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:: scrambles ::

Self: Dress socks. Dress uniform. Rank insignia polished...

:: greeting people as they arrive, wearing a lilac floor-length surplice v-neck gown, pleated under the bust, with sheer butterfly sleeves and a thigh slit ::

Self: Shoes shined...

:: in Holodeck 2, because there's no way he can tie a bowtie by himself ::

:: stands near Harper as executive officer representative for the beginning of the affair ::

:: her hair is done into a braided updo, and on her wrist is the bracelet holding pearls Lexy gathering from Lunat Bay and had Emily make into a silver wave-themed bracelet for her ::

:: arrives alongside Doc and Kimiko, wearing a navy-blue and gem-trimmed chiffon floor-length ballgown with a shawl off the back of her shoulders ::

Generic Butler Type Person> :: finishes tie :: There you are, sir. Anything else I may assist you with, sir?

:: moves into the holodeck ::

:: is in complete dress wear, same as Ethan, standing off to the side, watching quietly ::

GBTP: Just a spot-check. Anything out of place? :: holds arms out, turns ::

Self: You're good, you're good...

:: floats across the parquet floor in a dark blue ballgown covered in dazzling stars, her long hair pinned into an updo and fastened with fresh white flowers, carrying a flute of champagne for herself and one for her wife ::

:: also is wearing strappy white heels, along with pearl earrings and an ornate necklace that falls into the v-neck of her gown ::

GBTP> The very picture of refinement, sir.

Self: :: looks at himself in the mirror :: You represent well...

:: enters with Emily and Jester, in a tuxedo, with his bow-tie and cummerbund in a teal that blends the colors of their dresses ::

GBTP: Let's not get carried away. Thanks. Computer, end program. GBTP> :: dissolves ::

::A rapping tapping rings down the corridor, coming in threes, in a distinctive pattern.::

:: licks his finger and pushes down the cowlick ::

:: surveys the room ::

:: Considering her unique shape, she doesn't usually pay too much attention towards a custom outfit for special occasions, nor is she required of it, but for this event she's had made a burgandy-colored dress in her usual "horse-blanket" cut, but instead of tassels it's embroidered with gold edges and inlays of metallic thread that sparkle throughout ::

:: heads out of Holodeck 2, heads for TL ::

Self: I've missed this ship.

:: looks beautifully aloof on Zorro's arm, in a peacock-green gown with a trailing chiffon cape over one shoulder, her hair falling in loose waves ::

:: steps into TL :: TL: Deck Six.

:: smiles and greets Kate and Kuari at the entrance ::

:: moves to the bar ::

:: stares too long in the mirror ::

:: hands a glass to Kate and looks down the corridor as she catches a hint of Ilaihr's approach ::

Self: Go, you stupid dumbass.

:: checks his hair again, moves to the door, checks again ::

:: takes the glass and greets Emily as she arrives, making sure to show off the bracelet ::

:: steps out of TL. heads for Holodeck 1 ::

:: exits his quarters and heads to the turbolift ::

:: enters :: Holodeck One.

:: is surprised, then realizes she shouldn't be. She smiles, pointing :: Doc/Kimiko: I actually made that bracelet!

:: greets Emily with a smile and wide eyes :: Emily: I love your dress!

:: sees Harper ::

:: enters Holodeck 1, scans the room ::

:: admires the bracelet on la capitana's wrist, then looks between Jester and Emily :: It's beautiful!

:: looks at the bracelet with interest ::

:: thinks he sees a fucking ghost :: :: squints in the direction of Adam Drake ::

::Simply apparates before Kate and Kuari; clad in his usual fine robes, wearing an ornate headdress, his cane now a staff overgrown like a long branch, topped with a glowing jewel.::

:: grins and pats her skirt :: Kuari: Thank you! Yours looks great as well.

Group: The three of you make a striking trio!

:: sees Jack, smiles ::

:: bobs her head, returning to Doc's other arm opposite Kimiko :: Wright: You think? Thank you!

:: smiles softly as Ilaihr appears :: Ilaihr, thank you so much for coming. It means a lot!

:: approaches :: Drake? Is that you?

:: nods in agreement :: She's right, we do. :: grins ::

:: actually sees the old Andorian :: Ilaihr! :: glomps him as much as possible with all her petticoats in the way ::

:: smiles :: Commander?

:: exits the turbolift and enters the holodeck ::

::Smiles.:: All: Hello young ones. It is good to see you all again.

:: gasps, covering her mouth :: All: Ilaihr!?

<Amber Sun> ::Also just appears, like climbing out of Ilaihr's shadow.::

:: notes Drake's rank :: Drake: Colonel, now! :: extends hand :: I didn't expect to see you here! How've you been?

:: smiles and nods her thanks to Wright, then watches her glomp Ilaihr with giggling amusement :: Ilaihr: Ilaihr! Good to see you!

:: gasps and breaks from Doc's arm again, this time to give her old bear nurse a big hug in greeting ::

And Amber Sun!

:: laughs with joy and hugs the friendly bear as well ::

:: joins in the bear hugs ::

Leirone: I wouldn't miss a party on a ship that is so near and dear to my heart. How are you, my friend?

:: also hugs as best she can, laying her neck on Amber Sun's back ::

:: can't help but step forwards curiously, unlike the others, dressed firmly in marine dress, grinning at Ilaihr brightly :: Ilaihr: My god!

:: moves into the holodeck, horribly awkward ::

<Amber Sun> ::Chuffs in delight.:: All: It are good to see you all again. Have missed the Skyship Atalantis!

:: smiles :: Drake: I'm alright. Still reeling from a bit of nastiness a couple missions ago, but... :: smirks, shrugs :: We all get through, don't we? What have you been up to, all these years, other than climbing the ranks?

There's not enough time for the story, Commander. :: laughs ::

:: wipes a small tear from her eye, happy to see so many faces again :: Amber Sun: How have you been?

:: sips at her champagne, feeling incredibly buoyed by seeing old friends ::

:: appears from the wall like his wife, coming over to give Ilaihr a man-hug before stepping back to stand next to Grey, tucking an arm around her ::

Leirone: You look good.

:: hope swells in her heart of seeing more old faces tonight, but she just steps back, smiling broadly ::

<Amber Sun> ::Nuzzles Kuari's head.:: Kuari: Have missed. ::Smiles.:: Acacia: Have been learning.

:: smiles, looking into Amber Sun's eyes, then backs up a bit for more bear hugging :: Amber Sun: I can tell, just by your language.

:: grins widely :: Amber Sun: That's good! Learning about what?

:: moves to the bar ::

:: nods in silent, humble thanks :: Drake: As do you, my friend. Where you posted up, these days? Bartender: Sacker Butte Single Malt, neat, please?

Ilaihr: So. Ambassador Ilaihr. How have you been?

Bartender: Same.

:: enters the holodeck with T'Kirr, dressed in a classic black tux, quite happy to be back on board Atlantis ::

::Nods at Jasper.:: Jasper: It is good to see you again, my boy.

Leirone: Tactical command, Daystrom...

:: is so focused on her old friend, doesn't even notice Ian and T'Kirr coming up behind her ::

<Amber Sun> Acacia: Muuuuuuuch. Many things to learn. The Eduda has much to teach us.

Drake: That's quite the gig. Does it treat you well? :: leans on bar, palms some peanuts, pops a couple in his mouth ::

:: finds their way towards Harper and Kuari first, after all, one must speak to the captain first when coming aboard ::

:: is wearing an understated but elegant dark brown dress that matches her hair, looking over at the attendees, and focuses on Harper as Ian leads her to them ::

It is what it is. It's not active service on a starship like this, but I'm doing good work.

:: noticing the Admirals approaching, she smiles and waves ::

:: sees T'Kirr and Blackthorne ::

:: is clearly very happy to hear this :: Amber Sun: Well, learning something new every day is the best way to live. :: she notices the approaching brass, and quietly excuses herself to go grab a drink ::

Drake: Good! That's all we can ask for, ain't it. :: receives his whiskey :: Drake: Cheers, Drake. :: holds out his glass ::

Welcome back aboard, Admirals, and congratulations on your promotions!

:: sips his drink ::

:: looks up at Kate waving and turns, finally noticing Ian and T'Kirr, and growing very nervous and shy tries to fade into the background despite her huge sparking skirts ::

:: raising his own :: Cheers, Jack.

:: chuckles and immediately dispenses with the formalities to give Kate a hug :: Thanks, but this ship will always be a piece of home.

:: sees Ian and T'Kirr, her eyes wide, memories of her early years in Security flooding through her, at how much she admired the executive officers she knew her first time on Atlantis ::

Leirone: Your taste hasn't changed.

::Smiles at Alexis:: Wright: I have been keeping busy. The Sarlbjorn have needed me, to help in navigating the landscape of the Federation. They, have also helped me a great deal. ::The gem on his staff begins to glow, as well a number of spots on his headdress.::

:: orders the bartender's choice, and receives a blue drink with gummy fish floating in it :: Self: Oh, nice...

:: hugs the Admiral and smiles again, then dips her head to T'Kirr ::

Drake: I've always been a firm believer in 'fancy doesn't necessarily equal good, and vice versa'.

I'm so glad you both could make it.

:: is grateful for the distraction of Ilaihr's glowing accoutrements :: Ilaihr: Oooh.

:: approaches with Ian and lets go of his arm as he hugs, bowing her head to Harper and clasping her hand momentarily in lieu of a hug ::

Leirone: Blah blah blah. It's still a good glass of booze.

:: nurses his drink, eyes Colonel Drake and Commander Leirone ::

:: gives a small salute to the admiralty present, staying close to her husband with a small glass of soda instead of alcohol ::

:: picks out one of the gummy fish and eats it, then takes a swig of the drink. She makes an 'okay' face, then turns to go back to being social ::

Wouldn't miss it if I were dead, Kate. Any chance to get back aboard my ship, after all...

:: returns the hand clasp :: My ship. :: smirks ::

:: spots Scott down the bar :: Drake: Oh, hey, I want you to meet the current Adam Drake. :: smirks :: Just kidding. Ammora: Lieutenant Ammora! Drake: This young man assisted me in an Engineering refit of the Meridian, then ran Tac on her in a tough battle. Colonel Adam Drake, Lieutenant Scott Ammora.

:: favors Emily with a small, private snicker :: Acacia: Not into gummy fish?

Wright: There is much we have begun to discover about Trondheim. The planet's unique crystal, stretch across most of the crust, and go much deeper than we first anticipated. The planet acts as a psionic amplifier and resonator. And being surrounded by so many strong and open telepaths, has done much to heal my mind.

:: blinks, not sure what to do, wants to take a drink, places it on the bar ::

Drake: Colonel, it's a pleasure.

:: perks an eyebrow at Harper, then catches Grey's salute in the middle distance and nods back ::

:: shrugs and chuckles ::

:: and nods to the Marine captain that saluted ::

:: smirks, then shrugs :: Kimiko: They're not sweet enough to be as chewy as they are.

<Amber Sun> ::Looks up at Ilaihr, quizzically; before nodding and chasing after Acacia.::

:: sips at his drink and tries one of the gummy fish ::

:: sits on the floor, smiling, eyes brightly regarding the admirals, her tail swishing back in forth, a danger to anyone behind her ::

:: looks down the bar :: Ammora: Lieutenant, it's nice to meet you.

Ian/T'Kirr: So how's Kristen doing?

Ilaihr: I would love to do more research there. Perhaps we can replicate the healing properties somehow.

:: chuckles again :: She's a handful. A dervish, you might say.

:: turns as Amber Sun approaches :: Amber Sun: Hi! I got my drink. So where were we?

Acacia: A texture thing, you're saying. That makes sense.

:: offers Ian a knowing look ::

Ammora: How ya holding up, Lieutenant?

:: returns the look, wondering just how the sitter is being terrorized right this moment ::

:: nods :: Leirone: Life moves forward, sir.

J/E: Eh, not so bad. :: pops another one ::

Drake: One step at a time, right?

Ammora: There's always a way forward, Lieutenant.

J/E: On second thought, it just caught up to me. Enough of those. :: sips at his wine ::

:: smiles :: Ammora: That it does, Mr. Ammora. That it does. Drake: :: quietly :: Remind you of anyone?

:: laughs :: That sounds positively wonderful.

:: goes for another gummy fish and tries not to make a face this time :: D/K: Yeah. Maybe it's the synthahol, too.

:: smirks :: Leirone: Of course.

Zorro: Mm, yes, do try to stay in good form. You've got a lot of dancing to do later.

Ammora: Lieutenant, are you an engineer?

:: nods and shrugs :: Jester: I certainly do.

Drake: Uh, no, sir, security.

::As the Arch materializes into being once more, the door opens to admit a slightly bushed looking middle aged man in a Marine Corps dress uniform, the suit jacket unbuttoned and the tie hanging loose. There's a little more salt in his salt and pepper beard these days, but his step has lost none of its assertiveness. And in one hand, he clutches a mostly empty bottle of Ktarian brandy.::

Drake: Tactical.

:: eyes Leirone with a smiling understanding of the kid's nervousness ::

Wright: Trondheim welcomes all who come, Alexis. ::Smiles genially.:: It is a fascinating place. We have recently discovered what appears to be buried wreckage. The Neme believes it may be the ships of the "Skydaemons". But, we due to recent events, we have been unable to get a full team to excavate the area.

:: looks around those assembled for Alexis ::

:: looks up at the newcomer in surprise, not expecting to see McKnight ::

:: notes McKnight's entry and waves ::

:: returns the look, sips his whiskey ::

:: takes it slow on the drinks with said dancing in mind, enjoying the company of her companions :: D/K: Lots of people I don't recognize, but probably should.

:: nods at Ilaihr, still interested, just distracted ::

<Amber Sun> ::Looks around.:: Acacia: We are on the Skyship Atalantis. ::Grins.:: Under the sea.

Acacia: I don't really know anybody. I just stick to flying.

:: notices McKnight, taps Drake on the arm :: Drake: Look who's here!

:: follows Leirone's gaze, sees McKnight ::

E/J: Lots of brass here tonight. I think the ship may sink.

Harper: Is Commander Wright here? :: finds Wright, but then follows her and several others' gaze to McKnight's entrance ::

:: is attentive to Amber Sun as well. She glances up :: AS: Yes, this is a really beautiful venue. I wonder if it exists somewhere.

Well, I'll be damned...

:: solemnly nods at Zorro ::

:: nudges Doc, as she looks up :: Doc: We did sink.

::Gives a cheeky salute in the direction of the most familiar faces.:: Blackthorne! We still on for the Battle of the Bulge on Sunday?

:: nods to T'Kirr :: Of course, I believe Ambassador Ilaihr has her attention at the moment.

Huh. :: chuckles :: So we did.

:: turns to Ammora :: Ammora: Son, who is your commanding officer?

Doug: Wouldn't miss it! :: laughs ::

Drake: Captain Grey, sir.

Ammora: What do you think of her?

:: smiles and waves to McKnight ::

Drake: She leads well, Colonel.

<Amber Sun> ::Tilts his head.:: Acacia: Believe there must be. Never thought Skyships were real place; only old stories. Here Am. ::Makes a roaring noise, that sounds like a laugh.::

Ammora: Good. That's what she's supposed to do. Do you ever question her?

:: belatedly notices T'Kirr looking at her and wonders if there is a casual way to just die with nobody noticing ::

:: regards McKnight as he approaches, not sure what to make of his less than professional greeting towards Blackthorne, but she's well enough used to it by now and just watches the two interact ::

:: downs the rest of his whiskey and promptly orders another :: :: can't wait to hear this ::

:: excuses herself from the group, walking over to Ammora and the other men, and hearing her name, stays out of their line of sight until she hears Ammora's answer ::

::Taps Alexis' hand gently, throwing her another smile, before heading toward the bar.:: ^Alexis^: Enjoy the party, my dear girl.

Drake: :: ridiculously unsure of how to respond :: Drake: I, uh, it's a... sometimes... no... yes... sir... I don't know what to say.

:: laughs along with Amber Sun :: AS: We've missed you. I'm glad to hear you're getting a good education back home. How have the other Sarlbjorn been?

Ammora: Welcome to being a marine.

Drake: Sir?

:: internally cries out "nooooooo" as her friend and cover melts away toward the bar ::

:: snickers ::

:: finally steps around to put herself in their line of sight, raising an eyebrow at Ammora :: Ammora: What was this I heard?

:: stops talking ::

::Turns to Kate with a grin and rests an affectionate hand on her shoulder:: Kate! Wonderful to see you. And to see you've kept my ship in one piece!

:: looks at Grey, looks at Ammora, looks at Leirone ::

:: sees McKnight approach, her former Tactical commanding officer, her eyes wide. Her smile lessens out of old habits, but she reminds herself that many things have changed over the years and she is no longer an ensign ::

:: just gives up and laughs as she gives Doug a quick hug, and speaks up loud enough for Blackthorne to hear, too :: Our ship.

:: grabs a big ol handful of peanuts and turns to enjoy the show ::

:: nods :: Grey: Captain Grey.

Hm. That works. Our ship.

:: perks a Vulcan eyebrow at Blackthorne in mild surprise ::

<Amber Sun> Acacia: The Neme is as always, out great leader. The Eduda's guidance has given him greeeaaat power. The homeworld is safer, than it was before. ::Chuffs again.:: The Cubs you met, like Snow Leaf are nearly at the time of naming.

:: shrugs at T'Kirr :: Alexi might not agree, but he's not here to protest.

::Approaches the bar.:: ^Alexis^: I will not be far, my dear.

:: looks at Ammora :: Ammora: I'm guessing.

:: nods absently, goes back to his drink ::

:: thinks on that, then nods :: AS: I suppose it has been that long. Wow, time flies, huh?

:: thinks thoughts of abandonment and sulking loudly at Ilaihr from across the room and tries to fade into the wall ::

:: levels his eyes at Grey :: Can I help you, Captain?

:: disappears momentarily from the brassy conversation to appears by her wife's side and link arms with her ::

:: sips his drink slowly ::

<Amber Sun> ::Looks curiously.:: Acacia: Does... time have wings... or Ampulse Engins? ::Pauses.:: Powered by Dillitum? ::Shows off a toothy grin.::

:: steps into the Holodeck and wonders if she is late, but there was no helping that. Taril had had several questions about an assignment and needed the assistance. And if there was any internal debate about what would be considered appropriate attire, well... perhaps it was solved with a simple blue floor-length dress with long sleeves and a high collar. If there had been a question. If ::

:: finds some stuffed olives and they make the gummy fish taste go away ::

:: her shoulders fall in defeat as she realizes she is busted when Kate materializes next to her ::

:: chuckles :: AS: It's an Earth expression, it means time is moving quickly. Maybe not dilithium-engine-fast, but... :: she shrugs ::

:: glides over to the buffet to see if anything looks good enough to eat in public ::

:: whispers to Lexy as they make it back to the group :: You are doing wonderfully!

:: downs his drink and orders another ::

McKnight: It is agreeable to see you again, General. You have done well for yourself. :: bows her head slowly ::

Ammora: Keep on keeping on.

:: gestures with an olive on a stick to Jester :: These are pretty good.

::Takes a seat, his milky white eyes scanning the bar, smirking slyly, as he simply brings a glass and bottle of something to his hand; before pouring it manually. He chuckles mischievously.::

Leirone: Good to see you, Jack.

Drake: Likewise, my friend.

Kate: So, uh, I heard there's a Science emergency I need to go take care of and I can't possibly face...I mean, meet with Admiral T'Kirr.

:: tries an olive on a stick and finds that they are, indeed, quite good ::

:: stops a passing holo-waiter and asks him to bring some more olives and 'some finger sandwiches or something' ::

:: nods to Drake in return, taking a sip of her soda :: Drake: Technically Jasper, though I kept Grey for the ease in command. I always make it a point to check in with my crewmates throughout parties. I'll let you be, though. :: glances to Ammora :: Ammora: Relax, you got this. :: nods and leaves them to talk ::

Lexy: Those pesky science emergencies! :: grins as they make it back to the group ::

::Mimics the gesture. Wow, how many years did he spend seeing this woman, all these people, daily?:: Admiral. I think it's safe to say none of us have anything to be embarassed about, aspirationally speaking.

ACTION> The holo-waiter's programming briefly considers whether or not sushi is a finger sandwich or something.

:: eyes Drake, then Ammora :: Drake/Ammora: That went better than I thought it would.

:: cries on the inside as she is led back to the group ::

:: notes that T'Lira has arrived and pauses to greet her with a smile :: T'Lira! Glad you could make it! How is Taril?

:: perks an eyebrow at McKnight, the slight upturn of one corner of her mouth indicating her amused agreement ::

:: is more than happy to be distracted by talking to T'Lira ::

Leirone: She's a marine, Commander.

:: receives pinwheel sandwiches from the waiter, and daintily munches on one ::

T'Kirr: Even so, I have to admit, there are days I can't quite shake the restlessness, not being out among the stars.

:: watches Grey move away :: Self, internally: What the hell just happened?

T'Kirr: Not too many, mind you. I'm an Earther, through and through. Still...those were some years.

:: did not expect to be acknowledged quite this soon, but dips her chin slightly in greeting :: He is well, Commodore. I trust I am not overly tardy?

Drake: Indeed. :: smirks ::

:: returns to the rest of the officers, retaking her position against Ethan with a quiet sigh ::

T'Lira: Of course not! Just in time to join in the fun, under the sea! :: gestures to the dome above ::

::Stares down a the almost alive looking bottle of green drink.:: Self: Ahhhh, they still have bottle laying around.:: ::Sips his gross Breen beverage.::

:: turns her eyes off to the side of McKnight in wistful thought :: McKnight: I know what you mean.

:: flicks her gaze upwards :: Harper: It is... certainly unique. :: believes that it goes without saying that for someone whose species originated on a desert world, this is quite... odd. ::

:: smiles at the Vulcan CAG :: Atlantis. :: sage nods ::

Leirone: Excuse me...

:: moves over to T'Kirr and McKnight ::

:: blinks in response, not entirely certain of the meaning ::

T'Lira: Atlantis is a legendary sunken city on Earth.

T'Kirr & McKnight: Well, this is a blast from the past

:: notes Drake's arrival and her back stiffens surreptitiously :: Drake: Colonel Drake. It has been a long time.

Wright: Ah... I see. It is indeed a fitting locale, then.

:: can't help but think of Emari, seeing all these marines reuniting ::

:: silently toasts her memory before downing his third drink ::

T'Kirr, McKnight: :: nods :: Admiral, General. A long time.

T'Lira: I hear Taril's been spending a lot of time in the labs. :: smiles innocently, in no way trying to prolong this harmless conversation ::

::Simply grins and holds up the bottle he came in with to Drake for closer inspection.:: You know, I heard a rumor you might show up. Recognize it?

:: finds some sushi, spicy tuna rolls to be precise, and grabs a few with wasabi ::

:: finishes her finger food and her drink, handing the empty plate and glass to a passing waiter :: K/D: You were right about the olives. Good stuff.

:: neatly plucks her near-empty glass and walks over to the bar to get her a refill wordlessly, returning to the rest::

:: smiles :: It's been a long time, General, forgive my forgetting.

:: looks at the sushi dubiously :: Zorro: It doesn't look as fresh as I like it.

Wright: He has been, yes. I believe he has taken an interest in botany recently, though he has always been intrigued by the physical sciences. I believe he is currently attempting to discern which pathway in Starfleet Sciences would suit him.

:: is somewhat relieved McKnight has drawn Drake's attention and introspects at the feeling ::

:: all this talk of timelines, can't help but wonder about those timelines where things had worked out with Emari. Wonders what quintillion intricate factors of wind and force would contribute to such a reality. ::

:: holds up the plate of sushi to show Emily, then turns to Jester :: It's replicated, it can't get any fresher without being real.

Acacia: You can trust a Spaniard to have a good eye for olives, I suppose. :: is basing this on nothing ::

<Amber Sun> ::Props up on the bar, sniffing about. His quills twitching, as his fur shifts colour into a spectrum of happy colours.:: Aloud: Saaaaaaamagisssss! ::Can't help himself and attacks a whole platter.::

Oh yes, that's true. :: nods, basing this on nothing ::

Ammora: You got anyone special, Ammora? Someone your heart calls home?

Drake: Oh? You gave it to me. A long time ago, as you say. If memory serves, we cracked it open over an argument about baseball.

:: chuckles, then notes Kimiko's reservation. She follows the Japanese person's nose and regards the sushi with caution :: Doc: I think I'm good as well..

Leirone: :: blinks :: Sir? I'm sorry?

:: shrugs and digs in to the sushi anyway ::

Ammora: Someone special. A sweetheart. You know. Partner, spouse, what-have-you.

Both: I'm sure it's... fine... safe to eat. My standards are high.

McKnight: Your memory is better than mine. I'm guessing, at the time, you were probably wrong and I was right. :: laughs ::

:: shrugs and has a piece of sushi as well. She thinks on it, swallows, then replies :: K/D: Yeah, it's good but it's not the same as the real deal.

T'Lira: That's great to hear, that he's taking such an interest in the sciences.

Leirone: Yes, sir... :: doesn't know what to say ::

Both: There is a great sushi place near the Academy. We should go there sometime.

<Amber Sun> ::Throws a number of the sandwiches up in the air, leaping around, catching them in his mouth; before rolling over onto his back all satisfied with himself..::

Leirone: :: just let's it go :: Weston, his name is Weston.

:: perks as he finishes riding a wave of wasabi through his head :: J/E: Definitely!

Harper: I am... pleased, as well. He has a keen mind for the sciences, I believe he will be an excellent scientist one day.

:: smiles :: K/D: Sounds great! Next time we're on Earth, then.

Drake: My God, your memory IS spotty. Fortunately, our senses are a powerful trigger to such things. And as it happens, I've made a point of opening it again only for special occasions, and I've never been quite able to find a good one to finish the damn thing.

Ammora: I used to have one too. Emari. She died on the Meridian, alongside everyone else. She died while we weren't on speaking terms. In the wake of the heartbreak. You didn't ask for my advice, but the whiskey's going to make me give it anyway. Don't let that happen. Whatever you do.

Kate/T'Lira: It's hard not to be enthusiastic about plants when you have Rike as a teacher.

:: stares :: Oh my God...

Whaddya say, full circle? We've got enough to share, T'Kirr, on the off chance your taste has evolved since the last time I started passing it around.

T'Lira: I am certain of it! :: then nods in agreement with Lexy :: True, true!

McKnight: You can't be serious that you remember our conversation about the 2004 World Series.

Wright/Harper: He quite enjoys his time in the labs, I will say. I do not believe I have seen him quite that excitable in some time.

::Chuckles to himself, as he watches over everyone again.:: Self: I have missed them.

::Meets his gaze unflinchingfly.:: Oh, I don't forget anything, Colonel.

:: takes a long moment to admire the simulated sea life above, then pats her knees :: D/K: Well, shall we dance?

:: washes down his last sushi with a swig of wine :: I thought you'd never ask!

Both: Let's find our way to the holoimager before we get too mussed up. We look good tonight.

:: nods, smiles, laughs :: McKnight: It's amazing what we remember sharing conversations over a pint.

:: points to Jester :: Now that's a damn good point. We're beautiful.

:: smiles, genuinely heartened to hear of such interest in sciences from the young ::

:: beams at that :: D/K: Oh, yes! The picture booth is over there. :: she points at one of the walls where the holoimager is set up near the door ::

:: relaxes, watching the groups interact with a sigh, wanting to talk, but relaxing as she just listens to the old marines talk ::

:: shakes her head briefly to indicate she has no interest in partaking ::

:: pleased at having a young scientist aboard the ship, but knows that Rike is a far better teacher than she would ever be ::

Leirone: I will remember that, Commander.

T'Lira: Well, please, enjoy everything that is available tonight. It's not often your ship turns 25.

McKnight: Or liquor. :: raises his glass ::

:: leans over to T'Kirr and whispers :: Is Kate using contractions?

::Moves to the bar and signals for two tumblers.:: Of course you realize, I'm going to have to gift the next bottle. You still a Lessican Rum man?

:: has a moment of slight panic as she realizes that the conversation is coming to a close, and doesn't notice the contraction ::

:: walks with them over the holoimager ::

Harper: It is certainly an occasion to be remembered. :: looks around at the crowd of faces, some she knows and some she doesn't, but all presumably present to celebrate the ostentatious occasion ::

McKnight: I found a woman who made me a scotch fan, actually.

:: turns her head at Blackthorne's whisper :: Ian: I'm afraid I've been...distracted and did not witness.

T'Kirr: Keep an ear open, I swear she did.

:: receives third drink :: Ammora: Good, kid. Good. :: half cheerses, saunters off in Harper's direction ::

:: tracks her eyes towards Harper in curiosity ::

:: casually smooths her hair into place as they get into position ::

:: pats her dress down, and makes sure her curls are falling the right way in their loose half-up style. She poses on one of Doc's arms with a smile ::

:: opens his mouth to say something, stops as Leirone walks away ::

::Chuckles:: If you tell anyone this, I may have you drawn and quartered, because what I'm about to say may as well be treason to my family name...but I actually prefer bourbon.

:: stands at the bar by himself ::

:: poses on Zorro's other arm with a faint upturn of the lips ::

:: produces a small mirror from his jacket and makes sure everything's perfect, then poses with a charming smile between Jester and Emily ::

:: appoaches Harper & co. :: Harper: Commodore. Quite the shindig.

:: laughs :: McKnight: Okay, I won't say anything if you promote me.

Mr. Leirone, glad to see you here! Our newest and oldest crew member.

:: keeps near Harper, greeting Jack as well ::

::Makes a show of considering it.:: Hmm, that could be a problem. Us Generals tend not to get out too much. I was actually late to this party on account of a meeting that ran long. And, well...

:: smiles, cheerses :: Harper: Wanted to thank you again for everything you and your crew did to help the Meridian—up to and including giving me a temporary home on the Atlantis.

::Sips his Breen Lifebringer, wondering if there is anyone else on board who had even looked at it, since he had left. Levitates the glass above his open palm, twirling it around, taking the time of Trondheim to flex his powers unassisted ::

:: looks over the images captured with her companions, and selects which ones to save to their personal libraries ::

:: reluctantly allows herself to be led over to the brass, trying to hold herself with confidence she does not feel ::

You know, 18 years ago I thought a Marine as chief engineer was odd. But the Corps has more need of good, qualified engineers than ever these days.

Jack: Of course! And thank you for everything you did in helping us through that awful mess. Ever consider making your temporary home here permanent? :: offers a hopeful look ::

Both: Now just the two of you, then Zorro and I, then Emily and I.

McKnight: Can I ask you a question, General?

Good idea.

:: has paused to talk to Jack with Lexy right next to her mentor, T'Kirr ::

:: smiles :: Of course: :: she steps out of the shot first ::

Drake: ::Grins:: Clearly, you can.

:: thinks about going to the bar for a drink, but considers the crowd there for a moment. She notices Harper approach, and turns her attention readily to Wright ::

:: was planning to step out first, but shrugs at Zorro :: Zorro: Shall we adopt a tango pose?

:: sips his whiskey, reminding himself to take it slow since it's his third so far :: Harper: I honestly haven't known what to consider, the past couple months. I spent a lot of my life planning three steps ahead, so when everything came to an end, I don't think my heart quite knew where to go. :: thinks a moment :: I'm considering it now. :: smiles ::

McKnight: You ever have one of those moments where someone tells you something and you just can't help but remember it? And I'm not talking the World Series of 2004. :: gfins ::

:: takes over for the holographic holoimage-capturer to take the picture without her in it, lining up the shot as they decide on a pose ::

:: smirks :: Computer, one long-stemmed rose, no thorns.

Jack: Well, you're more than welcome here. Atlantis would certainly be better for it to start her next 25 years!

:: can feel T'Kirr looking at her and blushes, but fixes her eyes on the others ::

:: makes his way to the bar, having felt a sense of T'Kirr's wish for a drink over their bond ::

:: takes several images as Doc and Kimiko are finding their pose, capturing both the planned image and the moment as well ::

:: moves over next to Grey ::

:: wraps an arm around Zorro's back and takes his hand with the other :: Zorro: Now dip me.

:: snaps his fingers as he walks away, hearing the contraction ::

::Watches on, soaking in all the conversations in the room, listening but trying not to pry, before noticing the Admiral approach the bar.:: Blackthorne: Greetings Admiral.

:: dips her, with the rose still in his mouth ::

:: noticed something off about Kate's speech, but can't quite figure out what ::

:: is dipped, and looks at the holoimager while the moment is captured ::

Ilaihr, it's good to see again! How are things?

:: takes the final picture, then gives the thumbs-up :: D/K: Got it!

:: glances up at Ammora with a slight smile, Ethan offering a hand to Ammora in greeting :: Scott: Yes?

:: smiles, looks down, then back up :: Harper: I think, in this case, I can let the three-steps-ahead planning go by the wayside. I accept, Commodore. Thank you.

:: notices Wright's aversion of her eyes, knowing the human knows she is looking at her :: Wright: Commander Wright, is good to see you. From the reports I have read, you have contributed very satisfactorily aboard Atlantis. Such achievements are to be recognized.

:: stands back on her own two feet and smiles softly at Zorro, then steps out to change places with Emily ::

::Thinks it over as he empties the bottle between the glasses, amounting to a double each.:: 45 years ago. Valerie Sanders told me flammable and inflammable meant the same thing. Full of it, I thought. Dumbest thing I ever heard. Lo and behold...

:: takes Ethan's hand, gives it a shake :: Grey: Ma'am. I wanted to say hello in a better way than at the bar.

::Nods to the floating glass above his hand.:: Blackthorne: Very well. I have not felt this attuned since I was a far younger man. ::Chuckles.::

:: oh god she's talking to me aaaaaah what do I doooooo ::

:: his eyes linger a moment on Jester's as she leaves ::

:: claps her hands together, beaming :: Jack: Wonderful!

:: chuckles along with him :: You've a few years on me, but I think I get your meaning.

:: takes her place beside Doc, taking his hands in the same way and letting him pick a pose ::

:: offers Emily the rose for this one ::

:: turns to T'Kirr :: T'Kirr: T-Thank you, Admiral. Congratumotions on your Prolation.

McKnight: Interesting analogy, Doug.

:: grins and holds the rose, lifting it and pretending to sniff it as a pose ::

Scott: It's alright. :: waves off his embarrassment, sipping at her drink slowly ::

Drake: Heh, got something a bit more profound on your mind?

:: leans in :: Grey: Captain, I'd like to support our department. Ma'am.

:: wraps an arm around Emily and pulls her close for the picture, eyes on hers ::

Blackthorne: I have a few years on most people, Admiral. ::Chuckles.:: I believe I may have a few more in me, now.

:: meets Doc's eyes and smiles, then looks to the camera for the thumbs-up ::

:: grows redder :: T'Kirr: I mean, Promotulations.

Ilaihr: That's great news. It seems that you've been rejuvenated by Trondheim and the Sarlbjorn.

:: turns a bright crimson and just closes her mouth ::

McKnight: I think some of our people tend to focus their strengths in the wrong places.

Scott: Oh? :: glances at Ammora with a raised eyebrow, Ethan also keeping an arm close around her :: Scott: Very well... go ahead. I trust you.

:: blinks ::

Blackthorne: I have. The work is gratifying, and they have wonderful... joyous minds. Unhindered by malice, and the material concerns of most other races. They are a simple people, with a complex society.

::Glances over at Wright.:: This woman once hacked a squadron of drone fighters. While they were shooting at us.

Harper: I have to say, it's pretty wild that the former CO of the Atlantis is leading Starfleet now. Didn't see that coming.

:: pauses a moment, interpreting Wright's jumbled words, and succeeds at understanding what she meant to say due to context. Her struggle with speech confuses T'Kirr at first, but her years of experience suggest a reason as to why :: Wright: Thank you. It has been...quite a journey. I have learned an untold number of things in my years of service, just as you have. :: speaks very quietly, anticipating only Wright can hear :: Your experience also suggests that you...what do they say, "don't give yourself enough credit"...and that you would do yourself well to recognize this.

:: slides out of the scene and mans the camera for the ladies ::

<Amber Sun> ::His tongue lulls out of his mouth.:: Aloud: Belly huuuurt. Ate pointy sticks.

Drake: How so?

Leirone: Well, this ship does tend to be where the action is. :: has to turn away from Leirone for a moment to agree :: T'Kirr: Well said, Admiral! :: looks from T'Kirr to Wright, smiling ::

:: steps into the imager with Emily, momentarily shy and wondering what she was thinking when she proposed this ::

:: just nods in agreement, not knowing why she's so intimidated by this woman ::

McKnight: A one-liner for Leirone, you remember him, he mentioned that a security officer helped him. A security officer, aiding the Chief Engineer...

Amber Sun: Who sometimes need to chew their food!

:: notices her apprehension and hooks her arm through Kimiko's, smiling wide and simply posing beside her ::

:: nods at Grey and Ethan :: Uh, thank you, ma'am. Sir. :: moves away back to the bar ::

:: nods in satisfaction, glad to see it :: Ilaihr: Fantastic, Ambassador, that's simply fantastic.

:: takes the picture and several before and after, like those before him did ::

:: looks down at Emily's arm and wordlessly withdraws her own, sliding it around Emily's waist instead :: Acacia: I think we have earned this intimacy, yes?

:: glances at Grey as he moves away ::

:: contemplates a moment on the best thing to do. She raises a hand and tentatively places it on Wright's shoulder, an unusual and uncomfortable thing for her to do :: Wright: I am...proud of you. Be well, and I welcome a comm any time you wish. :: takes her hand back and begins to move away, slowly ::

Harper: And what about you, Commodore? If you don't mind me asking.

:: blinks, flushing ever so slightly, her smile fading with the surprise but returning just as quickly :: Kimiko: Indeed. :: she wraps her arm around Kimiko's waist in return ::

Hm? :: Turns back to Leirone ::

:: orders another drink ::

:: takes that picture too, with a soft smile for them both ::

:: glances again over at Grey ::

:: hesitates, then softly calls after T'Kirr :: T'Kirr: I... want to make you proud. I hope that my thesis will make you proud.

Ilaihr: If you'll excuse me a moment, I have a toast to make. :: gets the drinks that he came for ::

::Nods.:: Blackthorne: Of course Admiral.

:: turns to look at Emily and gives her one of those rare smiles ::

:: captures that, too ::

Harper: Perhaps I'm one too many grapes down this particular vine, but there have been whispers that you might be moving on somewhere else. Forgive any overstepping of bounds.

:: returns the smile, and feels like they have a moment. She blinks herself back to reality and blushes :: D/K: Uhh, great. I think we got it.

Drake: Leirone...wow, hadn't thought about him in a long time. Does he still like to do those parking garage sword fights in his off hours?

:: deflects a bit :: Leirone: Well, unless you hear it from me, they're just rumors.

:: turns back, her Vulcan hearing picking up her speech easily :: Wright: Send it to me. I will give my thougtful analysis.

:: smiles :: Harper: That's what I figured.

McKnight: :: chuckles :: I haven't seen him in a while, I have no clue.

:: sends the photo album to each of them :: These are just beautiful.

:: hands T'Kirr a glass of Altair water as he raises his glass of scotch and speaks up, easily heard above the din ::

A moment, if I may, to say a word or two about this occasion.

:: looks to the Admiral ::

:: blinks at T'Kirrs words and whispers between clenched teeth :: Self: That's exactly what I'm worried about...

:: receives the glass, distracted of her inner thoughts by decorum and awaits Blackthorne's address ::

:: looks up from the photos as there seems to be a speech brewing ::

:: can't help but snicker at Ammora's confusion, but turning attention to Blackthorne, same as his wife ::

:: looks up as some guy starts talking really loud ::

Enterprise. Voyager. Excelsior. These are legendary names, and with all that this ship and her crews have done in the past quarter-century, I believe that Atlantis belongs among them. Happy 25th, Atlantis, and here's to so many more!

:: turns to Blackthorne ::

:: can't help but smile at Blackthorne's speech and raises her glass ::

:: smiles humbly ::

:: raises her glass in a toast ::

:: raises her class and says loudly :: To Atlantis!

:: doesn't have a glass but cheers :: Here here!

:: raises glass :: To Atlantis.

:: nods, raising his glass :: Atlantis!

:: finds the chocolate drink she ordered on the bar in a flurry and raises it in happy tradition ::

:: raises his glass, smiling, but not saying anything ::

¡Viva Atlantis!

:: raises her glass in a cheer alongside everyone else, beaming brightly ::

:: smoothly grabs a class from a passing waiter and raises it ::

::What's an inside voice?:: Atlantis! Just gets better with age!

::Speaking of which, downs his brandy.::

:: continues speaking once the cheers die down :: I have always said that this crew is family, and with so many alumni here, it is even more so, like a family reunion. To the crews of Atlantis, past, present, and future!

:: cheers, raising her glass once again and looking for her friends, especially Kuari, Ilaihr, Emily, and Zorro ::

Well said! :: raises his glass again ::

:: cheerses again ::

:: gives an affectionate smile to Emily and Zorro ::

:: smiles and nods to Kate as he downs the scotch ::

:: catches Wright's glance and smiles at her, then again with Kimiko and Doc ::

:: raises her glass in tradition, meeting Wright's eyes, and others, then drinks ::

:: waits for Ian's cue, then sips her water as he downs his scotch ::

:: takes a cautionary small sip of the third whiskey, then thinks, Fuck it, and downs it ::

:: smiles contentedly as she surveys the room, seeing so many warm, happy faces ::

:: pounds another drink, shakes his head, smirking to himself ::

<Amber Sun> ::Rubs his stomach. Not really sure what the Enterprize, Voyahjer or Exxcelseeor are, and doesn't have a drink to raise like all the others.::

:: pauses her pan of the room to share a smile with Kuari, then Emily, before returning to Lexy's arm ::

:: also catches the glance from Kate, happy to have so many good vibes in the room ::

:: finds another whiskey and then McKnight :: Doug: Feel up to a barbecue at our place next Sunday?

::Just quietly smiles, as he does; watching the festivities.::

:: sees Blackthorne approach :: Blackthorne: Admiral, nice to see you! :: offers his hand ::

:: catches Harper's look, and follows her ::

Why, that's Adam Drake, I'll be damned. :: shakes his hand :: How the hell are you?

So, about those dances...

Blackthorne: Doing the best work I can, sir, and yourself?

:: looking for something to do, takes Kate's empty glass along with her own and excuses herself to the bar :: Ilaihr: I very glad you are here tonight, even though you abandoned me.

::Grins as a Guiness arrives to replace his spirits.:: He's not kidding. Angling for a promotion and everything.

:: makes sure the pictures have downloaded to her personal files and grins :: D/K: How about 'em?

Both: You two take the first dance. I'll take the next one.

:: chuckles :: Well, some things never change!

And sure. Just try not to get us immolated in our Sherman THIS Sunday. I'd hate to ruin a barbecue with the association.

Kuari: I think that this is the best party we've ever had.

:: gives Kimiko's hand a squeeze as they part, and she's whisked away by Doc to the dancefloor ::

Doug: Hey, look man, those things are not easy to drive! You keep that gun firing!

:: smiles at Harper :: I agree!

Wright: There were other's who wished to speak with you, my dear. I simply gave you the push, to enjoy their company. ::Takes her hand gently.:: But I have missed you as well, Alexis.

:: sits to watch them, looking pleased ::

:: does indeed whisk Emily to the dance floor, holding her close as they move together to the music ::

:: forgetting her rank, ducks her head behind Kate's knees and and pushes gently, until she's prompted to land on Kuari's shoulders with knees hooked over her wings ::

:: grins stupidly as she's now sitting on Kuari's back ::

Wright: And, depsite my improvement in health... I am still an old man, who must sit down. ::Chuckles.::

:: smiles and squeezes his hand gently :: Ilaihr: I know you're busy doing fancy ambassador things, and I support that, but I hope it's okay if we keep in touch. Kate and I just bought a house on Risa. We'd love for you to come visit, once we're able to live there.

:: looks around and trots over to Alexis and Ilaihr ::

Hey look, I got a ride!

:: looks over at Kate's voice and takes in the scene with wide eyes, then laughter ::

:: stops next to Wright, dropping a wing and pressing into her hip expectantly ::

:: laughs a the playful display ::

:: can't help but also laugh at Harper and Kuari, unable to keep her smile hidden ::

:: is reminded briefly of finally getting to fly on Kuari's back after their year stranded in the past, on that last fateful day there, but she pushes the memory away to stay in this happy moment ::

::Smiles at the pair.:: Harper: I too have a mount. Although... ::Looks to the floor.::

:: grins as well, unable to keep quiet at the amusing sight ::

<Amber Sun> ::Bounces to his feet.:: Ilaihr: Need more Sammagis.

:: gazes at Ilaihr ::

:: squeezes Ilaihr's hand once again before following Kuari's instructions :: Ilaihr: Think about it, okay?

Wright: Of course. And, Trondheim is always open to you, as well, my dear. ::Smiles.::

Ilaihr: Oh, I am definitely taking you up on that. :: grins at him ::

:: dances several songs with Doc, but eventually starts to get tired. When she feels like she's worked up a sweat, she taps out and lets Kimiko jump in ::

:: a waiter appears with a tray by his side, he sets his empty glass on the tray :: Waiter: Thanks.

:: leads Emily back to Kimiko and changes partners for the next dance ::

:: hands Zorro a cool drink and gives him a moment to refresh himself before dragging him back out onto the floor ::

:: gratefully takes a few long pulls on the drink before returning to the dance ::

You want another one, Shakespeare, or is three your limit?

::Looks around at the crew, smiling at all present.:: Kuari: You watch over them, My Lady.

::Grins over at Kuari and Harper:: Well, don't I feel like a dunce? We've had think tanks squabbling for months over design proposals for an infantry fighting vehicle. I should have thought to just give you a call.

Ilaihr: She's good at that.

:: does a double-take at the 'waiter' :: Lacuna: Jesus Christ. The hell're you doing here? You want another entire security force jamming their type-3s in your mouth?

:: takes a drink from one of the waiters, sipping it and watching the dancefloor ::

Doug: It wins on style, too.

:: bunches up her heavy eye ridges at Ilaihr dutifully and nods, willing to embrace the job ::

Jack: Relax. Salladay's got me covered. Anyway, I hear you're homeless. Wanted to see if you wanted in on our new venture.

:: glides across the dance floor with Zorro, their moves sultry and sensual ::

Lacuna: I actually just accepted a job, Luke. Thanks, but no thanks.

:: settles herself more firmly on Kuari's back ::

Jack: You really all the way out, Shakes?

:: leans back into Lexy a little bit ::

:: is managing this somehow with all these petticoats and skirts ::

:: has to grin a little when the next dance actually is a tango ::

:: walks away, Kate and Alexis on her back, careful to not trot too bouncily ::

Zorro: They're playing our song. :: grins up at him ::

Harper: Oh, it's just as well. I'd never have gotten them to give up the cup holders.

:: chuckles :: Lacuna: Luke, who's ever all the way out? Also, have you heard of a communicator? They're pretty handy, these days.

:: catches the CO, XO and CSO in a strange situation, raising an eyebrow ::

Jack: If I played it safe, how the hell would I ever have any fun?

Jester: So they are. :: throws himself into this dance, even more than usual ::

:: spots the shenanegins and laughs heartily ::

:: grinning stupidly again as she gets a dragonride ::

:: parades around ::

Lacuna: Touché. You better scram before these guys figure out you're not a hologram.

:: loses herself to the rhythm and follows her lover's lead ::

Jack: Just don't be a stranger.

Lacuna: Well, I can't help that.

:: watches the hijinks, shaking his head and grinning ::

:: her skirts are dragging behind them on the floor, and she is laughing uproariously ::

:: goes to leave, stops :: Jack: Is there a dragon and a bear at this party?

Lacuna: Yeah.

:: steps to Ian's side :: Blackthorne: The executives of Atlantis.

Jack: Just checking. See ya around. :: fades into the crowd ::

Yeah.... Yeah. T'Kirr: Yeah. How about that?

:: orders two waters for when Doc and Kimiko finish dancing ::

:: steals the show with their well-practiced tango - they own the floor ::

:: They finish and actually get applause, then return to Emily, grateful to find those waters ::

:: is part of the applause ::

:: panting lightly - surely just because of the exertion ::

:: watches the tango, impressed ::

::Claps with the rest, but has to wonder.:: We used to mostly just sit around drinking rounds with Zinthys. My god, were we the stodgy Old Guard?

:: quietly :: Self: I love this ship.

:: smiles contentedly to herself as she is chauffeured around the party by Kuari, feeling absolutely surrounded by the wonderful vibe of this ship and her crews, past and present, coming together once again to celebrate the bond that they all share — Atlantis ::

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