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(21:09:12) The topic for #ST_MissionRoom1 is: =/\= Star Trek: Engage Mission Room 1
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(21:09:22) NAV_Cdr_Harper [] entered the room.
(21:12:01) CEO_Lt_Quinn [] entered the room.
(21:13:04) mode (+vvv CEO_Lt_Quinn CMO_Lt_Tav CSO_Lt_Wright) by VAdmBlackthorne
(21:13:04) mode (+vvv ENG_Ens_Ilaihr SCI_Ens_TLira XO_Cdr_TKirr) by VAdmBlackthorne
(21:13:04) mode (+v NAV_Cdr_Harper) by VAdmBlackthorne
(21:15:04) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:05) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:06) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:16:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: bobs in the water, floating on the surface ::
(21:17:10) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: slaking sweat from the sauna from her skin with deliciously cool water ::
(21:17:48) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: floats near Ian, getting used to her gear and preparing for submersion ::
(21:17:56) CMO_Lt_Tav: :: adjusts a bit to account for the settling against the rocks that form the pool in which he lies. Beyond the edge is the mouth of the cave, and beyond that the water falls over a cliff and he can see for miles. It is absolutely breathtaking ::
(21:18:06) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Is nearly finished tidying and sorting the cargo bay, just looking for one of his crates::
(21:18:37) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: luxuriating in the cool shower, after that sauna, which was relaxing, but overly hot for her tastes ::
(21:18:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Ready to go down? ::
(21:18:47) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: searching the cupboards for a suitable place to hide the bottle of ale for now so that Taril doesn't find it. She finds a small space near the front of a cabinet too high for him to reach and places the bottle there until later ::
(21:21:04) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: the two girls approach with big fluffy warm towels when it appears that the showering is over ::
(21:21:14) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: nods to Ian ::
(21:22:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: activates his futuristic bouyancy compensator to become negatively bouyant, and starts to sink ::
(21:22:25) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Allowing for whatever Mike missed last week, Quinn has now finished up his shift in engineering with the Starbase staff, and is now emerging from his quarters in vacation uniform. Long blue shorts, flip flops, and a close fitting shirt of bright yellow and orange. All moisture shedding, in case he decides on a swim. ::
(21:22:37) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: quite refreshed and awake, takes the towel gratefully :: Thank you!
(21:23:27) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: takes an unecessary breath before diving, and her environmental training kicks in ::
(21:23:38) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks around at the alien sea, diving on each planet a unique experience ::
(21:23:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: the bottom is about 35 meters below ::
(21:24:02) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: takes the towel with equal gratitude and dries herself off ::
(21:24:08) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: Self: Aha, there you are. ::Pulls down a large container from a high shelf:: Thought you could hide from me didn't you? That is very bad alcohol.
(21:24:56) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: That shower hit the pot after the sauna.
(21:25:00) SCI_Ens_TLira: Taril: Have you finished setting the table? :: pulls baked dish out of old-fashioned oven ::
(21:26:05) SCI_Ens_TLira: Taril> Yea! All two places have been set! :: returns to staring at the view outside of the window ::
(21:26:07) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: I think it's "hit the spot", actually. But I wholeheartedly agree.
(21:26:37) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Pot, spot, it is still hit, yes? What is next? :: wraps herself in the towel ::
(21:26:40) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Enters the nearest turbolift, unable to resist one last visit before he hands things off. It seems he's not escaped the over-protective aspect of his new role entirely. :: Main engineering.
(21:27:27) CSO_Lt_Wright: Hostess> Next is the massage, if it pleases you to follow me. :: bows and gestures to a hallway ::
(21:28:11) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes all sorts of fish as they descend, vivid colors that progressively wash out as depth increases ::
(21:28:57) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: diving almost feels like going nowhere at all, but she knows she's descending, like through a cloud ::
(21:29:31) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: shares a glance with Lexy, then smiles at the hostess :: That sounds wonderful.
(21:29:50) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Dusts the crate off and opens it. Beholds it looking slightly emptier than he remembered:: Self: Bah. Damn cadets have been at it again, need to put it in another spot..... ::Carts the crate off with him as he makes his way to the lounge::
(21:30:20) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: rapidly nodding agreement :: I've never had a massage before. Lead on!
(21:31:23) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: steps into dining room to set dish on table :: Taril: The view will be there later. It is time for dinner. :: Taril's gaze is ripped instantly from the view and he's suddenly in his chair with incredible speed. It seems he is indeed hungry, as usual ::
(21:32:09) VAdmBlackthorne: :: points out into the blue, where there's a group of large aquatic animals swimming by :: T'Kirr: I've never seen those before!
(21:32:19) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: unlike space, the sea is teaming with life so she should feel safer here, but it's somehow even more of a frontier than a vaccuum ::
(21:32:29) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Having been deposited at his destination, Quinn steps over the threshold into the engine room. It's as busy as ever with the Starbase personnel making preparations, but after a minute, he spots and flags down Lieutenant Price. ::
(21:33:17) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: looks to where he's pointing and marvels :: Ian: Is that the same species we saw from above?
(21:33:40) NAV_Cdr_Harper: T'Kirr: I think it must be. Better view from down here though.
(21:33:42) CEO_Lt_Quinn: Price: Mark! Thought I'd drop by and see if you needed anything before I went to go...I dunno, soak up some rays or something.
(21:34:20) XO_Cdr_TKirr: Ian: Indeed...a creature of the sea, not land.
(21:35:04) CSO_Lt_Wright: Hostess> :: leads them down the hallway into a cool, dimly lit chamber with aromatic oils in heated pots placed strategically around two flat massage tables that take up the center of the room :: If you will please lie face-down on the table? I will take your towels.
(21:35:06) VAdmBlackthorne: :: comes up on a sandy bottom at 29 meters, according to his computer ::
(21:35:31) CEO_Lt_Quinn: Price> :: Grins, in a visibly better mood than when last we saw him. :: I've already logged some proper sleep. Put in my shift here, then I've got my clear shot at the holodecks with most of you all off sunbathing. What more could you want?
(21:36:10) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: sits down at dinner table and proceeds to "enjoy" the meal, answering Taril's relentless questions about starship life and when he could apply for the Academy ::
(21:36:25) VAdmBlackthorne: :: slows his descent then comes to rest on the bottom and looks around ::
(21:36:46) CEO_Lt_Quinn: Price: Unrecycled air? I'd never think to try micromanaging another man's leave, but don't let yourself stay cooped up on the ship the whole time!
(21:36:58) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: removes her towel and hands it to the hostess ::
(21:37:24) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: approaches the bottom of the sea, finds visibility opens up even further and takes in the stretches of colorful sea life ::
(21:37:29) CEO_Lt_Quinn: Price> Chief, I hate to tell you, but that thing you're getting all set to beam down to? It IS a space ship. Just bigger and rounder.
(21:37:55) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: awkwardly hands her towel to the hostess, trying vainly to shield herself from view as she lies down on the uncomfortable-looking flat table. When she lies down, however, the table morphs beneath her, a cradle with a hole for breathing forming around her face, the material changing to support the contours of her body perfectly ::
(21:38:56) CSO_Lt_Wright: Oooowhoaaahahaaa.
(21:39:30) CEO_Lt_Quinn: Price> Besides, I was born on a starship. Warp core lulling me to sleep and everything. I'll be just fine. But you have fun, sir. I've got this.
(21:40:13) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: lies down on the table, making no efforts to shield herself from view, and marvels at the table's change ::
(21:40:51) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Walks into the lounge all chipper, hoists the crate up onto the bar counter, and gives a little wink to the bartender:: Bartender: For the engies ::Wiggles finger at him:: Dont let the red shirts get a hold of them.
(21:41:05) VAdmBlackthorne: :: points down the gentle slope :: Head that way for a little while, then back up a different path?
(21:42:14) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: I want one of these tables.
(21:42:29) CSO_Lt_Wright: Hostess> :: directs her two helpers to cover them both with big fluffy blankets ::
(21:42:42) XO_Cdr_TKirr: Ian: Sure.
(21:42:44) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: You and me both.
(21:43:10) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: moves in slow motion to position her fins behind her and begins slowly kicking down the slope ::
(21:43:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack Cahalan, our Ten-Forward Manager> Ilaihr> Oh, I won't. :: winks ::
(21:44:02) VAdmBlackthorne: :: starts kicking as well, slowly as not to miss anything ::
(21:44:42) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Doesn't need his arm twisted. With a grin, he retrieves a pair of shades from a shorts pocket, waves his farewell, and makes for the lift again. :: Transporter room 1.
(21:44:45) CSO_Lt_Wright: Hostess> :: touches a button :: What you hear now is considered relaxing sounds by our people. Does it please you to hear this during your massage? :: pleasant but strange music plays, soft and low ::
(21:45:19) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Frowns after a moment, remembering something. :: Computer, cancel that. What's the location of Ensign Ilaihr?
(21:45:32) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Hostess: That is pleasant, yes.
(21:45:33) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: the discussion has now turned to whether Taril should attend a summer camp for young children at the Academy :: Taril> Please can i go, Mom? Aunty 'Lena said it would be fun! :: attempts to use puppy eyes ::
(21:45:41) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: wonders at an alien call in the distance and glances at Ian ::
(21:46:04) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks up and to the left ::
(21:46:08) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: visibly frowns :: Taril: And what exactly was Elena saying about it? :: resists Taril's pleading expression ::
(21:46:10) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: Cahalan: Thanks Jack. Oh if you see cadets Marseille and Chambers, tell them I know it was those little buggers, and we'll be having words about drinking responsibly.
(21:46:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> Ilaihr: Certainy will.
(21:46:43) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> :: stashes the crate away behind the bar for later even more secret stashing ::
(21:47:11) SCI_Ens_TLira: Taril> Well, she was saying how fun it had been when she went. She even learned Andorian and Tellarite when she went!
(21:47:20) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: It came from that direction, I think.
(21:48:22) CEO_Lt_Quinn: Computer> Ensign Ilaihr is in Ten Forward.
(21:48:26) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Smiles:: Cahalan: Theres one in there for you as well, your favourite vintage. ::Waves Jack off as he leaves ten-forward::
(21:48:32) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: slows down as she understands his intent :: Ian: You don't want to go looking for it.
(21:48:43) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Chuckles :: Shocker. Redirect, please.
(21:49:09) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: sighs softly, recalling exactly how much Taril wants to be a linguist :: Taril: I will research it and inform you of my decision later. Meanwhile, I believe we were discussing a walk after dinner... :: Taril beams happily and begins chattering again ::
(21:50:25) CSO_Lt_Wright: Hostess> I will leave you now. Please enjoy your massage. :: exits and closes the door behind her ::
(21:51:28) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: turns from the hole in the table to look over at Wright :: Lexy: So far, this is promising.
(21:51:49) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: You think it's something dangerous?
(21:52:16) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Starts patrolling the corridors, thinking about things to do on the planet that may interest him::
(21:52:39) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: :: also looks over at Kate :: I know, I'm so comfortable, but I'm kind of nervous. Like I said, I've never had a massage before.
(21:52:53) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: looks towards the sound :: Ian: I don't know, but it sounds...big.
(21:53:36) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Oh it is nothing to be nervous about! This is something we do all the time on Risa, and if this is anything like ours, it will feel wonnnnnnnderful.
(21:53:58) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: The big things can be the most interesting. Anyway, let's keep going the way we were.
(21:53:59) CMO_Lt_Tav: :: finally begins to feel the heat of the water overtake him and he must get out. He stands in the cool cave air for a moment before grabbing his towel and beginning to dry off. ::
(21:55:32) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: Self: Oooooh Danny Boy......the pipes, the pipes are calling.....
(21:55:41) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Misses Ilaihr at the bar, of course, but once he seeks to trace his steps, the Andorian proves easy enough to spot. :: ENG: Ensign Ilaihr. What the hell are you still doing up here?
(21:56:50) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Is surprisingly surprised by Quinn:: CEO: I could ask you the same thing lieutenant. I thought you left hours ago.
(21:57:18) VAdmBlackthorne: :: comes upon a rock formation and stops to poke around with a flashlight :: Of course, so can the small things....
(21:57:57) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: watches Ian investigate the rock ::
(21:58:50) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: two female masseuses enter :: Masseuses> Greetings. We are Yoka and Reshay, and we will be doing your massages today. :: they both have smooth and pleasant alto voices ::
(21:59:01) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: Here! :: shines his light on some sort of fish-like creature that's about the size of his head, grabbing onto the rock in four different spots, and trying to blend in ::
(21:59:50) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: smiles :: Masseuses: Hello!
(21:59:57) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: CEO: I'm just making sure things are all in order. Been to the bridge and engineering, was tidying up in the cargobay, I havent got any plans to go down to the planet.
(22:00:04) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: swims up close and peeks in as Ian moves a bit to give her space and spies the shy animal :: Fascinating.
(22:00:06) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: Yoka moves to Lexy's table, Reshay to Kate's ::
(22:00:17) CMO_Lt_Tav: :: finishes drying off, and looks out over the valley with its own shade of green as he begins to put his clothes back on. Sometimes he wonders why he chose life in space, but then without such lifestyle he would never find himself in places like where he is now, or with stories like the one from which Atlantis just came back to the Alpha Quadrant. ::
(22:00:42) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Masseuses: I am Kate and this is Alexis.
(22:01:02) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Shakes his head. :: ENG: Treated myself to a shower and a bite to eat after I turned things over to Price. Now I've got nothing but free time. And seeing as how I released all my people save the listed volunteers, I believe you're free as well. And I'm having a hard time believing that a "pilot and occasional smuggler" can't find anything more exciting
(22:01:04) CSO_Lt_Wright: Masseuses> Hello. Please allow yourselves to get comfortable on the table. We will be scanning you to see where your muscle tension lies.
(22:01:13) CEO_Lt_Quinn: to do than dusting the furniture.
(22:01:17) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: obediently puts her head back down on the table ::
(22:01:58) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: does so and waits to be scanned ::
(22:02:37) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pokes around a bit more ::
(22:02:53) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: CEO: There may be some plants I may want samples of or a culinary dish I may want to learn the recipe of, but I'm...I'm just going to keep an eye on things up here. Already had an argument with the captain's chair... it bit me.
(22:03:03) VAdmBlackthorne: :: points out several crustaceans on the underside of a small arch ::
(22:03:48) CSO_Lt_Wright: Masseuses> :: quickly scan :: Now we get to work. :: both begin massaging the shoulder and upper back area ::
(22:04:10) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: lets out a long breath :::
(22:04:47) CSO_Lt_Wright: Mmmm.
(22:06:07) CEO_Lt_Quinn: ENG: Uh...huh. Look, I'm sure not going to make it an order. Off the clock, and all. But I owe you a drink. Vulcan brandy, right? And I'm not sticking around up here while the beach is calling. So why not find something a little more comfortable, and meet me in the transporter room? We should have a proper conversation anyway.
(22:06:41) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: notes the creatures and wonders at what life would be like in such an environment ::
(22:07:17) VAdmBlackthorne: :: swims on, stopping when they reach 35 meters on the slope ::
(22:08:45) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: stops with Ian and looks to the side, noticing a sort of shimmering covering across the sea floor ::
(22:09:35) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Thinks about leaving the ship, balancing it with the lieutenants offer, literally gauging it in his hands:: CEO: Oh what the hell, I can take a few hours off. I will meet you down at the transporter room, I just need 5 minutes to get comfortable.
(22:10:18) VAdmBlackthorne: :: follows T'Kirr's gaze ::
(22:10:29) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Nods at Quinn and starts to make his way to his quarters.:: CEO: Before I forget, you have a bottle of ale waiting for you down in your quarters on the planet.
(22:10:35) CEO_Lt_Quinn: ENG: Perfect. I just realized I almost forgot something in my quarters anyway. And I'll be wanting it at some point.
(22:10:36) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: closes her eyes and enjoys ::
(22:10:52) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: finished dinner and is now walking along a path through the forest surrounding the cabin, keeping a very close eye on Taril as he runs ahead and takes pictures ::
(22:11:28) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: finds herself drawn to the shimmering and has turned towards it to get a better look ::
(22:12:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: fins a couple of times and gets closer ::
(22:12:52) CMO_Lt_Tav: :: begins walking out of the cave and toward the rustic cabin he has rented for this shore leave. He can't wait to see what books have been stocked there. At the mouth of the cave he pulls out a PADD with the directions from the hot springs. ::
(22:14:36) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: After a moment, he stops walking, and takes a breath to ask if this bottle is going to get him fined if discovered. But by that point, Ilaihr is no longer in sight, and he decides maybe it's for the best that he not know. ::
(22:15:11) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> :: once the last customer leaves, he moves the crate to the back room, his private stash for special occasions ::
(22:15:19) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::As he enters his quarters, he opens up his wardrobe and finds something just perfect for him, taking it off the hanger and quickly putting it on. Switches his clear spectacles for his special yellow lenses. And grabs a small linen bag off the countertop on his way back out::
(22:15:19) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: notes the shimmering field seems to be made up of some sort of filaments waving in the water ::
(22:15:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Those look like smaller versions of Earth's garden eels.
(22:16:00) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: groans as the masseuse hits a particularly tricky spot ::
(22:16:03) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr:
(22:16:48) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....
(22:17:18) XO_Cdr_TKirr: Ian: Garden eels...?
(22:17:59) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: They plant themselves in the sand and wave around in the current, feeding on zooplankton.
(22:18:23) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: Or fingers if you poke them.
(22:18:46) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Strides into the transporter room, grinning at the on-duty transporter chief who is flummoxed by Iliahr's attire::
(22:19:47) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: comes closer to the shimmering field of waving filaments and feels even more drawn to touching them, reaches out a tentative hand... ::
(22:20:13) CMO_Lt_Tav: :: enjoys the sounds of birds singing as the twigs and leaves on the ground crunch below his feet. It is a clear day and he can see several clicks all around him, the plant life that is green, but almost with a turquoise-ish blue hue. It offsets the light color of the sky very nicely. He crosses a brook that most likely feeds from the hot springs and continues to look around, thinking how the plants around him, even though he is so many
(22:20:17) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Seeee, Lexyyyy, nothing to be nervous about... :: her speech slowed by the massage ::
(22:20:30) CMO_Lt_Tav: light years from his home planet, are made up of a DNA strand so very similar to his and every other humanoid. His thoughts turn momentarily to Sickbay before he banishes the imagery from his mind in favor of that which surrounds him, and he continues on the path. ::
(22:21:13) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Pulls a pocket watch out and checks the time:: Self: I wonder where Quinn is?
(22:21:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: resists the urge to scan the things and instantly know everything about them ::
(22:22:05) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: Mmmizzis whadit'slike on Risa? :: her speech slurred by the massage ::
(22:22:51) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Basssically liiike thissss.
(22:23:15) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: Taril is yawning now and starting to slow down. It is definitely time to return to the cabin :: Taril: Come. It is time for you to sleep. I believe you are still unaccustomed to space travel.
(22:23:26) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: Sssoundzvernice.
(22:23:57) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Youuuu musst tryyy it sometiiimme...
(22:24:03) CEO_Lt_Quinn: :: Quinn is only a minute or so behind him, now wearing a long metallic backpack. The weight of its contents doesn't seem troubling.:: Okay! Let's get this show on the road!
(22:24:08) SCI_Ens_TLira: Taril> :: yawns :: But Mom! These are really pretty plants and the view... :: yawns again :: It's nice out here.
(22:24:36) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: pulls her hand back and stares at the tiny waving filaments, unsure ::
(22:25:29) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: Probably best not to touch them. They may sting anyway.
(22:25:30) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: MmmmonRisa?
(22:25:34) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::stands on the pad, smiling at Quinn, wearing his brown pin-striped suit and polished formal shoes::
(22:25:38) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Yesssss.
(22:25:40) SCI_Ens_TLira: Taril: And you yawned twice in that statement. It is time for sleep. If you wish, I will allow you to read to assist you in falling asleep. :: is already leading Taril back to the cabin ::
(22:26:54) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: NnnneverbeentoRisa.
(22:26:59) SCI_Ens_TLira: Taril> But mum... :: yawns yet again and decides to quietly follow. He is feeling rather tired... and T'Lira has noticed ::
(22:27:27) SCI_Ens_TLira: Taril: The view will be here tomorrow. You need time to adjust to a different place.
(22:27:36) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: tells herself there's she's being rediculous and reaches out to touch the filaments, they must be touched... ::
(22:27:42) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: ComewithmenexttimeIgothen.
(22:28:13) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: TransChief: Two to beam down to the planet please chief.
(22:28:19) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks beyond the shimmering out onto the sandy plain, and sees something motionless :: T'Kirr.
(22:28:27) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: almost looks up, but stays down while the masseuse is working :: Kate: Really?
(22:29:36) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: distractedly:: Ian: What
(22:29:49) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Of courrrrrse. You can seee the reaaaaal culturrrre behinnnn dthe tourrrrrristy stuff.
(22:30:08) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: There is an animal carcass ahead. Perhaps these things killed it.
(22:30:41) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: I'dllllooooveto, thankyousomuch
(22:31:19) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: begins to dismiss what Ian tells her, but stops just short of touching the shimmering filaments before it registers ::
(22:31:22) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: You'rrrrre welllllcommmme.
(22:32:01) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: looks out into the distance and finds what Ian is looking at ::
(22:32:09) CEO_Lt_Quinn left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(22:32:54) VAdmBlackthorne: :: watches her closely ::
(22:33:18) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: looks back down at the filaments and retrieves her hand :: Perhaps...
(22:34:36) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nudges her mind with his ::
(22:35:15) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: swallows hard as she wonders at why she had wanted so much to touch the thing, and what could have happened :: Ian: It doesn't have to be big to be dangerous, does it?
(22:35:54) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: Not at all.
(22:37:30) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: takes one last look at the filaments and swims away from them ::
(22:37:40) VAdmBlackthorne: :: follows along ::
(22:38:25) NAV_Cdr_Harper: :: the masseuse moves into the small of her back and ugggggghghhhhaaahhhhh ::
(22:38:55) CSO_Lt_Wright: :: is melting into heaven as Yoka works on one foot, and then the other ::
(22:39:27) SCI_Ens_TLira: :: Taril fell asleep almost as soon as they returned to the cabin and T'Lira is rather enjoying a glass of Romulan ale at the moment :: Self: I do believe this would have helped with much in the past. I must remember that for the future.
(22:40:01) CMO_Lt_Tav: :: turns a corner in the path and sees his cabin off in the distance
(22:40:02) CMO_Lt_Tav: ::
(22:40:35) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Good callll, coming here.
(22:41:12) XO_Cdr_TKirr: :: finds herself a little lost being used to relying on her scanner and wonders if the big creature they heard would have been safe after all ::
(22:41:36) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::As he rematerialises on the planet, he immedietly searches for a nice spot to sit. Opens the linen bag as he goes and removes an antique pipe::
(22:41:51) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr: Let's head up the slope a bit, don't want to get too much deeper.
(22:42:07) XO_Cdr_TKirr: Ian: Agreed.
(22:43:08) CSO_Lt_Wright: Kate: MmmIagree, thhhhankyou for joiningme
(22:43:19) NAV_Cdr_Harper: Lexy: Myyyyy pleasurrrrrrrre
(22:43:23) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:43:24) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:43:25) ENG_Ens_Ilaihr: ::Fills the pipe with a green plant like substance, and lights it::
(22:43:25) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:48:45) SCI_Ens_TLira left the room.
(22:49:38) CSO_Lt_Wright left the room.