Conversation with #ST_MissionRoom1
(6:17:59 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: BEGIN SIM
(6:18:02 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: BEGIN SIM
(6:18:03 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: BEGIN SIM
(6:18:54 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: standing in the transporter room, looking over the list of options :: Kate: No. It's this one. This is what I want to do, Kate.
(6:19:14 PM) MED_Ens_DrSlade: :: Standing waiting impatiently at the beaming coordinates for his former crew mates that he hadn't seen in some time, including T'Lira. This being the first time he would see her since she lost our child:
(6:19:42 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: arrives in one of the first transport beams and looks around for a nearby vat of blood wine ::
(6:19:47 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: in the main science lab, looking over a list of possible places to visit while the computer finishes running a final report on an experiment she just finished ::
(6:21:01 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: @::Is already hitting it up with the locals, already being drunk on bloodwine, and surrounded by singing.::
(6:21:38 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: rolls her eyes :: Lexy: Very funny. Come on, let us make a serious selection, there are people waiting behind us.
(6:21:40 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::arrives at the transporter room, looking over the list of options:: Self: Hm.. Opera house, hospital.. ::does a doubletake:: They actually have hospitals here? Arena, arena, arena.. bar..
(6:22:09 PM) MED_Ens_DrSlade: :: Wakes at Maj Wolfe curious if he recognized him::
(6:23:21 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: pointing emphatically, with a look of slight annoyance :: Kate: I'm serious! You didn't think I would do it, but I definitely will. I'll go without you, if you're not willing to broaden your horizons. :: sniffs at her ::
(6:23:37 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: monitors the crew's transport activity from the Bridge while making last minute preparations to go down herself--Taj MaqeS was very stern about the crew's visiting parameters and she intends to make sure they don't insult their new "friends" ::
(6:24:10 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: just finalizes her choice of destination as the computer chirps, announcing the results of the experiment. The results were not quite what she had hoped for, but they are sufficient to base future tests on. Saving the report and logging out of the system, she stands and heads for the transporter room ::
(6:25:07 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: All: Is anyone going to the opera house?
(6:25:43 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: waves at Dr. Tailor with a smile :: MED: We are! :: looks at Kate :: Or.. at least.. I am.
(6:25:44 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: @::A conveniently accordion armed Klingon has joined in the fray, whilst Ilaihr himself conducts the drunken rabble.::
(6:26:28 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO: Would you mind if I tag along? I've always wanted to see it in person..
(6:26:29 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: covers her face with her palm for a moment :: MED: Yes... we are. Apparently.
(6:26:35 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::grins::
(6:27:06 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: makes a detour by her quarters to change out of her uniform, as this is Qo'nos and it's best not to take any chances. She feels she'd stand a decent chance against one Klingon, but any more may be pushing her already fragile luck ::
(6:27:12 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: MED: Oh yes, please do join us! :: smiles broadly ::
(6:27:21 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> MED: The more the derriere.
(6:29:34 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: looks at Kate, then shakes her head, deciding it's not worth it :: Both: Then, shall we go?
(6:29:50 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sees Slade out of the corner of his eye, nods to acknowledge him, and keeps walking until he finds a good vat, surrounded by singing warriors. He butts in and scoops his goblet, saluting the Klingons and bowing out before he attracts too much attention. Fortunately, they're enjoying the wine and let him pass ::
(6:30:02 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::Smiles:: CSO: Sure, I'm ready ::hops onto the transporter pad::
(6:30:29 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: grabs Kate by the hand and drags her up onto the pad ::
(6:30:38 PM) MED_Ens_DrSlade: : He obviously still doesn't like mw:
(6:30:46 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: heads again for the transporter room, this time without any detours ::
(6:31:00 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: goes reluctantly, mostly to antagonize Lexy at this point, with a wink at Dr. Tailor ::
(6:31:08 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: @::Casually headbutts one of the many Klingons around him, taking a long gulp of his bloodwine, and steadying himself on his cane. He laughed in hysterics, met with raised tankards and cheers.::
(6:32:43 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: Kate: Should be fun, and if nothing else, you'll remember it for a long time.. ::Grins::
(6:35:08 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: whispers loudly, giving Lexy a one-armed squeeze :: MED: Yes, and if I did not go, I am certain I would remember that for even longer.
(6:35:35 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::chuckles at Kate::
(6:35:43 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: swats playfully at Kate :: Kate: Hush, and get ready for transport!
(6:35:48 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes his drink and heads outside, seeing that the opera house is only a few hundred meters away. He decides it's a good idea - how many chances will he ever get to see a Klingon opera on the Klingon homeworld? He heads in that direction ::
(6:37:02 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: hurries to stand on the pad with mock obedience, and sees that the other two are ready as well :: TR: Energize.
(6:38:29 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: @::Begins singing excerpts of Klingon opera in their original middle Klingon, with his best tenor.::
(6:40:10 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: passes by a barrel of blood wine and refills his goblet, noting the arena he's about to pass. Since he has time before the next show at the opera, he stops in to watch a fight. ::
(6:40:37 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: finally reaches the transporter room and steps onto the pad, nodding at the operator ::
(6:41:13 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: :: Standing facing the transporter coordinates::
(6:41:55 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Drunk Klingon #57> ::Whilst clapping the old man.:: ENG: A new performace... TONIGHT! You should, you, you, you should go, My Lord. ::Passes out on the table.::
(6:42:57 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: All: I do love the Opera! When? Where? Annnd... where is my drink?
(6:44:02 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Drunk Klingon #42> ENG: Down the street, a hundred or two kilicams... On the hour...
(6:44:32 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: standing outside the opera house :: MED/NAV: Anything we should do first, or go in and find our seats?
(6:44:43 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Self: Or.... are there even seats?
(6:44:54 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: All: Then... onward! ::Points his cane in the vague direction and stumbles, being caught by some rather strapping fellows::
(6:45:03 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: is beamed down and looks around for a moment, taking in the view ::
(6:45:39 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::looks around at several klingon patrons wandering around with drinks in their hands.. :: CSO/NAV: We could get drinks..
(6:45:44 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: :: See's her and basks in the view of her, and he slowly starts to approach her::
(6:46:30 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: <and Kate..>
(6:46:45 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> Oh, yes, drinks are compulsory, I think. :: nods emphatically at Dr. Tailor :: Lexy: We wouldn't want to get into trouble.
(6:47:11 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Steals the remains of someone else's drink, then leaves the drinking establishment with a posse of drunken Klingons.::
(6:47:11 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: looks up for a moment, noting the differences between Qo'nos' atmosphere and those of other planets she's been on, before starting to move away from the transporter site, looking at the architecture and noting key details ::
(6:47:14 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: All: Y'know, to blend in.. ::winks::
(6:48:17 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: looks at them dubiously, and then shrugs :: Both: Okay. Lead on!
(6:48:17 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::stares around at the opera house architecture, taking note of which opera is playing tonight..:: All: Oh.. I know this one.. I played that two surgeries ago..
(6:48:27 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: :: Makes his strides more direct:: SCI: T'Lira..... :: Waving like a fool::
(6:48:31 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: turns out after a couple fights and continues toward the opera house, but notices a nearby weapon shop. Being that he's here, he can't possibly continue on without stopping in. ::
(6:49:33 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: turns, a bit more than mildly surprised at what awaits her :: ECMO: Tyler... it has been... it has been too long.
(6:50:27 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: SCI: Thats an understatement! Quite too long...... You look well. :: Babbling like an idiot::
(6:50:55 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is now being carried aloft by several of the group, as he continues to sing through the street and into the sky.::
(6:51:54 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: nods slightly, hoping it's just her face that's warm and that there's no actual external appearance of her current shock and surprise :: ECMO: You do as well.
(6:52:01 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Waving his cane around, still seemingly 'conducting the orchestra'.::
(6:52:49 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: points at a sign :: Both: That's a bar. :: another sign :: Both: Also a bar. :: four more signs :: Both: Actually, most of these are bars.
(6:52:52 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: finishes up with what she needs to on the Bridge, passes off command, then makes her way towards a TR ::
(6:52:53 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: SCI: I didn't think I would ever see you again, especially after I received your message about our son! I am so sorry you had to go through that alone!
(6:53:09 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::looks over as Ilaihr gets carried down the street:: All: Well, I see someone's already done a good job of blending in..
(6:53:43 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: heads out of the weapon shop with a heavy sack full of all sorts of trinkets... yeah, that's what he'll call them, trinkets... from the weapon shop. Some of these will make great decoration, and others will make great tools. He continues the rest of the way to the Opera House, refilling his goblet a couple more times along the way ::
(6:54:01 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: looks in the direction Dr. Tailor is indicating :: Self: Oh, dear... well, at least he's happy.
(6:54:08 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: tries her absolute hardest to meet his gaze :: ECMO: It... there was nothing that you could have done, had you been there. I... I am sorry.
(6:54:16 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ALL: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, sitting on the wall....
(6:54:51 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO: Yep, he certainly seems to be..
(6:55:13 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: makes it to the TR after most have transported, so she steps right up onto the pad and shimmers away ::
(6:55:13 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: SCI: You have nothing to apologize for, I can see that I am making you uncomfortable with this. Would you rather I leave you alone?
(6:55:41 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: peering at the opera house signs :: Both: Actually, this opera house is also a bar. And an arena. Either way, let us enter.
(6:55:42 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: lifts an eyebrow :: ECMO: As I said, it has been far too long. I think it best that we... talk.
(6:56:32 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: SCI: I agree, how about a drink?
(6:56:45 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: shrugs at Dr. Tailor and follows Kate into the bar ::
(6:56:56 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: ECMO: That would be agreeable, yes.
(6:57:00 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: All: Why does that not surprise me? ::grins as she steps through the door::
(6:57:29 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: arrives at the entrance of the Opera House and makes his way inside, noting that there is another bar and another arena here, and that he could have started out here. But then, there would not have been the walk up the road. On Q'onos. Wolfe stops and looks around before making his way further into the complex and toward his seat. ::
(6:58:13 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: :: Pointed towards the bar::
(6:58:18 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::makes her way to the bar with the others..::
(6:58:43 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: nods and starts to head for the bar, her mind racing ::
(6:58:48 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is finally plonked down onto a seat at the bar like some kind of statue.:: All: Ahhh, many thanks dear chaps. ::Smiles genially.::
(6:59:13 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: appears near the opera house and briskly walks in, surprised by how large the crowd is ::
(6:59:24 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: finds and takes his seat, in with the rest of the Marines and officers, with a minute left before the show starts ::
(6:59:41 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: fights her way up to the bar and comes back with three glasses of bloodwine, handing goblets to Lexy and Dr. Tailor ::
(6:59:51 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: :: Follows her and doesn't know what else to think::
(7:00:45 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: The lights within the opera house dim. The show is about to start.
(7:01:02 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Both: Oh, we'd better hurry!
(7:01:17 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: NAV: Thanks! ::gives the bloodwine an experimental sniff.. and tries a sip.. the real stuff is way more potent than the synthehol version.::
(7:01:42 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sets his newly prized knives, swords and other weapons at his feet without any clanging and prepares himself to enjoy the show. ::
(7:02:01 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: sips the liquid and makes a face ::
(7:02:04 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Throws down a jangling pouch onto the bar.:: Barkeep: For the lads here, and anyone of the Starfleet looking ones. ::Grabs the largest bottle directly from the bartender, and is then carried off again to a suitable viewing area.::
(7:02:05 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::nods at Lexy, and hurries to her seat::
(7:02:45 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: The opera "Wurath'ja Thihnek" begins with a solitary male Klingon in full warrior garb illuminated in a clear spotlight, his baritone filling the auditorium with narrative, melodic tones.
(7:03:07 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: manages to get into the bar, despite the boisterous Klingons wandering about and turns :: ECMO: Ah... there appears to be a small booth available in the back corner. Is that acceptable?
(7:03:22 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: SCI: Absolutely
(7:03:40 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: drops quickly into her seat between Kate and the doctor, eyes glued to the stage ::
(7:03:41 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: finds a seat as the show starts, far the back ::
(7:04:02 PM) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: nods, feeling rather awkward, and starts pushing through the crowd of Klingons to claim the booth before one of the other patrons can ::
(7:04:48 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::takes a bigger sip of the bloodwine, not phased by the strong taste, eyes also glued to the stage.. ::
(7:05:49 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Finds himself mouthing the words and making dramatic hand gestures.::
(7:06:05 PM) ECMO_Lt_DrSlade: :: Takes a seat in the booth across from her::
(7:07:07 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::hums to the music, feeling tipsier by the second.. takes another large drink of wine::
(7:07:10 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Both: ::whispering:: The melodic structure is fascinating! :: reaches over and takes Kate's hand ::
(7:08:16 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: The male Klingon finishes boistrously before leaving the stage, and the stage goes black. When the spotlight returns, it's on a woman wearing furs and a horned mask covering her face. Her song is powerfully sorrowful.
(7:08:45 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: wipes a tear from her cheek ::
(7:09:39 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: watches the show with little visible reaction ::
(7:09:51 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::feels herself start to tear up a little, and starts to sway to the music.. so emotional.. sniff::
(7:14:31 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: The opera moves on. The male lead is striding back and forth restlessly across the stage, singing a battle march and waving a bat'leth. Across the audience, people are making conversation over the loud volume of the music.
(7:15:26 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::finds herself starting to make hand gestures along with the rest of the audience, and takes another swig of her goblet. When in Rome..::
(7:15:40 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: leans over to Kate :: NAV: What are they talking about?
(7:15:40 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Dabs a hankie on his eye, takes a heavy gulp of his bottle, and passes it to a sobbing Klingon on his right, singing the praise of the female lead.::
(7:16:45 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: looks at Lexy, translating in her head and hesitating :: ...It is complicated.
(7:18:21 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO: I mostly like the rhythm and music.. no idea what they're saying.. ::
(7:19:17 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: The Klingon on stage passes his hand behind his back, and what looks like a pile of meat drops behind his feet. The sound of squealing targs grows in volume until half a dozen are rushing towards the Klingon. He makes slow arcs with his bat'leth above his head, punctuating them with aggressive words. The targs gather and rummage restlessly at his feet, apparently eating the meat.
(7:19:36 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: MED: Oh, I meant all the conversation in the crowd. Is it part of the performance...?
(7:19:57 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO: Huh.. good question
(7:21:24 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO: Even if it's not, it seems to go with it..
(7:21:48 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: watches the targs with a mixture of fascination and mild disgust :: MED: Hmm? Oh, yes... :: nods absently ::
(7:23:03 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Of course, takes the opportunity to stand up and sing something at the male lead, before grinning and retaking his seat.::
(7:25:28 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: The spotlight turns red. In a feat of a well-timed crescendo and a more realistic aggressive slash of his bat'leth, the targs are scared off stage, and the Klingon raises his weapon in victory over his head. Audience members respond with fists in the air and a lot of raucous noise.
(7:26:50 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: throws her fists in the air and makes raucous noise ::
(7:27:02 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: looks at Kate and attempts to follow suit ::
(7:27:42 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::can't help but join in, cheering with fists in the air::
(7:30:03 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: puts his fist in the air when the Klingon next to him elbows him encouragingly, and in the most rib-breaking manner possible. ::
(7:30:25 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: A second spotlight, this one white, illuminates nearby on the kneeling woman in the horned mask. Her sorrowful song reprises, and the male Klingon joins in, his part still that of a brave warrior. They sing to each other, the male approaching in slow steps.
(7:30:42 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::and takes a bigger swig of wine, followed by more raucous cheering::
(7:31:00 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: <move that one before Action>
(7:31:38 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: watches, eyes suddenly filled with romance ::
(7:31:58 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: swigs from his chalice and checks his ribs ::
(7:36:10 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Continues to mouth the words to himself.::
(7:36:36 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: The male Klingon places his bat'leth before the woman, his song lowering in volume, and pulls out a mek'leth from his belt. With a dramatic show of the smaller blade to the audience and more singing to each other, the pair join their brave/sorrowful song to an ear-splitting level before the blade passes over the woman's mask, and her spotlight flashes red.
(7:36:43 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: The mask is pushed back off her head, and both spotlights turn white. There's a pregnant pause, a deep bass boom of the music, and the woman beams a brilliant smile. She stands, and the two begin singing joyfully together.
(7:37:41 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: smiles giddily, glancing over at Dr. Tailor and then at Kate ::
(7:40:54 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes a swill of his bloodwine ::
(7:41:12 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::grins back, humming blearily along with the music, a big smile on her face::
(7:42:55 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ACTION: As the spotlights go black, the opera concludes with the audience cheering them on. The house lights go up, and conversation grows loud.
(7:43:39 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Both: That... was... AMAAAAAAZIIIIIING!
(7:44:02 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Claps.:: Self: Marvellous.
(7:44:14 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: applauds loudly, gesturing at the Klingon next to him ::
(7:45:30 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::applauds loudly, cheering and whistling::
(7:45:37 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: stands, possibly sniffling just a little--perhaps she should stop by Sickbay--and waits for the people in front of her to move along ::
(7:48:18 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is lifted high into the air, by now heavily drunken Klingons, and is carted off.:: ALL: Onwards, lads! To the drinkery!
(7:50:37 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> Both: That was much better than I thought! Lexy: I apologize. You were right. I am surprised, though. :: shakes her head :: When you chose this, I really thought you had bit off more than you could screw!
(7:50:56 PM) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: stands up, picks up his package, and begins making his way to a transport site so he can return his new possessions to his quarters ::
(7:51:23 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: hears that in mid-sip of bloodwine and covers her mouth to prevent a full spit-take ::
(7:51:24 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO/NAV: One of the reasons I love listening to it is the range of emotion.. it has a little of everything ::grins::
(7:51:50 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::and pretends not to hear the double entendre.. ; ) ::
(7:52:36 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: mouths at Dr. Tailor :: MED: <she has no idea!>
(7:52:45 PM) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::or maybe she doesn't notice at this point... is totally tipsy right now..::
(7:52:48 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate> :: blissfully unaware ::
(7:53:06 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ALL: Why the devil didn't I employ more of you, back in the day?
(7:53:33 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: totally didn't partake in the bloodwine. I mean...ew ::
(7:54:43 PM) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Looks like he is riding a pack of camels; they even make the same grunting noises, and spit.
(7:55:10 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: PAUSE SIM
(7:55:11 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: PAUSE SIM
(7:55:12 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: PAUSE SIM