Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed Sep 19 20:55:32 2018 on CaptHarper@chat.startrekengage.com (irc)
(21:25:48) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:25:49) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:25:49) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:29:42) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: curled up in a double-hammock with Kate in the late afternoon sun, a warm breeze coming in off the Mediterranean as they relax on the deck of their oceanside villa on Santorini :: Kate: Okay, I'll admit it. It isn't what I had planned for the afternoon, but... this is pretty great. :: she speaks drowsily, her eyes closed ::
(21:31:47) CO_CaptHarper: :: stretches luxuriously, glad for some peace and quiet with just her and her new wife :: Lexy: Yeeeeesssss, it is, is it not? Just relaxing without a plan can be so wonderful.
(21:32:39) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::is busy relaxing in her quarters for a change, taking a break from the sun and sand and hustle and bustle of the resort; nursing a drink of tea on a table by her comfy chair, reading a good book ::
(21:34:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Kate: 'Relaxing without a plan' has never really been my style, but I suppose I can see the appeal.
(21:34:11) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: lays on the beach, with a drink in one hand and a book in the other, rocking sunglasses ::
(21:34:35) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: continues watching the video of a light sabre fight ::
(21:34:58) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Tav: You know, constructed closed spaces. Rucara didn't really make them until we wanted to leave the planet.
(21:36:25) CEO_LCdrQuinn: :: Grins as he steps down off the shuttle, surrounded by the domed Vesta spaceport, and stares upward with a big old jackass grin on his face. ::
(21:36:26) MED2_LCdr_Tav: Kuari: Ah. So more... barriers bulkheads, or hulls than walls. But the word still works. :: continues walking and passes a life-sized Jar Jar Binks without saying a word, even looking the opposite directions.
(21:36:31) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: I am sure that six-course elegant dinner you had planned would have been simply marvelous, as well! But room service is a luxury in itself.
(21:36:46) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Here we are! How's that for a view, huh?
(21:36:55) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::The alarm in his quarters blares away, as he opens his eyes, his eyelashes frosted over, the room covered in an icy sheen.::
(21:37:06) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: looks around as she departs the shuttle, taking in the view :: CEO: It is adequate.
(21:37:43) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::The bouquet that she caught at the wedding reception is also sitting in a vase on her table, pleasantly scenting the air. Smiles as she glances at it between pages, feeling a happy afterglow from the party::
(21:37:47) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: rides in to the beach on a surf board, hopping off right as the water gets too shallow to continue ::
(21:37:53) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Computer: Discontinue alarm.
(21:38:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: opens one eye, the mention of dinner alerting her of her hunger :: Kate: Room service, you say?
(21:39:34) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: Mmmmmhmmmm. They will just bring whatever we want to eat to us, whenever we want it.
(21:40:27) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: arrives at a display where a tall alien is walking out of a space ship with a book, "To Serve Man" in his hands, a soft smile on his face, as the viewer looks over the heads of a bunch of humans who are watching him ::
(21:40:48) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Kate: Are you getting hungry yet? Because I suddenly am.
(21:41:00) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Reaches for his walking stick, sighing to himself as he looks up a the chronometer.::
(21:41:42) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: It's the stars, as seen from home. Just a couple minutes walk off to the left, and you come to the mag lev train that'll take you over to the surface level of the main settlement. Come on. If this was Vulcan, that'd have to mean something, even to you guys.
(21:42:38) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: peers under her glasses to check the shade of her arm, then check the time. She slips a bookmark in her book, having a stretch before making her way back toward the resort ::
(21:42:46) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: lifts an eyebrow :: CEO: I do distinctly recall seeing similar stars when we are at sublight speeds on the Atlantis. They are simply stars.
(21:43:00) CO_CaptHarper: :: looks down at her stomach and then to the sun that'll be setting soon :: Lexy: Yes, now that you mention it.
(21:44:14) CEO_LCdrQuinn: :: Just stares at her for a second before sighing. :: TAC: You know, sometimes the logic behind your logic is just completely lost on me.
(21:44:54) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: walks on all fours alongside Tav as they progress through the museum, taking physical manifestations of human history :: Tav: If fascinates me how most races felt the need to create enclosures. I believe it to be because most bipedal species are less...what is that word...ambulatory? Less so than Rucara, and they also have higher populations by far, so there aren't enough natural shelters for them to live.
(21:45:13) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: As is the constant need of the more emotional species to attach sentimental value to inanimate objects.
(21:45:32) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Kate: Then... let's try this room service thing, hmm? Followed by some sunset sunbathing or a dip in the pool... or is that too much planning?
(21:45:54) CO_CaptHarper: :: reaches out behind her, feeling for the menu on the nearby table :: Lexy: That sounds grand!
(21:46:29) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: exchanges her empty glass for another drink at the bar, then finds a spot in the shade to keep reading ::
(21:47:01) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: tucks the board under his arm and heads for the resort ::
(21:47:45) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Kate: One of us is going to have to get dressed to .
(21:48:29) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: cocks his head thoughtfully :: Kuari: You could be on to something. I don't know. It's quite the interesting theory. Perhaps it has something to do with our lack of fur, too, or the worlds on which our species evolved. Here on Earth they had quite the range of biomes where humans took up residence, and relatively early on.
(21:48:31) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: An almost insurmountable problem that we can put off until later! :: giggles as she finds the menu with the grasping hand and opens it in front of them ::
(21:49:17) CEO_LCdrQuinn: :: Puts up his hands. :: ENG: Whatever. I do at least know this argument has gone on long enough to prove there's no logic in trying to convince anyone on either side. But the concept of fun, enjoying things for its own sake can't be completely alien to you. Not for a fighter pilot.
(21:50:17) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: enters the pool area to the resort and stows his board, then strolls to the bar and picks up a drink ::
(21:50:18) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: peruses the menu, filled with Greek deliciousness :: Kate: Ooh, look, they have a set menu where we can order a whole big meal.
(21:51:09) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: catches Navarro's eye and offers a small wave ::
(21:51:23) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: the eyebrow goes higher :: CEO: I do not see what my profession has to do with this.
(21:51:39) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: Then let us order it! It seems decadent.
(21:51:42) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::gets to the end of the chapter she's reading, then drains her teacup, and stands up and stretches::
(21:52:18) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Kate: I feel a bit guilty about having lamb, I have a feeling it's going to be real rather than synthetic, but.... let's do it.
(21:52:50) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: lifts up his aviator frames and notices Acacia's wave, smiles and returns the gesture as his drink is delivered ::
(21:52:52) CEO_LCdrQuinn: :: Arches his own eyebrow. :: TAC: You fly a high performance spacecraft at breakneck speeds...and you can't see the parallels with us coming out here to the races?
(21:53:30) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: My duty as a pilot is to protect the ship and the crew. It is not for amusement nor entertainment.
(21:54:07) CO_CaptHarper: :: considers for a moment :: Lexy: I must admit that I prefer real bacon as well. And hamburgers. Earth's animals are simply delicious! :: presses the order button on the menu ::
(21:55:07) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Nah. Don't buy it.
(21:55:21) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Finally stands up, brushing himself down, and slowly plodding out of his quarters; en route to the transporter room.::
(21:56:13) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: You will find that not all species ascribe to the same level of emotion as humans do. I acquired my certification as a cadet and I would be remiss if I did not do my duty to the utmost of my ability.
(21:57:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: grimaces, but can't disagree :: Kate: We have a few minutes before it arrives, right? I don't want to get up yet. :: closes her eyes again ::
(21:57:48) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: Of course... they have to prepare it. :: puts the menu on the floor next to the hammock and cuddles up with Lexy ::
(21:57:50) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Yeah, but if your only concern was protecting the ship, you could have taken the tactical career track. Protected the ship with shields that stop a lot more punishment, and weapons that give back a whole lot more. Or, if you wanted to put your piloting skill to good use, there's never any shortage of demand for skilled helmsmen.
(21:58:20) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: kicks her feet up on the nearby table, her book open in her lap ::
(21:58:25) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Instead, you put on a tracksuit to go ride a glorified tin can with racing stripes. There's no logic to that. Not unless SOMETHING else about it spoke to you.
(21:59:17) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Tav: Yes, lack of fur could also be a reason. Rucara live in many biomes, too. Did you know living in really cold climates make Rucara fur grow longer?
(21:59:47) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: the other eyebrow joins the first :: CEO: You will find that I recognized my decision to persue a career in sciences was mistaken and not one I could reasonably continue and I have since begun a tactical career path. Emotions and sentiment have no place in my career.
(22:00:18) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: takes the drink and heads to a nearby lounge chair ::
(22:00:38) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Just rational, straightforward evaluation of what's in front of you, eh?
(22:01:17) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: Indeed. There is no other logical method to evaluate one’s career and make informed decisions about how to move forward.
(22:01:34) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Then how'd you wind up on the wrong career path in the first place?
(22:02:03) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: pauses and looks over :: CEO: I was naive. I have corrected that mistake.
(22:02:18) CO_CaptHarper: :: looks up some time later when the door rings with a melodic chime, having dozed off for a minute ::
(22:02:48) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: starts awake :: Wha... Kate: The door... Oof.
(22:04:40) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::After some time, make it TR2. He nods at the transporter technician.:: Tech: Starfleet Medical, please.
(22:04:49) CO_CaptHarper: :: stretches again, curling her toes, then swings her feet over to the floor :: Lexy: I will get it, darling.
(22:05:26) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Interesting choice of words...provided something wasn't lost in translation.
(22:05:52) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: We are conversing in the same language, there is no translation needed.
(22:06:09) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: swings gently in the hammock, slowly waking up and hopping out of the hammock over to the outdoor dining table while Kate gets the door ::
(22:07:24) CO_CaptHarper: :: finds a more substantial terrycloth bathrobe to cover the gauzy diaphanous robe that is all she's wearing, and ties the belt as she arrives at the door ::
(22:07:38) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: That right? Well, if you're a fluent English speaker, you must be aware that "naive" is something of a loaded word. It tends to connote judgement. Recrimination, even.
(22:08:20) CO_CaptHarper: :: opens the door to find a swarthy Greek man with a cart of food ::
(22:08:42) CO_CaptHarper: SGM> Keeria Harper, your dinner has arrived.
(22:08:48) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: Your assesment is flawed. Naive is an indicator of youth and idealism. Nothing more.
(22:09:30) CO_CaptHarper: SGM: Thank you! Please, put it right over there.
(22:11:03) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: noting that Acacia has yet to pick her book back up, he doesn't think he'll be interrupting her, so he gets up and walks over to say hi :: MED: Hey, Doc. :: smiles ::
(22:12:06) CO_CaptHarper: SGM> :: wheels the cart of food in as directed ::
(22:12:21) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: jumps slightly, looking up from where she had been spacing out. She takes a moment, then smiles, and says :: NAV: Doc.
(22:12:33) MED2_LCdr_Tav: Kuari: That's not surprising. Many fur-bearing creatures on Earth and on Trill do the same thing. :: turns with Kuari down an octagonal corridor, brightly lit with black recesses, and a light fixture at the end that looks like a red-glowing camera lens. Even knowing the storyline, he's slightly creeped out. ::
(22:13:42) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: sees the SGM coming into the room and meeps, casting about for her robe, seeing it across the room, and quickly running to dunk her nude body into the hot tub where he can't see her ::
(22:13:57) CO_CaptHarper: :: knowing that Lexy is not dressed, she intends to take it the rest of the way to the patio herself ::
(22:14:13) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: walks up to the lens and stands in front of it. :: Lens: Open the pod bay doors.
(22:15:07) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: chuckles as he sits nearby :: MED: How are you? Enjoying your time off?
(22:15:13) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: No, it's a condemnation. A statement that in your youth and idealism, you acted wrongly. Foolishly. Which is why, when self-applied, it usually indicates regret.
(22:15:32) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: blinks, watching Tav, then the light ::
(22:15:40) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: turns to Kuari :: Kuari: Interesting. HAL 9000 isn't technically an alien, but rather a human artificial intelligence... or what humans expected it might one day be like if it all went wrong. I guess it fits.
(22:15:45) CO_CaptHarper: SGM> Kate: There you are, Keeria Harper. May I wish you and your new wife a lovely stay here on our beautiful island.
(22:16:11) CO_CaptHarper: SGM: Thank you. :: smiles politely as SGM makes his way out ::
(22:16:15) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: Regret is illogical. My decision was made based on my own idealism and I have since realised I was wrong. Emotion has no role to play in the decision. It does fascinate me that humans continue to attempt to ascribe emotion to logic driven decisions.
(22:16:40) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: sits up a bit, turning toward him :: NAV: I'm finding it hard to clear my mind. My mother insisted I take a ::air quotes:: 'real vacation'... so I have to at least come back with a tan. :: she shrugs :: Yourself?
(22:17:03) CO_CaptHarper: SGM> :: closes the door, nodding appreciatively to himself ::
(22:17:38) CO_CaptHarper: :: rolls the cart out onto the patio ::
(22:19:30) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: Oh, my mind is perfectly clear. I have some time with my family in Spain, but I wanted to socialize with my crewmates here, too. Transporters are wonderful things, no?
(22:20:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: sighs with relief when she realizes the man isn't coming out on the deck and pops out of the hot tub, reaching for a towel and looking a bit embarrassed when Kate comes out with the cart :: Kate: I should've known you'd do that. :: sheepish ::
(22:20:16) MED2_LCdr_Tav: Kuari: In the story, the AI, HAL, turned on the humans and started killing them off. This movie was quite the thriller at the time, featuring an alien of human creation. :: turns back to the red light :: HAL: Open the pod bay doors.
(22:20:36) CEO_LCdrQuinn: :: Shrugs :: Maybe it's a failure to understand on our part. Maybe you're just so logical that the assertion that all your decisions are based on it only SEEMS like nonsense.
(22:21:10) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: Hm? :: opening the cart's lid and the lids on the individual plates :: Oh, you mean not let him out here? Of course not, dear, I know that you are modest.
(22:21:29) MED_Ens_Acacia: NAV: I've just always struggled to put my work down. But, yes, transporters are wonderful. :: she sets her book off to the side, it's a betazoid romance novel ::
(22:21:51) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Materialises at Starfleet Medical, looking up at the building, before plodding up the path and entering; breezing through the corridors as fast as he could.::
(22:21:58) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: Fascinating. You are not the only person to attempt to ascribe emotion to my decisions... it seems as though, despite our many years in the Federation, many still fail to understand Vulcans.
(22:22:54) MED2_LCdr_Tav: HAL: Open the pod bay doors, HAL.
(22:23:07) MED2_LCdr_Tav: HAL> Tav: I'm sorry, Dave. I can't do that right now.
(22:23:21) CO_CaptHarper: :: glances at her, flashing a wry grin :: Lexy: Though, I admit... I find myself selfish, as well, not wanting anyone else to enjoy this view.
(22:23:33) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: Perhaps I have been among humans too long?
(22:23:41) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: claps in front of him :: THERE WE GO! Ha ha! :: turns to Kuari. :: Kuari: Iconic.
(22:24:26) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: glances at the book as she puts it down :: MED: I do not have that problem, but your work is far more involved than mine.
(22:24:39) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: I think you'll find, or more accurately already know that humans are far from unique in frequently finding your arguments unconvincing. Which leaves open the possibility that the fault lies in hundreds of different perspectives shared across billions of sentients. But I know what the math would say to me about the logic of that one.
(22:25:02) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: cocks her head forty-five degrees at Tav ::
(22:25:33) MED2_LCdr_Tav: HAL> Tav: Dave. This conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye.
(22:25:42) MED2_LCdr_Tav: Kuari: Let's move on.
(22:25:55) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: If my choices were indeed based on emotion, you would find them to be far more erratic and the impacts more severe. There is a reason Vulcans have purged ourselves of emotion. I can recommend several historical texts to aid in understanding, if you wish.
(22:26:00) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Kate: I don't think so. :: grins :: Shall we eat?
(22:26:08) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::snaps her fingers:: Self: The eggs! They were supposed to hatch soon.. ::throws on something besides a pair of pj's and is soon on her way to science lab to check in on them::
(22:26:09) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks over her wing at the creepy HAL and follows Tav ::
(22:26:17) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Chimes on the door to Moran's office.::
(22:26:19) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: sits down at the table as she is, wondering if she's spent too much time among Risians... ::
(22:26:59) CO_CaptHarper: :: finishes taking all the lids off, then rolls the cart over to the table before doffing both of her robes and sitting down ::
(22:26:59) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: laughs, rubbing the bridge of her nose :: NAV: Maybe I'm just bad at doing nothing.
(22:27:11) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Dr_Moran> ENG: Come in... and that better be you Ilaihr.
(22:27:58) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Reluctantly steps inside.:: Moran: Doctor. ::Nods.::
(22:28:31) CEO_LCdrQuinn: :: Shrugs :: TAC: Sure. Send 'em my way. I'll read them as my time permits. Challenging my own conclusions is the mandate of the scientific method. What's more logical than that?
(22:28:53) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: the eyebrow goes back up :: CEO: Indeed.
(22:29:24) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: leans back, taking a drink of his mojito :: MED: Or, could it be that Betazoid romance is not as interesting to you as your profession?
(22:29:55) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Dr_Moran> ENG: Good, you're early. I don't have to call your CMO to drag you down here. ::Stares at the Aenar, gesturing at an unoccupied seat.:: You look exhausted.
(22:30:22) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: returns a smile, not missing a beat :: NAV: Not even remotely. Y'know, I thought empaths would write better romance novels, but... I just think they're kind of cheesy.
(22:30:24) CO_CaptHarper: :: some time later, the food cart is decimated :: Lexy: I do not think I could take another bite, but this food is incredible!
(22:31:28) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: licks the last of her dessert from the spoon :: Kate: I can't remember the last time I had a meal this delicious.
(22:31:32) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: In the meantime...please accept my apology. Were you one of us emotional races, I'd assume I'd given offense. It wasn't my intent, but it looks like my emotions got the best of me again. My intention was to explain that as a pilot, I assumed you'd have some understanding of the appeal of this sport. I know Vulcans have adrenaline, after all.
(22:31:41) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::bustles through the door of the science lab, nodding hello to a science ensign who's keeping an eye on the incubator:: Ensign: So.. how's it going?
(22:32:24) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Moran: Resistance is futile, as the Borg say.
(22:32:41) CO_CaptHarper: :: still idly picking at the dessert with her fingers and licking them clean :: Lexy: I must admit, it does give Risa competition.
(22:32:55) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: Adrenaline is useful in combat, but I do not understand the human predilection for... such irrational behavior to achieve an artificial high. Observing such an event would prove useful in determining a conclusion to a question I have pondered for several years.
(22:33:50) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: <Ensign_Tix> ::looks up excitedly at the doc as she approaches:: Tailor: There's a crack on the first egg!
(22:33:52) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: walks up to a large metal suit with a single slit where the eyes would go, a red light bouncing back and forth from left to right. Below that is what looks like a car's grill. Next to the 1970s Cylon is one from the 2004 reboot, with more sleek lines and figure. :: Kuari: It's amazing just how quickly production quality increased. This costume that a human had to wear, and then what is modeled here, which was original
(22:33:52) MED2_LCdr_Tav: ter-generated by the technology of the day.
(22:34:14) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: I would have thought so, too. The stereotypes probably made me think that, though.
(22:34:31) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Mind if I speak frankly?
(22:34:48) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: Is that not what we have been doing thus far?
(22:35:15) MED2_LCdr_Tav: Kuari: And really, it shows you the pace with which Human civilization started moving. In 1905, they barely had vehicles that ran along the ground when the first humans took powered flight. In a lifetime, they went from that to having a human standing on their moon.
(22:35:21) MED_Ens_Acacia: NAV: Stereotypes about Betazoids? :: she feigns ignorance, prying playfully ::
(22:36:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Kate: That was to die for. I rather think I'd like to die while floating in the pool, looking at this sunset and listening to the waves... shall we?
(22:36:17) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: Tix: There is? Let me see! ::steps closer, bringing up the image of the dinosaur embryos on the console, and zooms in on the egg in question::
(22:36:20) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: You know, how emotional they are. Like... the opposite of Vulcans. But that is what I get for listening to stereotypes.
(22:36:33) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Dr_Moran> ENG: Not funny. ::Glares, picking up a tricorder and scanning Ilaihr.:: So you're physically and mentally fatigued, I'm assuming weakness in your extremities, and fluctuating neural and psionic activity... how am I doing?
(22:37:12) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: Die? No, I think not! :: sticks her tongue out and laughs ::
(22:37:13) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: holds in a laugh :: NAV: Emotional! Why, I never.
(22:37:27) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Moran: Correct, so far....
(22:38:16) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: gets the sensation of egg on his face :: MED: Let me guess—you are part Betazoid?
(22:38:16) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: sits down and processes what Tav is saying :: Tav: Yes, that is a lot in a short amount of time. Rucara technology development was slower, except for when we wanted to go to space. That's when we developed AI, too.
(22:38:54) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: sticks out her tongue in return :: Kate: You know what I mean! :: gets up and meanders toward the pool ::
(22:38:57) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Fair enough. Then frankly, I would be very surprised if you even had the tools to learn anything of value here today. Learning something new generally requires being receptive to it. You plainly neither understand, nor show interest in understanding the mindset that came up with this.
(22:39:11) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::the tiny dinosaur struggles against the shell, pecking at it with its beak; little bits of the shell fall off of the exterior occasionally, making the tiny hole wider:: Tix: It looks like the process is going to take several hours.. that's a hard shell, and alot for the little one to get through.
(22:39:27) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: laughs out loud :: NAV: Mostly Betazoid, as my human mother puts it, but... oh, don't feel bad, I'm messing with you.
(22:39:46) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Dr_Moran> ::Looks over tricorder readings.:: ENG: That was rhetorical, I can damn well see it. My original doctoral thesis was shorter than the list of neurotransmitters I can detect here.
(22:39:48) CO_CaptHarper: :: follows, leaving a puddle of robes at her chair and an utterly destroyed lamb shank on her plate ::
(22:40:06) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Instead, you approach everything with a pre-constructed framework by which you endeavor to explain everything around you. In other words, you tweak the data to support your conclusions. Meaning...yes, I think Science might have been the wrong path for you.
(22:40:12) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: chuckles :: MED: Thank you. I certainly meant no offense.
(22:40:45) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: An interesting hypothesis. Is the wish to finally gain a level of understanding into the mindset of my closest acquiantances not sufficient interest? I was unaware that not displaying interest in emotion was a failing in my path as a scientist. I did not encounter any such obstacle in over twenty years as a scientist.
(22:41:37) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: You will find that frameworks can provide a basis for explanation and are often expounded upon. Assuming to know my mind is highly illogical.
(22:42:38) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::stares at the image, fascinated.:: Self: Kuari should probably see this..
(22:43:42) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Dr_Moran> ENG: It is a true miracle that you're even conscious; let alone standing. The only area of your brain not in a state of neural deterioration is your paracortex, and it's only a matter of time Ilaihr. Has no one on board noticed strange behaviour?
(22:43:48) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: slides her sunglasses onto her forehead as the sun begins to set, leaning back in her chair :: NAV: So.. you surf? :: she gestures to his board ::
(22:44:18) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: How so? If your viewpoints, decisions and actions are all based on a logical assessment of your circumstances, shouldn't anyone with a knowledge of those circumstances and an ability to apply logic be able to "know your mind" to a reasonable degree of certainty?
(22:45:14) CO_CaptHarper: :: steps into the infinity pool, which has only the tiniest hint of a chill, and wades on in :: Lexy: Come on in, the water is wonderful!
(22:45:30) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Moran: I have taught them to expect nothing less than strange behaviour, my old friend. ::Relaxes back in his chair.:: So nobody asks any uncomfortable questions; they just accept what their senses tell them.
(22:45:50) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: walks along, leading Kuari through the different exhibits over the next couple hours and ends up at one, a collage with several different drawings of what humans actually expected aliens to look like :: Kuari: Wow. :: Some of the images are government images of people who were believed to be aliens. Many look human, many are wildly inaccurate, such as the grays and greens. ::
(22:45:58) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: The constructs of each individual mind is unique and complex. Assuming that such things can be predicted because the person follows a set of norms in their life is what leads to misconceptions and misunderstanding, both of which can prove dangerous if allowed to continue for any extended length of time.
(22:46:10) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: slides into the water as well, enjoying the clean cool feeling against her skin :: Kate: After the past few years we've had, it's nice to have a moment of peace like this.
(22:47:13) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: Yes. I learned at the Academy, because with the waves in Santa Cruz, why not?
(22:48:48) CO_CaptHarper: :: ducks into the slightly deeper water and launches herself forward, swimming a bit and relishing the sensation of the water moving around her bare skin :: Lexy: Few years? I will take the past few days. I am a social person, but even I have my limits!
(22:48:56) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: *XO*: Kuari, Tailor here. I'm sorry to interrupt your shore leave, but do you have a moment?
(22:49:21) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Dr_Moran> ::Sighs frustratedly.:: ENG: I need to get you in imaging chamber, I need to know exactly what kind of damage we're looking at, and why the medication stopped working.
(22:49:23) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: sits and marvels at the collage. One could easily glance and move on at the artwork, but to Kuari, every image is an insight into the human mind. Her eyes widen on one particular image, and she moves closer, curious :: Tav: Isn't that a Ferengi?
(22:50:52) CEO_LCdrQuinn: :: Pauses a moment, considering the unproductive nature of this conversation. The best path, it seems to him, is to at least demonstrate his logic by following up on his earlier admission of that futility, and being the one to end this exchange. ::
(22:51:43) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Moran: If you feel it is necessary...
(22:51:44) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: looks where Kuari is looking, at first missing it, and then zeroing in on what she's seeing. Sure enough... it's a Ferengi. He pulls back the images covering two more Ferengi, in a photo taken in the 1940s in a military base of the era. :: Kuari: Well, I'll be... :: hears Kuari's commbadge but keeps staring ::
(22:52:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Kate: Well... yes, there's that as well, but I meant... you know, our work and all. We'll be getting back to it soon.
(22:52:22) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: sips her drink, then sets it back on the table :: NAV: I was never any good at it, though I wished I was. It looks fun.
(22:53:11) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::continues watching little bits of the eggshell chip away, the tip of a tiny toothed beak poking through ::
(22:53:15) CO_CaptHarper: :: stops swimming and stands a moment :: Lexy: I know. We have earned this, love.
(22:53:58) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Dr_Moran> ENG: It is. ::Stands up, helping the Aenar to his feet, before escorting him out of the officer.:: Come on, Kid.
(22:54:05) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: jumps as her combadge chirps. It's usually on her uniform at her collar, but since she's not wearing anything it's currently in her pouch, vibrating against her belly. Reaching in and retrieving it, she presses on it, and it chirps again and plays Tailor's message :: CMO: I do. What do you need?
(22:54:25) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: It is! I caught one of the big waves once, like you would see the professionals ride. While I could stay with it, it was incredible, riding in an almost complete tunnel of water. Then, I wiped out. :: laughs and drinks ::
(22:54:58) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: *XO*: Well.. remember the eggs we brought back from that planet? One of them is hatching. I thought you should know.
(22:55:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: moves toward Kate in the pool :: Kate: Earned it and then some, I'd say. :: wraps her arms around her bride ::
(22:55:42) MED_Ens_Acacia: NAV: The only time I ever got close, it was with a friend's board with one of the ankle strap things, and my friends had to grab the board and drag me to shore. :: she laughs ::
(22:55:42) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks quickly to Tav ::
(22:56:21) CEO_LCdrQuinn: TAC: Well...I disagree. What you call dangerous, I know as the basis of several disciplines with real, documented benefits and efficacy...with the help of understanding of the emotional state. Criminal profiling, for instance. Conclusions about behavior drawn from patterns. But...you've got a chance to prove me wrong.
(22:56:29) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: hears the words and they take his attention off what he is looking at :: Kuari: We should go see that. You think all this is historic... ::
(22:56:44) CO_CaptHarper: :: returns the arm-wrapping and pulls Lexy close as the sun touches the sea, turning the sky a brilliant orange ::
(22:57:31) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: Well, if you ever want to try again, you're welcome to join me. The worst that could happen is that we take a nice swim in the ocean.
(22:57:59) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: gestures to the stuff around them :: Kuari: That's nothing compared to the last members of a planet's entire life hatching.
(22:58:48) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods once in agreement :: CMO: Doctor Tav and I will be right there! :: is already turning around to leave the museum ::
(22:59:06) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: they sink into the water, holding each other close as they watch the sun dip below the horizon and disappear. After a while, Lexy begins to shiver :: Kate: What do you say we move this to the hot tub?
(22:59:08) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: shrugs slightly :: NAV: I've actually.. never liked swimming, all that much.
(22:59:19) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Goes along with Kessel, down the corridor to one of the scanning rooms.::
(23:00:08) CO_CaptHarper: Lexy: Right now, that sounds simply divine. :: quietly ::
(23:00:51) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: Fair enough! :: smiles and takes a drink of the mojito, almost down to the mint leaves ::
(23:00:57) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: *XO*: It's only just started, you have a little time yet.. ::Grins at Kuari's contagious excitement::
(23:01:52) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: takes one last viewing of the aliens - clearly very real Ferengi - before turning around with Kuari and hoofing it out to the front of the building ::
(23:01:56) TAC_LCdr_TLira: CEO: Stereotyping is a common phenomena in many cultures and has proven life-threatening to many individuals. One benefit does not outweigh the many dangers. To presume otherwise is... illogical.
(23:02:32) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: rocks to her feet :: NAV: Well, I'm pretty hungry. Care to join me for dinner?
(23:03:06) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: takes Kate by the hands and leads Kate over to the hot tub, slipping in and reveling in the jets, looking up at the stars :: Kate: I have to thank you. This has been a perfect day. Better than what I had planned.
(23:03:07) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: nods and stands :: MED: My pleasure, doctora.
(23:03:12) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: <Dr_Moran> ::Helps Ilaihr into the scanning bed.:: ENG: I'll be right here if you need me, Zid Ziih. ::Activate the scanning program, mapping his neural structures and synaptic and psionic activity.::
(23:04:05) CO_CaptHarper: :: luxuriates in the hot water and the stars and her wife pressing against her :: Lexy: Mmmm... your plans have been good, too, so keep making them. I may just interrupt them sometimes. :: giggles softly ::
(23:04:57) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: smiles, collecting her book and heading toward the resort's cafe, for next week ::
(23:05:06) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: rushes out to the edge of the grand stairway into the museum, thinking through the time it would take to get to the transit station :: *Atlantis* Kuari to Atlantis. Two to beam directly to Sickbay! :: bumps Tav's side with her wing, holding contact, hoping it helps the transporter chief get a better lock on them.
(23:05:24) MED2_LCdr_Tav: :: follows and then stands directly next to Kuari ::
(23:05:57) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:05:58) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:05:59) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM