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(21:21:38) CO_CaptHarper: :: sitting in a coffee house in San Francisco, near HQ, with Daniel ::
(21:23:30) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is pottering around the bridge, as he often does when leave is offered.::
(21:23:59) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: can be found in the bar on Starbase One, doing something he enjoys: seeing what new drinks might be aailable back in Starfleet space. ::
(21:24:10) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: in Science Lab One, going through the slight back log of projects that has developed ::
(21:25:01) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: is pottering around the lab, reluctant to walk away from all the stellar fusion data she hasn't had time to dig into, pondering about her future ::
(21:25:09) Cdr_Vallero: CO: ...and so yeah, we had a good talk. :: stirs his spoon around his coffee mug, sitting across from Harper ::
(21:27:41) CO_CaptHarper: Vallero: That warms my heart to hear. :: sips at her coffee :: She was right, though, and maybe I should have listened to her more than I did. Lucky for us all that I was right about who you really are.
(21:29:47) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: hears a shuffling and looks over, belatedly noticing T'Lira :: SCI: Oh, hello, T'Lira, I'm sorry... I must have been quite preoccupied. Did I not notice when you came in, or did I wander into an occupied lab...?
(21:30:02) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::puttering around sickbay, going over random crewmember medical files as she sips a big mug of raktajino::
(21:30:16) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Uses maintenance on the bridge's various consoles to justify hovering near the command circle, to monitor things, making sure Atlanis remains in one piece; as well as listsning to eclectic music collection of course.::
(21:30:16) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: stops along the beach near Cabo San Lucas, having walked for effect, and gestures to a house, an airy multi-level structure with lots of window area :: TKirr: This is the one.
(21:31:15) Cdr_Vallero: :: grins broadly at first, but it fades, still gazing down at his coffee :: CO: Oh I'm no hero. I just...had to fix my terrible mistake, that's all.
(21:31:16) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: manages to mask her slight start in time :: CSO: I do not know. I've been focused on these projects, it may have been I who walked into an occupied lab and simply didn't notice, sir.
(21:32:44) CO_CaptHarper: Vallero: You did the right thing, and that is what matters, Daniel. You had my six, and that is something every ship's captain needs from her XO.
(21:33:55) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: laughs :: SCI: Then I suppose it doesn't really matter, does it? I don't mind the company if you don't. I should go visit my family, but... the stellar fusion... I don't know. I was considering whether it might be worthwhile to use it as fodder for a Ph.D dissertation. I've been meaning to finish that for some time, but... you know. Life happens.
(21:34:09) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: takes in the structure, studying it as if assessing the beginning of a new possible friendship, then looks out to sea. She then looks inland, taking in the beautiful panorama as a whole :: Blackthorne: It's...beautiful.
(21:34:37) SCI_Lt_TLira: CSO: Indeed, life does happen. I do believe the stellar fusion would be excellent for a dissertation, considering how little is known currently.
(21:35:01) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: wraps an arm around her :: T'Kirr: Somewhat nicer than our last seafront home, isn't it?
(21:35:42) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: brightens noticeably :: SCI: I thought so as well! I worried that it would seem greedy, though.
(21:36:40) SCI_Lt_TLira: CSO: Hardly. You are the one in possession of the data and first hand experience, thus making you the most logical person to write on the topic
(21:37:00) Cdr_Vallero: CO: :: nods to himself, having told himself the same thing many times to make him feel better about the whole thing, and finally meets Harper's eyes and forces a small smile ::
(21:37:33) CSO_LCdr_Wright: SCI: Well, you were there, as well. Wouldn't you be equally logical?
(21:38:12) SCI_Lt_TLira: CSO: Perhaps. But I am not the one intent upon a Ph.D at the moment.
(21:38:22) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: perks a brow, shifting a bit under the weight of Ian's arm :: Oh, indeed.
(21:39:32) CO_CaptHarper: :: puts down her coffee and leans forward a bit :: Daniel, we ended up making a good team, again, after all these years. And we can continue to be; I would like to offer you the job back, as my XO.
(21:40:17) CSO_LCdr_Wright: SCI: Would you perhaps have interest in doing some of the lab work? Your name could be included when the paper is published, always good to keep your oar in, but I understand if you have your own projects.
(21:40:21) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::busy pondering over the happenings in the hearings.. it feels good to for the crew to be exonerated, and the excitement of seeing the former president walk in, along with the other people, still hasn't worn off::
(21:41:17) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: shakes her head slightly :: CSO: It is your paper, your degree. You are the person most qualified to write it.
(21:42:06) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: T'Kirr: Shall we take a look inside? :: gestures up the beach ::
(21:42:32) Cdr_Vallero: :: blinks at Harper, stunned at first. He had never considered this, somehow, with what he felt he deserved. He studied her eyes, assessing her sincerity, but he quickly new it was no joke. His thoughts then turned inward. How did he feel about that? ::
(21:43:24) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: nods agreeably to Ian ::
(21:44:03) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: heads up through the sand and onto the porch, and is granted entrance having arranged a tour ahead of time ::
(21:44:59) CSO_LCdr_Wright: SCI: Very well, I thought I should at least offer. Thank you. :: smiles ::
(21:45:29) CO_CaptHarper: :: watches Daniel's reaction with great interest ::
(21:45:44) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: nods in return and returns to her small list of backlogged projects, noting at least three that are in finals stages and another two that could be in final stages if she put more time into them ::
(21:47:53) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: opens the door into a great room with transparent aluminum walls that give an unimpeded view of the sea ::
(21:48:33) CSO_LCdr_Wright: SCI: ...Would it be intruding to inquire as to your work?
(21:49:23) Cdr_Vallero: :: after a few moments of thought, looks up at Harper apologetically :: CO: I...I'm not sure. I must admit, I wasn't expecting anything like this. I'm not sure why. It did work out, after all. I suppose...I need some time to think about it?
(21:51:21) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::The console all seem to work properly, and all is quiet, apart from the music. Takes a seat in the big chair, and just thinks to himself, gazing around the room; his mind filled the console with personnel as they went about their duties.::
(21:51:32) CO_CaptHarper: Vallero: Of course. But just think about what we accomplished, once we were not fighting against one another. Our success was highly improbable, but here we are... and so are the Admiral and Commodore. You and I made that happen, together.
(21:51:51) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: bites back her words when she notes that T'Lira seems quite absorbed in her work, sighs, and turns back to her console, suddenly rather bored ::
(21:53:11) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: immediately is drawn past the beautifully pre-decorated room to the breathtaking view of the sea. She has never been one to appreciate a view of the ocean as she suspects others do, but it's no less impressive for it. This location was after all a compromise in a way, the beachfront for Ian and the climate for her :: Ian: This is...impressive. I could grow fond of this place.
(21:53:20) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Self: Maintain heading Ensign, a type 2 ion storm can be quite the sight to behold. Lieutenant, remember to get some scans... It wasn't on the weather report for this region.
(21:54:10) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: catches her eyes with a grin :: Then what do you say... shall we make a home here? It's no Atlantis, of course, but will it do?
(21:54:39) Cdr_Vallero: :: grins, this time more genuinely, crinkles forming at his eyes :: CO: Yes, we did. I couldn't have asked for a better outcome. :: turns his eyes to the side in thought again, and after a moment, continues :: CO: I just...I don't know. It doesn't feel like...where I'm needed. :: meets Harper's eyes again :: CO: You know that feeling?
(21:54:50) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: after a few minutes, closes up the console and leaves T'Lira alone, meandering toward the TL:: Computer: Computer, who is currently on the Bridge?
(21:56:02) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: hearing the reply, she smiles and steps into the TL :: TL: Bridge.
(21:56:18) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: locks her eyes to Ian's when he looks at her :: Ian: It will more than do. I know we can be very happy here. :: pauses a moment, but before he can respond, asks :: Ian: I this what you imagined for retirement?
(21:56:22) CO_CaptHarper: :: reflects on a few key events in her own career for a few seconds vefore answering :: Vallero: I suppose I do. Do you have other offers? It would not surprise me.
(21:56:44) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Self: The Klingons? Oh, they may love a good fight. But a good tale or poem is the true cornerstone of their culture. If they give any trouble, just bloody their nose, and sing of other victories.
(21:57:57) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: when the doors swish open, steps out to find Ilaihr lounging in the center seat, mumbling to himself :: ENG: I thought I might find you here...
(21:58:58) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Self: Chief, the warp core is 200 millicochranes out of allignment... that shall need to be remedied. ::Doesn't notice Wright enter, at first.::
(21:59:25) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: T'Kirr: Well, it's hardly retirement when we'll be beaming to San Francisco every morning. :: chuckles :: But I get what you mean, we're moving off our starship to a desk job.
(21:59:55) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Shakes his head as he rejoin reality.:: CSO: Good day, my dear Commander.
(22:00:03) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: T'Kirr: But yes, it has everything I need: a beach, good cigars, good liquor, and most importantly, you.
(22:00:08) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: steps into his line of sight :: ENG: Off somewhere in your mind again?
(22:00:27) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::finishes up with going over medical files and decides to head up to the Bridge.. should be less empty than sickbay::
(22:01:10) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: Always. ::Smiles.::
(22:01:59) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: To what do I owe the pleasure? I would have assumed you would spend some time with your family, or the Captain.
(22:02:26) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::eventually steps off the turbolift onto the Bridge:: ENG/CSO: Hello, how are you both this evening?
(22:03:27) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: MED: Good day, my dear doctor.
(22:03:36) Cdr_Vallero: :: nods :: CO: There are possibilities ahead, but in the interim, I have some temporary duty to help catch more of the bad guys. I know most everyone of importance has been routed, but HQ insists on getting every last one. I know you can't wait for me, but...who knows what the future holds? I certainly wouldn't be against working closely with you of all people. :: smiles broadly ::
(22:04:01) CSO_LCdr_Wright: ENG: The Captain had other business, and... I'm not really sure, to be honest. :: looks over at Dr. Tailor and smiles :: MED: Oh, hello! You're still about as well, hmm?
(22:04:25) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes the last sip of his Jura Tastival before heading back to Atlantis. ::
(22:05:18) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO: Yes, I'm not visiting family until a couple of days from now, so I thought I'd do some catching up here before I leave.
(22:05:53) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: gazes warmly into Ian's eyes :: Ian: So the next best thing to retirement. Why retire, at that point? You will still have everything you want.
(22:05:57) CO_CaptHarper: :: sips at her coffee again before answering :: Is... that your circuitous, overly–polite way of... turning me down, Daniel?
(22:06:07) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO/MED: Ah many things to catch up on. I understand.
(22:06:32) CSO_LCdr_Wright: MED/ENG: Yes, Kate and I are leaving the day after tomorrow, I believe, to visit my family, so I'm doing some catching up myself. But then... I got a bit stir-crazy, I suppose. :: sheepish grin ::
(22:07:23) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: T'Kirr: You have a point, as you so often do. Much has changed since the last time we discussed it, but you're right. :: wonders about Alexi and whether his "retirement" will stick ::
(22:07:51) CSO_LCdr_Wright: MED/ENG: Well, since the three of us are here and don't seem to be working...
(22:08:13) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO/ENG: Apparently I've got less things to catch up on than I thought I would.. it's funny how there's less reports to write when you're not allowed to send things to SFM as a fugitive..
(22:09:20) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO/MED: And he I was reliving some old glory day, and imagining some new ones.
(22:09:35) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: giggles at Dr. Tailor, once again wondering if perhaps they could be friends, assuming Lexy figures out how to socialize properly ::
(22:09:52) Cdr_Vallero: :: frowns at her :: CO: Me, polite? Doesn't sound like me. :: shakes his head :: CO: But obligated....? I've always been one for doing what I feel is necessary over what I want to do, and I want to go with you, I do. :: he was nodding his head now :: But I've got to do what I need to. Ha ha, I suppose I am being polite, aren't I? But yes, I am turning you down, just to be clear.
(22:10:22) CSO_LCdr_Wright: MED/ENG: Perhaps we should retire to a lounge for a game of cards...? :: is really trying hard ::
(22:11:14) MED_Ens_Tailor: CSO/ENG: Cards? That sounds like fun ::smiles::
(22:11:59) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: smiles at Dr. Tailor and looks at Ilaihr ::
(22:12:58) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: wanders into the next room of the house, looking around :: Ian: Despite the unchanging progression of time and it's effects on one's body, I believe many emotional species to find work keeps them feeling...young.
(22:13:43) CO_CaptHarper: Vallero: Damn. :: smiles while shaking her head :: Damn. My loss... but Starfleet's gain. Do what you need to, Daniel... but promise that you will stay in touch this time, yes?
(22:14:00) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO/MED: You go on, my dears. Some one must keep watch of things.
(22:14:49) Cdr_Vallero: :: grins broadly and extends his hand :: CO: Deal.
(22:14:58) CSO_LCdr_Wright: ENG: There's the observation lounge right over there. What better place to keep watch?
(22:15:28) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: T'Kirr: I have heard that somewhere before, yes. But speaking of work, perhaps we should get back... I can give the word on this house and have the movers start right away, if you're sure.
(22:15:35) MED_Ens_Tailor: ENG: You should come with us. I think you'd have fun.. And the bridge is just a few feet away.
(22:17:59) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Smiles.:: CSO/MED: It doesn't appear you are leaving me with much choice.
(22:18:23) CSO_LCdr_Wright: ENG: Since when do you say no to intelligent and attractive women? :: grins ::
(22:18:33) MED_Ens_Tailor: ENG: You don't stand a chance.. ::grins::
(22:18:37) CO_CaptHarper: :: finishes her coffee and shakes his hand :: Thank you, Daniel, for all that you did to help this.
(22:19:00) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: almost waits for the TL doors to part enough before stepping onto the bridge. ::
(22:19:15) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: Almost never. There have been occasions. Most notably a negotiation I has many years ago with the Syndicate.
(22:19:39) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: The were terribly exciting negotiations.
(22:19:41) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: looks up when Wolfe comes in :: CTO: Ah, hello, Major.
(22:20:24) CSO_LCdr_Wright: ENG: I want to hear allll about that sometime. Now, to the lounge? I believe the good doctor and I will drag you, if we must. :: winks at Dr. Tailor ::
(22:20:27) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sees the group and steps down toward the conversation. :: CSO: Commander.
(22:20:35) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CTO: Good day, Mr Wolf.
(22:21:06) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: ENG: Lieutenant.
(22:21:09) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::chuckles:: ENG: That certainly sounds like quite a story..
(22:21:18) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CTO: We were just persuading Ilaihr to come play cards and chat in the observation lounge. :: somewhat intimidated by this man, but feels extra bold :: You're welcome to join us, if you wish.
(22:22:04) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: that is what you're supposed to do in social situations like this, right? ::
(22:22:22) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: makes a thoughtful expression for a moment :: CSO: I believe that sounds agreeable. Shall we? :: turns halfway back and gestures back to the lift ::
(22:22:31) Lt_Raknar: :: Is taking advantage of the availability of leave in much the usual fashion. That is to say, staying aboard and taking advantage of more available holodeck time. Now, he's making his way through an impossibly dense jungle, spear in hand, stalking and being stalked by giant predators. So, relaxing. ::
(22:23:15) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CTO: there's an observation lounge on this deck, actually, I thought we could just go there, since Ilaihr wanted to keep an eye on things, as he says.
(22:23:16) Cdr_Vallero: :: shakes Kate's hand :: CO: It's been on honor. Sorry about the Romulans. I'll keep in touch.
(22:24:02) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: Considers Wright :: CSO: You know, I've always wondered what it would look like to set up a card table in the middle of the Bridge. I think we should do it.
(22:24:10) CO_CaptHarper: :: smiles :: Vallero: Take care of yourself, Daniel.
(22:25:06) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: blinks at Wolfe :: CTO: ......okay, sure. Where shall we get a card table?
(22:25:35) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: I find being a watcher, give my elderly frame, more purpose.
(22:25:39) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: is becoming increasingly unsure of how to navigate the situation as it becomes more complex ::
(22:25:45) CdorTKirr_HQ: Ian: It's more than adequate for our combined expectations. Let's get started on the process.
(22:26:40) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Walks over the the OPS console, and types in a number of commands, and specific coordinates. Suddenly a table appears in the centre of the command circle.::
(22:27:19) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: as they finish walking through the last room of the house :: T'Kirr: Wonderful. I'll set it in motion. Ready to beam back, then?
(22:27:33) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::snickers:: ENG: I've got to admit, I wouldn't have thought of beaming one in.. that's brilliant.
(22:27:33) Lt_Raknar: :: Perched on a high branch, rocking silently on his heels, now grins widely as something at least five times his size, and seemingly 20% fang and claw comes lumbering across the rain forest floor beneath him. He really never did get the appeal of chess. ::
(22:27:44) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: gives Ilaihr a grateful look and hopes he does chairs as well, while she moves to the replicator for a deck of cards ::
(22:27:51) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: looks around their future home with a smile, the creases at his eyes having deepened over the past year ::
(22:28:58) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: divvies out some chips and begins shuffling cards :: All: So... poker?
(22:29:04) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Continues to beam in what essentially his living room.:: MED: We do take technology for granted.
(22:29:13) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: at the mention of returning to duty, has a mixed reaction. Touring their new home has been pleasing, but their new duties interest her, too. She will have this place to look forward to later. A sense of well-being settles over her :: Ian: I am ready.
(22:29:17) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: starts dealing without waiting for a response ::
(22:29:35) Cdr_Vallero: :: nods to Harper, offering her a friendly smile ::
(22:29:46) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: *SFHQ* Blackthorne to headquarters. Two to beam back.
(22:29:59) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> Blackthorne and T'Kirr are beamed back to San Francisco.
(22:30:02) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::looks on as an overstuffed chair, a coffee table, and finally, a sofa arrive onto the bridge...::
(22:31:30) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: ALL: Yes. Right here. Right... um... Hmm.
(22:32:58) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Grins.::
(22:33:26) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: looks around for a solution ::
(22:33:43) MED_Ens_Tailor: ENG: Nice decor.. ::grins and pulls up a chair::
(22:34:41) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CTO: Your idea was quite bold, Major, let's agree to never tell the Captain about this.
(22:34:41) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: MED: I am quite fond the late 19th and early 20th century Earth decor and arcitecture.
(22:34:55) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CSO: I still say we can make it work.
(22:34:59) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: makes his way back to the new office in SFOps ::
(22:35:42) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CTO: What about this isn't working? :: finishes dealing ::
(22:36:07) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sits down :: Oh, I don't know. I think we've done it. It's just a bit... tight.
(22:36:09) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::ponders:: ENG: Let me see if I remember my earth history.. Victorian? Art Deco?
(22:36:31) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Nods.:: MED: Indeed.
(22:37:38) Cdr_Vallero: :: parts on friendly terms with Harper and leaves the coffee house, heading for SFHQ nearby ::
(22:37:43) CO_CaptHarper: :: returns the smile as Daniel leaves, then her mind starts racing, thinking about other options for the job ::
(22:37:44) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: MED: After around the 1930s human art, I feel, became generally lacking. Trying to hold up poor workmanship with pretentious subtext and interpretation.
(22:37:46) Lt_Raknar: :: Breaking stealth for a moment with a triumphant roar, the creature has a moment's warning. Unfortunately for said creature, a spearpoint is already plummeting toward it with all a Klingon's weight behind it. ::
(22:38:22) CO_CaptHarper: :: orders another coffee and produces a PADD to start flipping through candidates ::
(22:39:07) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::grabs her hand of cards and piles of her chips in front of her:: ENG: Yes, there's alot of attention to detail and warmth in this style that the later eras lack. Midcentury modern, for example..
(22:39:23) GenMcKnight_HQ: :: Looks down at the desk console in his office, reads the notification, and slaps his comm badge after a brief frown. :: *Blackthorne* McKnight to Blackthorne.
(22:39:39) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: follows Ian through SFOps, familiarizing herself with the area ::
(22:39:45) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: *McKnight* Blackthorne here.
(22:40:17) CO_CaptHarper: :: starts looking through all of the candiates, including external ::
(22:40:29) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: picks up his cards :: ALL: By the way. What are we playing?
(22:40:51) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CTO: I believe the commander decided on Poker.
(22:41:02) CdorTKirr_HQ: :: doesn't follow Ian into the office, but investigates the corridors and areas nearby ::
(22:41:05) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: ENG: Ah. Very well, then.
(22:41:30) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CTO: Which variation, I leave to you to decide.
(22:41:56) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: All: I actually won Betty in a card game.
(22:42:36) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: ENG: It's a good thing I've been drinking, then. Speaking of which, where is my next drink? :: looks around the bridge ::
(22:43:24) CO_CaptHarper: :: sips at her new coffee, scrolling through uninspiring hopeful XOs ::
(22:44:01) GenMcKnight_HQ: *Blackthorne* Yeah...hey. Listen, we need to talk. I'm aware you just got back in, and it's not quite life and death. So I understand if it can't be right this second. But it IS important.
(22:44:10) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CTO: Dealers' choice.
(22:44:14) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: turns his attention back to the game :: ALL: How about Five-card Draw.
(22:45:57) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: sends the message to start the process on the house :: *McKnight* Well, I know that you're not one to cry wolf, so stop by anytime.
(22:46:18) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::stands up and sidles around the sofa and overstuffed chair, going to the replicator:: All: What would everyone like?
(22:46:55) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: MED: Just a tea for me, please, my dear.
(22:47:19) CO_CaptHarper: :: scrolls past someone, then stops and flicks back, considering... could that work? ::
(22:49:42) MED_Ens_Tailor: ENG: Sure, what blend? And what do you take in it?
(22:50:44) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: MED: English breakfast, milk, no sugar. ::Smiles.::
(22:51:01) CO_CaptHarper: :: there would be complications, and she'd have to run it by the Admiral given those complications, but the more she thinks about it the more she likes the idea ::
(22:51:26) CO_CaptHarper: *Blackthorne* Harper to Admiral Blackthorne.
(22:52:04) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: *McKnight* At your leisure, Doug. Got another call though, see you then. :: switches over to Kate :: *Harper* Go ahead, Captain.
(22:52:52) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::puts in an order for english breakfast, milk,no sugar, and another for a jumja tea:: CTO: How about you?
(22:53:02) CO_CaptHarper: *Blackthorne* Sir, Commander Vallero turned down the job as Atlantis's XO, and reviewing the options, I have someone I need your opinion on... :: explains her thought process to him ::
(22:54:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: MED: I'll take Dalmore Cigar Malt Reserve.
(22:54:26) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: :: considers :: *Harper* Hmm.... that is an unorthodox choice, for sure. But, if the test is passed, I think it would work out well, so I don't have a problem with it.
(22:54:43) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::punches up Wolfe's order, then passes the drinks over the sofa to the table..::
(22:55:09) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: brings the snifter to a proper distance to get the aromas :: MED: Wonderful.
(22:55:14) CO_CaptHarper: *Blackthorne* Thank you, Admiral. I'll let you know what I decide.
(22:55:49) AdmBlackthorne_HQ: *Harper* Looking foward to it. Blackthorne out. :: cuts the comms and leans back in his chair, pondering the idea Kate presented, thinking how interesting it could be ::
(22:55:51) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sips ::
(22:55:53) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: MED: Thank you, my dear. ::Cheefully sips his tea, like its not scolding.:: Mmm, almost as good as the real thing.
(22:55:56) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:57) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:58) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM