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(21:10:51) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:10:52) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:10:52) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:11:24) CO_CaptHarper: :: still holding mostly the tips of Jaire's giant fingers in her upturned hand, looking him in the eyes ::
(21:11:48) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: You said your ships are mostly automated, and while I dearly hope none of your crew were seriously injured, it appeared to us that most of your losses were drones. Our people *bled* for this cause, that diplomacy and learning about each other were more important than blind expansionism.
(21:12:12) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: watching her wife doing strange social things (as usual) while she continues surreptitiously pilfering more chick from the table ::
(21:12:35) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: remains by the wall, still observing. She finds the entirety of this gathering to be... strange ::
(21:13:27) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: We have gone to incredible lengths to reach out to you, in the manner of your people. All we ask for is a bit of mutual understanding to build a friendship on.
(21:13:28) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: stands near the food table, watching Harper and Jaire ::
(21:13:54) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: leans on a tree, intently watching the captain ::
(21:14:28) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> :: considers Harper's words ::
(21:14:58) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: whispers to Acacia :: A drink says she wins him over.
(21:16:06) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: laughs quietly, whispering back :: NAV: I mean, I hope so.
(21:16:33) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: :: remains quiet and watching her captain carefully. ::
(21:17:09) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> :: withdraws his hand and nods :: CO: You could have used our own rules against us to get what you appeared to want and suffered no ill will from doing it.
(21:17:17) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is still smoking to himself quietly, watching the engagement from the outside.::
(21:18:18) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> CO: Yet you refrained from taking what we conceded to be rightfully yours to seek our friendship. No one we've ever met has gone to so much effort.
(21:18:54) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: holds her breath while nibbling on some meat, anxious to see how they take this ::
(21:18:54) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: It's looking good...
(21:19:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods subtly to herself, a big, tight-lipped smile on her face so as not to show her scary teeth ::
(21:19:59) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> Very well. :: offers a handshake :: Let us be friends!
(21:20:22) CO_CaptHarper: :: grins widely as she accepts his handshake, which turns into a full forearm clasp ::
(21:20:50) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: squeaks excitedly, too shy to cheer ::
(21:21:37) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: he looks down to Grey and shrugs :: TAC2: L-l-l-looks like it-it went wwwwwwwell-well.
(21:21:39) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> :: claps her on the back, then turns and loudly proclaims :: Let us revel with our new Federation friends!
(21:22:04) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Turgoth> :: the tall Kvolir next to Kuari guffaws and mightily slaps Kuari on the back. She saw it coming, but she couldn't get out of the way in time and is almost knocked forward off her feet. Her wings come out, breaking her fall, and she looks up at Turgoth in surprise, finally smiling indecisively ::
(21:22:04) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> The music starts up, a festive tune.
(21:22:41) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: can't help but smile :: NAV: Well, best we could have asked for really.
(21:23:03) CO_CaptHarper: :: takes a step forward from the hearty clap on the back, then looks back up at the Colonel :: Jaire: Thank you, Colonel.
(21:23:10) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: claps her hands with the music for a few beats before stopping self-consciously and trying to look busy with the meatstravaganza instead ::
(21:24:19) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: :: she looks at Razyn, expression serious :: ENG2: Yeah. I wonder how long it will last though.
(21:24:22) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: No, thank you for trying so hard, Captain.
(21:24:42) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Finally stands up, looking like he was able to join the group, but instead walking the perimeter of the celebratory area; almost patrolling, as he observes them.::
(21:25:15) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: TAC2: P-p-pessimistic, aren't-aren'tcha?
(21:25:47) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Turgoth> :: loudly to Kuari :: We're friends now! Come, have a drink with me! :: makes one long-legged stride to the food table and grabs the ladle into a mysteriously opaque brownish-orange punch bowl ::
(21:26:09) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: Definitely. Now, my plate seems to be empty. Can I get you anything while I fill it up?
(21:26:37) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: ENG2: No. Merely... thoughtful. :: stands calmly from her position against the wall to pop her spine:: ENG2: I'm a practical thinker. I don't think in what ifs, I think of what will happen in the future.
(21:27:00) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: It is what we believe in, Colonel.
(21:27:16) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: blinks, offering her empty plate to him :: NAV: Oh! Thank you. Uh.. maybe some more of that stuff that tastes like bacon? :: she smiles :: And a drink, right?
(21:27:27) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: sees Ilaihr walking nearby and beelines over to him :: ENG: Mind if I walk with you? I'm .. terrible at this kind of thing.
(21:27:32) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes several strides with her much shorter legs and sniffs curiously at the punch bowl ::
(21:28:15) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: utters something into the Kvolir she is speaking with, and nods her head towards the door of the holodeck ::
(21:28:33) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: CO: Remarkable! :: chuckles gregariously :: Call me Athor.
(21:28:57) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: takes the plate with a smile and heads back to the meatstravaganza ::
(21:29:39) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Despite his sentinel's gaze, doesn't notice Alexis at first, before slowly turning his head; face still hidden under his hood.:: CSO: Of course my dear. ::Gestures.::
(21:30:02) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: TAC2: May-may-maybe think positiv-p-p-positivly about this?
(21:30:15) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: ENG2: How about no?
(21:30:17) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: And you may call me Kate. :: making her way to the buffet table, towing him along ::
(21:30:33) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: falls in next to him, following his pace :: ENG: You must have seen many diplomatic functions like this in your time.
(21:32:54) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> :: sounds the word out :: Kaaayte. Got it. You know, that colony of yours is too warm for our tastes, anyway.
(21:33:10) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::comfortably back in uniform after ditching the costume in order to work; grabs up a handful of P
(21:33:22) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: makes a face, turning her head and quietly snorting the air out of her lungs. She hopes she doesn't have to drink whatever is in that punch bowl ::
(21:34:06) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: gets a couple of platefuls of the bacon-like food balanced on one arm as he fills up two cups of the beverage from the punch bowl ::
(21:34:06) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::grabs up a handful of report PADDs to bring to the captain and makes her way to...:: Self: where was it again? Holodeck something orother..
(21:34:06) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: he puts his fists under his chin, and gives a ridiculous grin :: TAC2: If-if not, how about-about-about you accomp-accompany me to th-th-the meat b-b-bar?
(21:34:44) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Nods.:: CSO: A good many. Across the two quadrants.
(21:35:01) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: observes the room, seeming a bit amused ::
(21:35:03) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: exits the holodeck with the other ::
(21:35:17) CSO_Cdr_Wright: ENG: This one seemed like it went... pretty well. Kate is so good at this stuff.
(21:35:18) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: I am not surprised, given this environment for the party. :: still finds herself wishing she was wearing something more substantial :: I am used to a somewhat warmer climate, myself.
(21:35:53) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: :: turns her head briefly with a narrow-eyed glare to fix attention on Razyn.:: ENG2: How about you let me do my random bullshit and you leave me alone? :: leans forwards to glare at him before standing and moving past him. ::
(21:36:12) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: brings the plates and drinks back to Acacia :: MED: Here you are, doctora. I do not know what this drink is, I admit, but it seems popular enough.
(21:36:14) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: They are mild in temperment, as warrior cultures go. But I have been watching them.
(21:36:33) CSO_Cdr_Wright: ENG: Oh? You have concerns?
(21:36:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gets an idea and smiles to herself :: Turgoth: Wait right here! :: dashes off to the Holodeck entrance, where the computer can hear her better away from the music and voices ::
(21:37:01) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> CO: Then it is perfect! We will settle in the northern latitudes, and share this world, which will serve as the trading nexus between our peoples.
(21:37:27) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: Self: One, or two..? Computer: Computer, locate the command staff please.
(21:39:05) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: Their movements, who they engage with and how, what emotions are they showing, which ones are they not, their subconscious gesture and expressions...
(21:39:06) CO_CaptHarper: :: smiles brightly :: Jaire: That seems like a brilliant idea, Athor!
(21:39:49) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: suddenly looks at the guests with a more critical eye :: ENG: I... didn't think to do that. Have you noticed anything?
(21:40:50) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: frowns :: Self: Oh... kay.
(21:40:54) CO_CaptHarper: :: gets some more of that baconish food ::
(21:41:07) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: takes the cup and plate with a grateful nod, taking a sip :: NAV: Ah, thank you.
(21:42:05) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: Hmmm, they seem mostly benign, but they are a race seemingly dictated by doctrine; a warriors code. Such matter are more complex than meets the eye. I have notice how they are grouping themselves; but perhaps I am old and seeing shadows.
(21:43:13) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: takes a sip of the drink, finding it odd that it's sweeter than he expected, closer to a mead ::
(21:43:18) CSO_Cdr_Wright: ENG: You always give me such a different perspective on things, my friend. I don't think these people mean us any harm; perhaps it is just that old habits die hard.
(21:44:31) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: approaches Acacia and Navarro, a very tall woman dressed in warrior's garb, with red hair in elaborate braids :: NAV: You like the dvarr, yes?
(21:44:39) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Computer: Computer, one Kuari Special drink, please.
(21:45:19) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: looks up at the giantess :: Tira: I'm sorry, the what?
(21:45:55) CO_CaptHarper: :: makes her way down the food table, idly chatting with Jaire, the tone much more relaxed now ::
(21:46:15) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: looks up and smiles, lifting her cup in a half-cheers :: Tira: If that's this, then yes.
(21:46:16) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: gestures to their cups :: The dvarr.
(21:46:38) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::computer blerps and says 'The Command staff is currently in Holodeck 1' :: Computer: Thank you.
(21:47:22) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira: Ah, yes! It is very good, thank you.
(21:48:17) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> NAV/MED: Good. Be sure that it does not like you too much! :: laughs loudly ::
(21:49:33) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: laughs politely ::
(21:49:42) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: laughs at the giant's joke, genuinely ::
(21:50:03) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: :: sighs and moves over to get a large cup of the drink, taking a big sip, and coughing hastily as part of the liquid made its way down her windpipe:: Self: Fuck
(21:50:15) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> NAV: We are both warriors. You should dance with me! MED: You do not mind, no?
(21:50:17) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: Too true, my dear.... ::Trails off, puffing on his pipe, losing his train of thought.:: They bare a striking resemblance to the ancient Dinasians...
(21:50:38) CO_CaptHarper: :: ends up at the punch bowl and takes a cup ::
(21:51:00) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: waits as the drink replicates in front of her, snatches it up, and raptor-runs back to Turgoth ::
(21:51:11) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: bows her head :: Tira: Of course not! Please, in the name of our friendship. :: she grins at Navarro, pushing him towards the alien ::
(21:51:42) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::heads off to the holodeck, shuffling the pile of padds into her hands somehow without dropping them on the way::
(21:52:15) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: as he's swept away by the giantess, he looks back at Acacia with a look of mock disbelief ::
(21:53:21) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> NAV: Your people are smaller, but very strong. We are impressed. :: leading him in a festive dance ::
(21:53:42) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: presents the one of the two drinks :: Turgoth: In the name of friendship, I offer you a drink from our cultures. It has chocolate, rum and something called stowt.
(21:53:56) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: looks over :: TAC2: Are y-y-y-you al-alright-alright?
(21:54:23) CO_CaptHarper: :: samples the dvarr, impressed at how well it masks its potency ::
(21:54:26) CSO_Cdr_Wright: ENG: I can't say I've ever heard of them. :: obviously seeking a story ::
(21:55:01) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: is satisfied to see that her shipmates are interacting, but is content to remain where she is to observe ::
(21:55:06) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> CO: Be careful with that stuff. It can sneak up on you, if you are not used to it.
(21:55:54) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: ENG2: Mmh, I'd say...
(21:57:06) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira: Well, among my people, we say that size doesn't matter. :: smiles impishly ::
(21:57:30) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: The Dinasians were among the alliance of races who laid siege to the Empire of Iconia. They have a similar ganglion height and skull structure as some ancient granite statues and iconography.
(21:58:29) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: laughs uproariously, not getting the innuendo, though, since it's lost in translation ::
(21:59:16) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: is enjoying her bacon, has a few sips of liquid courage, and wanders over to T'Lira :: TAC: What do you think of our new friends?
(21:59:58) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: makes mental notes to look up these things later, and shivers :: ENG: I wonder if the Dinasians liked it quite as cold as this? I'm sure you're comfortable, but I'm freezing. :: rubs her arms for warmth ::
(22:00:07) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: masks her slight start at someone appearing near her :: MED: They are... interesting.
(22:00:14) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: I believe you. It is quite good, though.
(22:01:09) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: smiles :: TAC: That's a nice way to say nothing.
(22:01:22) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::wanders into the holodeck and looks around, can't help but notice the aroma of meat that hangs in the air::
(22:01:38) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Turgoth> :: takes the drink with a dubious yet accomodating expression and takes a sip. The look on his face as he takes in the taste is...undecided. Kuari: This is...unusual. Sweet, like a dessert? It's not bad, though.
(22:01:42) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: is led and swung around in the dance as if he is nothing at all, but quickly finds the steps ::
(22:02:28) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: smiles happily, taking a sip of her own drink. While it's in her hand, maybe she won't have to try the punch bowl ::
(22:02:28) TAC_LCdr_TLira: MED: It was not intended to be nothing, as you put it. I find it to be the most apt description at this moment.
(22:03:50) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: I would be comfortable if it were lower. I cannot resist the heat pink skins and most other humanoids live at, like I could when I was younger.
(22:04:16) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: grins, and leaves the vulcan alone, going to put her plate with the.. discard pile? ::
(22:05:10) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: as the song ends, she smiles :: NAV: Thank you for the dance, Dee-ay-go Ree-carrr-do.
(22:06:02) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: And I once crossed the Fire Plains of Vulcan.
(22:06:07) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: is deposited back near his plate and cup :: Tira: And thank you, Lieutenant Tira. It was my pleasure. :: smiles charmingly ::
(22:06:59) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: beams and goes off to find another victim ::
(22:07:16) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks at him in surprise :: ENG: You DID?
(22:10:35) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: During my time with the Vulcan monastery. I was informed to repeat Falor's step in search of truth.
(22:11:44) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: recovers his plate and drink, and munches on some baconish meat, then sees Acacia and makes his way over ::
(22:13:01) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: This was many years before I could see.
(22:13:04) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: finds Kuari and approaches her, quite obviously having never seen anything like her :: XO: Forgive me, but where are you from?
(22:13:43) CSO_Cdr_Wright: ENG: So... you crossed them blind?
(22:13:51) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: smiles and offers Navarro a nod :: NAV: You performed beautifully. Excellent form.
(22:14:33) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::His hand disappears 'neath the shadow of his hood.:: CSO: With my mind's eye.
(22:14:34) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Turgoth: frowns at Tira, clearly having a history with her, and skulks away ::
(22:14:40) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: chuckles :: MED: Thank you. That was... unlike any dance I have ever performed.
(22:14:53) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: scoffs at Turgoth ::
(22:15:30) MED_Ens_Acacia: NAV: It's a good thing they spare the doctors. I can hardly dance.
(22:15:31) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: smiles at Tira, her chocolate drink still in her hand, her answer ready as she's used to this question :: Tira: The Delta Quadrant. There are only a few of my species here, that I know of. Nice to meet you.
(22:16:13) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: offers her hand :: I am Lieutenant Tira, tactical officer.
(22:16:30) CO_CaptHarper: :: as Jaire mingles with a few others, she finds a moment to herself and watches the party ::
(22:17:28) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: :: looks down at her drink, finishing it quickly, and frowning briefly as she coughed, looking for one of the aliens to ask what's in the dvarr... she believed that was its name:: Jaire: Colonel Jaire?
(22:17:37) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes Tira's hand with her shorter, wider fingers, her grin broadening :: Tira: My background is in Tactical, too. I'm currently assigned as Executive Officer.
(22:17:53) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: chuckles and shakes her head, still pacing along with him :: ENG: You are an enigma, my friend.
(22:18:09) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: finishes off his plate and washes it down with a drink of dvarr :: MED: Well, I believe that I have picked up the steps. If you would like to try, I could show you.
(22:18:39) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: flops down in front of the bonfire, and fiddles with his costume ::
(22:19:17) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> TAC2: Yes?
(22:19:32) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::makes her way to an unoccupied table and dumps the pile of padds onto it, then wanders over to the bar:: Self: I suppose those can wait for a bit..
(22:19:52) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> XO: A warrior, then! :: grins ::
(22:20:08) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: :: She held up her cup carefully. :: Jaire: What exactly is in this.. drink, if you mind if I ask
(22:20:26) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: smiles, finishing off her drink and setting the cup down :: NAV: Oh, sure.
(22:21:33) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> TAC2: That is dvarr, young warrior. It is fermented from a sweet... insect excretion. :: the translation lags a bit ::
(22:21:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods, thinking on what Tira would associate with. She then remembers what she's wearing, and looks down at the teeth decorating the length of her three-strap bandolier and points to it :: Tira: Have you heard of the Gorn race? These are Gorn teeth.
(22:22:47) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: discards his own plate and cup, then offers a hand ::
(22:23:10) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: takes his hand, allowing him to lead ::
(22:23:15) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> XO: Yes, the Gorn! They are formidable in battle! You have slain one?
(22:23:52) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: Jaire: Oh... huh.
(22:24:32) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: I learnt much on that endeavour. It certainly taught me to listen and feel the world around me. Taught me mental discipline and how to focus my thoughts and my powers. But it was not easy, and I very nearly perished many times. From old lava tubes collapsing under me, to simply being unable to perceive debris cast into the sky.
(22:24:39) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: It is a bit like a quickstep mixed with a folk dance, if you know either of those styles. :: demonstrates a few steps ::
(22:25:01) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> TAC2: Do you like it?
(22:25:03) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: does her best to copy, but she just lacks rhythm to a hopeless degree ::
(22:25:11) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods readily, standing a bit taller on two legs :: Tira: I have, defending a crewmate. I didn't want to kill him, but he was going to kill my superior officer.
(22:25:33) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: It taught me a humility, that I would never show in public. ::Chuckles.::
(22:26:02) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: impressed :: You did your duty then. I am impressed. Would you like to dance?
(22:26:57) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: I also learnt that Aenar antennae require six months to grow back.
(22:27:06) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: grins :: MED: Not quite, but it is no matter. The secret to dancing is... :: places a hand politely on her waist and leads into the dance proper as he leans in to whisper :: It does not matter as long as you are enjoying the dance.
(22:27:14) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: drops her smile, caught off guard by the change in subject :: ...Sure. :: looks around, needing space ::
(22:27:32) CSO_Cdr_Wright: ENG: Humility? You? And... What happened to your antennae?!
(22:27:47) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: Aerial debris.
(22:28:30) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: smiles at that, flushing slightly. She definitely seems to enjoy herself dancing, even if she steps on Navarro's feet.. a lot. ::
(22:29:04) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: as he leads, he doesn't complain or flinch as he feet are stepped on, simply going to the next step with a smile ::
(22:29:18) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: Jaire: It's... weird. Made me cough a few times. Alcohol doesn't always sit well with me.
(22:29:55) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> XO: I don't know how you dance, but ours are like this. :: demonstrates, not sure how to dance with the strange being yet ::
(22:30:53) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> TAC2: It is strong, yes, but hides it well. It will surprise you. Perhaps take it slow, if you like the taste?
(22:32:09) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches Tira, hopeful that she won't just be pulled into something uncomfortable, and watches Tira. After a few moments, Kuari beings to do her own dance, picking one foot up at a time, swaying from side to side with her hip rotation ::
(22:32:46) CO_CaptHarper: :: happens to overhear the part about the lost antennae and can't help from remembering the old XO, Shelev, who managed to lose his ::
(22:35:23) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: picks up a bit of Kuari's dance and incorporates it into her own :: XO: I like that dance!
(22:35:32) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: It was a good shot from the volcano. Luckily, I'm assuming, the shard of rock the sheared my antennae off was cast from a far, because it managed to not also set fire to my clothing... or my bare skin.
(22:36:40) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: Which I suppose, is at least something for a man of ice in a land of fire.
(22:37:11) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: just stares at him and shakes her head ::
(22:39:02) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: beams toothily at Tira, putting more effort into her dance and trying to hold her drink steady ::
(22:39:56) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: picks up some more moves from the strange being ::
(22:40:08) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: The joys of youth. ::A smile can almost be heard, under his hood.::
(22:40:12) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::ends up by the bar, watching the dancing and conversations; not really hungry right now::
(22:41:11) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: as the song ends, he bows to Acacia :: MED: Thank you for the dance, doctora.
(22:41:53) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: returns the bow, grinning :: NAV: And thank you, Doc.
(22:43:05) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> XO: You are a good dancer! Thank you.
(22:43:56) CO_CaptHarper: ::: notes Tailor's appearance and makes her way over :: CMO: Dr. Tailor?
(22:44:32) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: CO: Good evening, Captain. ::nods to Harper::
(22:44:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: stops dancing dips her head :: Tira: It was a pleasure, thank you.
(22:45:00) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Tira> :: grins and goes looking for a new dance partner, wanting to meet as many of these Starfleet as possible ::
(22:45:14) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: For the record, I am quite fond of your Antarctic Continent. I find the wind chill refreshing. And flightless avian company is... much appreciated
(22:45:31) CO_CaptHarper: :: quietly :: CMO: How are your patients doing?
(22:46:56) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: After that, I must confess that I'm thirsty. Would you care for anything else?
(22:47:20) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches Tira go, the smile drooping on her face. It was nice meeting Tira, not as overbearing as Turgoth, and her impression of the people improves. She looks around suddenly, realizing how off guard she has been since having fun. Deciding it's time she take in the rest of the proceedings, she sips carefully at the rest of her drink, studying the alien party attendees ::
(22:47:56) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: bobs her head, thinking for a moment :: NAV: Hm.. yeah, I could have another drink.
(22:48:34) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: A moment, then. :: heads back to the punch bowl ::
(22:48:35) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: CO: Some of them have only been out of surgery for a few hours. I've just spent half the evening making sure they were stable; That was a tough battle apparently.
(22:48:42) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: has to hold back laughter at the mental image of Ilaihr waddling around with penguins ::
(22:50:11) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: Jaire: Mmh... :: shoots a hand out for stabilziation on the table, cursing.:: Self: Stupid-ass...
(22:50:20) CO_CaptHarper: CMO: Will they all be alright? :: her voice still quiet and concerned ::
(22:50:46) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: And, they were surprisingly altruistic in regards to where the best squid hunting ground are
(22:51:15) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: finds a comfy spot to sit with a decent view of the dwindling action, waiting for Navarro ::
(22:51:31) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire> :: his brow furrows with concern for the young warrior :: TAC2: Are you alright?
(22:52:06) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: CO: They should be, given enough recovery time.
(22:52:16) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: returns with two cups of the dvarr and offers her one ::
(22:52:19) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Plods on normally, as if that wasn't a crazy thing.::
(22:53:17) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: takes the cup from him and takes a sip :: NAV: So.. how long have you been on the Atlantis?
(22:54:15) CO_CaptHarper: :: relief spreads across her face :: CMO: Thank you. I just wanted to let you know— :: trails off and gets quieter ::
(22:54:52) CO_CaptHarper: CMO: I made sure that they knew about the casualties we took. Their ships are mostly automated and they fight with drones, so I wanted them to understand the cost of our diplomatic efforts.
(22:56:03) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: Ohhhh, about fifteen months? Sixteen? I came aboard after the Section 31 Crisis, when Captain Harper took command again. :: Grins :: The helm of a Sovereign Class opened up, so I had to try.
(22:56:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: has to stop walking and breathe deeply to keep from laughing at the mental image of Ilaihr cavorting in the Antarctic Ocean, hunting for squid with the penguins ::
(22:56:25) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::frowns a bit:: CO: They fight with drones, so they don't understand the true cost of warfare. Their fighters hide behind machines, while ours get injured. And we have to pick up the pieces afterwards to heal them. Perhaps they should visit our sickbay.
(22:56:36) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: :: sighs and stands slowly :: Jaire: Yeah... I believe so... CO: P-Permission t-to be d-d-dismissed, C-Captain?
(22:56:42) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: CO: Then they would understand.
(22:57:26) CO_CaptHarper: CMO: They have some idea now. I emphasized the point, and I think it got through.
(22:57:28) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes in the entire crowd, at ease having found everything seemingly in order, and tips back the rest of her drink. It's always nice when the meet a friendly species, and this was one she couldn't have seen coming ::
(22:58:26) CO_CaptHarper: :: hears "captain" and looks around to find Grey asking her :: TAC2: Of course. Are you alright, lieutenant?
(22:59:05) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::gives the captain a nod:: CO: I suppose that's all you can do, really..
(22:59:20) CO_CaptHarper: CMO: I had to make the point.
(22:59:42) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: smiles, gesturing with her cup :: NAV: I hear that. I will say you're a good pilot.
(22:59:47) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CSO: Subsequently, I would like to be buried there one day. Near Amundsen Bay.
(23:00:13) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: CO: Thank you, Captain. ::gives her a small smile::
(23:00:16) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: Thank you. I hear you are a good doctor as well, though I hope to never need to learn that firsthand. :: chuckles ::
(23:00:18) TAC2_2nd_LT_Grey: :: nods slowly. :: CO: Y-Yes ma'am... I think... it's just not... sitting well with me.
(23:00:40) CO_CaptHarper: :: returns the smile then turns back to Grey :: TAC2: Go sleep it off, then.
(23:00:56) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:56) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:57) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM