[20:59] ***** Sim Start ***** [20:59] whats this obsession with mess halls?:) [20:59] << OK but I'm not playing Neelix this time >> [21:00] ((whever would you suggest, m'lord? 8:P)) [21:00] ::sighs heavily, regretting that the small replicator in his room has malfunctioned:: [21:00] I can be Neelix tonight... [21:00] ::enters with Tollory::look...I'm just sayin' that I'm sorry for that whole mess in engineering today [21:00] * Mouse sits at a table, a cold dinner ignored and working furiously over some padd [21:01] I'll be working with my recipies. [21:01] ::Seeing no alternative, Lan releuctantly moves towards the ships Galley. [21:01] :: shakes his head at Wallace :: Why do I get the impression that we'll be having this conversation again sometime soon? [21:01] ::looks up as Lan enters, gets a bit flustered, and looks back down at her work. Verbs verbs verbs verbs verbs, augh! [21:02] ::Enters, and tries to find something vaguely edible [21:02] :: removes his pips and puts them in his pocket :: [21:02] look, dryden - can I call you Dryden? - this whole thing, it's really all I have left [21:02] ...you've got to trust me more often [21:02] << will be leaving now :) >> [21:02] ::settles for a simple platter of bread, cheese, a few apples, and a moderate cup of wine. [21:02] uhm, hullo, m'lord... ::blinks at Lan, suprised to see him after duty:: [21:03] *** Phoen|x (~phoenix52@yckam037032.netvigator.com) has left #lol-coronado [21:03] Hmm let's see ... first time I meet you, you punch me ... then the arboretum thing ... then ... :: stops and looks at Wallace's expression :: [21:03] Greeting Mouse; I see thy dost continue thy studies whenever possible; I commend thee for thy dedication. [21:03] :: sighs, rubs his eyes :: Sorry. I'm not my usual self. [21:03] ::looks up at Lan, leaving her adopted kitchen:: [21:03] ::sees Mouse and the others::c'mon, let's have a drink [21:03] :: nods at Wallace : [21:04] ::blushes:: thank-uhm, thank you. All these irregular verbs.. we don't have anything like that in corellian:: [21:04] ::approaches the table::Commnader, Mouse - mind if we have a seat? [21:04] ::walks out of the kitchen area and looks at Lan and Mouse, walking over:: [21:04] ::lacking space, tosses his training powersword on the empty table next to him [21:04] *** Rhombus (rhombus@client-209-158-222-144.bellatlantic.net) has joined #lol-coronado [21:04] :: flinches as the sword lands in front of him :: [21:04] uhm, sure... ::clears out her padds and pushes her ignored plate aside:: [21:04] Thou art welcome to join us, if thou dost wish to do so. [21:05] The chef's taking dinner orders, you people. So what do you want? [21:05] ::smiles at her and sits down::thanks [21:05] :: hurries up and moves away from the other table to join Wallace :: [21:05] uhm... ::a bit bewildered at the sudden company:: how was training, m'lord? I heard that you were putting on a show for everyone [21:05] uhm, nothing Lynn; thanks. [21:05] *** ObsNephy (Vrenna@modem98.ils.net) has left #lol-coronado [21:05] Thous shalt gain greater command as time passes; experience shall integrate thy knowledge and suddenly thou shalt find thyself speaking with little difficulty at all [21:06] okay, nothing for Wildman. DuLac's got something. Tollory? wallace? [21:06] ::looks up at Dauber:: a whiskey, sour-mash, on the rocks and [21:06] <> [21:06] I'm trying to remember what it is you make that i like, doc. [21:06] ...nothing else, thanks [21:06] It was no public demonstration; I merely sought solace in the familiar efforts of sword drills. [21:06] Sorry, no alcohol except for !very! old Romulan Ale. [21:06] *** Rhombus (rhombus@client-209-158-222-144.bellatlantic.net) has left #lol-coronado [21:06] ::nods:: I've never understood how everyone speaks here very well... everyone speaks so differently from one another. you say thy, others say they.... what's right? O_o [21:07] Stuff that'll melt your damn tongue... [21:07] ::raises an eyebrow:: THE Romulan Ale? [21:07] ::nods:: found some in McCoy's quarters. [21:07] Twas a sadly brief drill, but it verily did aid my focus, and didst do some little good to maintain my comamnd and mastery of the blade. [21:07] :: looks at Dauber :: Do you know how to make ... spaghetti? [21:07] If you mean the stuff served the night Gorkon was shot, then yeah. THE. [21:07] * Mouse nods at Lan, putting her work aside for the moment [21:07] think it's from the same case used when Gorkon was aboard? [21:08] well, then...pour me a glass [21:08] I know it is. Got McCoy's fingerprints all over it, and the date is about right. [21:08] I've never seen anythin like it.... it must be something, to be able to use a sword like that. [21:08] Good God, are you sure you're sane, Walace? [21:08] What a loaded question. [21:08] <> [21:08] yeah, doc - perfectly [21:08] :: grins at Wallace and winks :: [21:09] Mouse, despite the nigh commonality of Federation standard, cultural differences still prevail in the exact dialect. My Camelynian dialect is a merel reflection of the complexities of High language of Camelyn. [21:09] ::glares at Tollory:: [21:09] Yeah, I can make spaghetti, Dryden. [21:09] I'd like some of that. [21:09] You want with roasted chicken, meatballs or just tomato sauce? [21:09] ::nod nod:: which one should I try an'learn? [21:09] a sword has it's uses, but it is as much a symbol as anything I doth wield. [21:09] ::nods::that'd be good, doc; can ya' make it two? [21:09] :: excited :: Ooh, meatballs, if you have them [21:09] It'll take me a little bit, but I can get it. [21:10] :: looks at Mouse worriedly but doesn't say anything :: [21:10] ::tiredly:: ...with the meatballs, please [21:10] That's two spaghettis and a shot of firewater, right? [21:10] Methinks thou shoulds't gain mastery of Federation standard, so thou mayest communicate with a wider variety of beings, and thus broaden thy knowledge of this universe. [21:10] yeah, doc... [21:10] see-ya people [21:10] ::nods slowly, still somewhat baffled:: [21:10] ::turns and enters the kitchen, opening a case of tomatoes:: [21:11] ::shakes her head and mutters:: this world is so different... [21:11] *** Sonya (snelson@minbar-1-107.mdm.mke.execpc.com) has left #lol-Coronado [21:11] ::stands up and moves to the viewport:: [21:11] ::crushes them in a large bowl, adding many spices and a certain secret ingredient:: [21:11] Thous hast adjusted passing well so far [21:11] ::takes out half a pound ground beef and adds some spices to it as well, making it into balls:: [21:12] it's very different... even th'way that people act. It's... cleaner. [21:12] ::glances back at Mouse, muttering to himself::yeah, it's pretty crazy sometimes [21:12] ::turns back to the viewport:: [21:12] Indeed, methinks thou dost mingle and associate with the crew than I have come to [21:12] ::Finds some angel-hair pasta and boils it:: [21:12] :: rubs his eyes some more :: [21:12] ::thinks its done, so takes a forkful and throws it against the ceiling:: [21:13] Mouse, thou didst have the misfortune of living under the corrupting effects of a most vile tyranny. [21:13] ::it falls, after sticking a few seconds:: [21:13] :: looks over at Wallace and gets up, walking over to him :: [21:13] oh, not very much m'lord. I don'have much time to ... uhm, mingle. [21:13] ::leans against the viewport, watching the nebula intently:: [21:13] ::finishes up the sauce and puts it onto a large pot and cooks it:: [21:13] Perhaps thou shouldst find such time then. [21:13] ::puts in the meatballs:: [21:13] ::removes the heat from under the pasta:: [21:13] :: to Wallace :: What do you see when you look out there? [21:14] ::rubs her hands together and loosk down at her padd in a brief show of nervousness:: I've never been very much of an... uhm... an outgoing person, m'lord. [21:14] ::softly::her...my wife [21:14] ::puts the pasta onto two plates and gets out some parmesean cheese:: [21:14] Ashley. [21:15] Thou dost not need to completely reverse thine habits; but perhaps a few limited steps would broaden thy horizons. [21:15] ::finishes up the cooking of the sauce and the meatballs and pours it over the pasta:: [21:15] you've read my profile, then? [21:15] :: shakes his head :: [21:15] ::sprinkles some parmesean cheese on top and puts it onto a server's tray:: [21:15] Thou dost have the chance to enjoy life outside of duty; take full advanatge of that gift while thou mayest [21:15] I have ... but that's not why I know about her. [21:15] You told me. Back in the arboretum. Told me her name, anyway. [21:16] ::takes out a tall glass and puts five cubes of ice into it:: [21:16] ::pauses, looks reflective just for a moment:: [21:16] ::removes the botle from a hiding place and half- fills the glass:: [21:16] I've never really thought about things like that, m'lord. For th'past tne years or so I've worked, all of th'time. I haven't had a vacation in years, really. I wouldn't know what to do. [21:16] ::puts the glass onto the tray and hefts it:: [21:16] I don't think I know much about her beyond that. [21:16] ::sighs::yeah,... [21:17] ::carries the tray into the mess hall and puts the plates in front of where the two men were sitting:: [21:17] ::looks up at Lynn:: [21:17] Explore then; see what sights as thou mayest find. Delve into arts, literature, peruse tomes thou never had the opportunity to view before. [21:17] ::carefully puts the glass next to Wallace's plate:: [21:17] Smiles at Mouse:: [21:17] Spaghetti's on, boys! [21:18] ::nods:: I have been... I've been looking into history an'some science. It's not easy, the science anyways. There's a lot to remember [21:18] :: looks back at Lynn :: Thanks, ma. [21:18] ::glances back at the table and smiles::let's eat [21:18] Soon enough, thou mayest find thyself in an arragement where such opportunities may not be available for some time. [21:18] ::carries the tray back into the kitchen:: [21:18] why's that, M'lord? Will we be goin somewhere without th'computers? [21:18] ::comes back out and looks at Dryden:: [21:18] ::approaches the table and sits at his plate:: [21:18] :: nods at Wallace :: Sure thing ... [21:18] Sceince is not as much remembering, as a process of questioning, and a desire to understand. [21:18] what did you call me, Tollory? [21:19] ::grins::ah! Romulan Ale from before the Khitomer Accords! [21:19] ::takes a sip:: [21:19] No, I merely meant that sometimes, a person may found themselves so bound in their duty no other option exists. [21:19] Oh ... I called you ma. It kinda slipped out. [21:19] Sorry, it's just been a little while since anyone called me 'Ma'... [21:19] It was something you mentioned when I first met you, in Sick Bay. [21:19] I decided to try it. [21:19] Brings back memories, is all. [21:19] Yeah, I just forgot. [21:19] ohh, okay. That's how I am most of the time. Work and sleep, work and sleep. But that isn't a prollem, I'm used to that. [21:19] ::gags slightly before smiling:: this is terrible - I love it! [21:20] Yeah, the stuff's had eighty years to ferment a little more. [21:20] I gotta get a drink, excuse me ... [21:20] :: stands up and walks across the room to the replicator :: [21:20] Well, if that is truly the routin thou dost desire, then thou shalt have no difficulty in the life of a squire. [21:20] now, about this spaghetti... ::digs in enthusiastically:: [21:20] :looks at Lan for a moment, an unusual thoughtful expression:: [21:20] Red wine, from Earth ... Burgundy region of France. Year ... :: shrugs :: Whatever's good. [21:21] ::while chewing::oh - this - this is the good stuff, doc [21:21] 'Specially since McCoy didn't open the bottle... [21:21] ahm, a squire? Mlord? I thought that only Camelynites could be knights... [21:21] :: grabs the glass after it materializes in front of him, walks back towards the table with the gang :: [21:21] ::sits down:: [21:21] Well, I dweleld upon the matter. Those not born of Camelyn have been made honorary Knights, Knights in title only. [21:21] :: stops at the table with the sword lying on top of it and gazes at it oddly :: [21:21] Dauber, you've really got to cook more often... [21:21] I do. Every night. [21:22] Don't eat that replicator crap unles I have to. [21:22] well, I wouldn't want to be a knight only in title... I'd want to earn it... [21:22] ::grinnig::...this is almost as good as what - [21:22] But, there is no precedent for a squire of non-Camelynian heritage to be made a knight. [21:22] ::suddenly grows silent:: [21:22] ::sucks in a breath between clenched teeth:: [21:22] I wouldn't want to be a bother... it's very busy, and I already have duties to th'ship... I can't put those off... [21:22] Ooh, I'm sorry. [21:22] However, I hath not percieved any traidition that would prohibit such a thing as well.::smiles slightly:: [21:23] Dig in. Forget about the past. Just remember to chew. [21:23] :: walks slowly back to the table with everyone :: [21:23] ::blushes visibly and looks away, embarrased:: [21:23] ::turns pale:: - almost as good as what - as what SHE used to make... [21:23] And, being the Crown Prince doth give me some leeway in the bounds of interpreting and creating tradition Mouse. [21:23] ::pushes the plate a little closer to Wallace, encouraging him to keep eating:: [21:23] ::gets up and pats him on the back:: [21:23] ::stares deep into his glass of Romulan Ale:: [21:24] :: sits down at the edge of the table and absently sets his wine glass where there is no table, so that it falls to the ground and spills :: [21:24] ::nods silently - she's always forgetting that the man she works with is royalty. Goodness, one would think that someone like Mouse would be more aware of such things:: [21:24] ::turns and enters the kitchen, for a rag:: [21:24] ::comes back with the rag and clears up the mess:: [21:24] :: looks down at the glass and sighs :: [21:24] is it that easy? Just apply and then you're a squire? [21:24] Boy, I really do need to meditate. [21:24] ::swirls the ale around a bit:: [21:24] I guess no one knows, it hasn't been done before. [21:24] ::absently puts the bottle of Romulan Ale onto the table:: [21:24] :: kneels down next to dauber :: Here, I'll fix that. [21:25] ::right in front of Wallace:: [21:25] I got it. [21:25] ::stares at the bottle:: [21:25] It is not as simple; forst, a formal request must be made unto knight willing to accept a squire; then the squire is judged for suitability. Some time may be spent in service as a page. [21:25] ::stands and tosses the rag into the replicator:: Computer, dematerialize cloth. [21:25] a page? [21:25] ::whispers::no, not again... [21:25] I guess I haven't gotten that far in my readings yet... O_o [21:25] :: stands up :: [21:26] ::grows enraged and throws the glass against the viewport:: [21:26] ::the computer obediently destroys the rag:: [21:26] :: snaps back to attention :: [21:26] ::cringes at the sound of the glass shattering:: [21:26] * Mouse blinks and looks over at Wallace in shock [21:26] ::picks up the bottle:: [21:26] Jeezus... [21:26] but, thy time as my understudy at science wouldst easily equal any duties a page would do, and indeed exceed it greatly. [21:26] :: grabs the bottle :: Careful now ... [21:26] Hey! Wallace! [21:26] This ale is historic. WOuldn't want to spoil it. [21:26] Put the bottle down! that's expensive stuff! [21:27] ::panting:: [21:27] ::nods:: [21:27] aah... ::looks between Wallace and Lan, not sure what to say:: [21:27] ::releases the bottle:: [21:27] ::momentarily realizes the differences and the similarities between herself and Tollory:: [21:27] ::eyes Wallace momentarily, irritated by the churlish conduct, but says nothing yet:: [21:27] ::folds her hands together and turns her attention back to the table, her thoughts disrupted:: [21:28] :: sighs :: Wallace. You really must stop doing that. [21:28] then help me, doctor... [21:28] ah, but, that's all there is? Just apply and then you get tested, and then you start? uhm, mlord? [21:28] help me erase her memory [21:28] :: shoots a quick look at Dauber :: Erase her memory? [21:28] So, mouse, if tho dost wish such a thing, then thou must decide to pursue thy goal at a time of thine choosing and readiness. [21:29] ::shrugs:: it's possible... [21:29] ::nods, pleading with the doctors::it can be done, and it's not tha tdangerous [21:29] Well ... yes. [21:29] But just because something's possible doesn't mean you should do it. [21:29] But I know what you're thinking. [21:29] Ypu doth make the request; the request may be considered for a probationary time before a final resolution is reached by the sponsoring knight. [21:29] <> [21:30] ::inhales a little, was Lan actually saying it was possible? But, she remembered, this was *her* they were talking about. She was a mechanic, not a knight.:: [21:30] the technology was developed by Section 31 around 2247 [21:30] Well, ever since I've been here, I've been about as ready as I am now; hasn't changed all that much. [21:30] it's tried and true [21:30] please, doctors... [21:31] It's been done before by various Starfleet doctors ... [21:31] Why do you resort to that method? [21:31] and, that Knight would determine which of the orders thou wouldst most likely be inducted. [21:31] I can show you how to implant the new memories seamlessly [21:31] Dev, just erasing the problem away isn't going to change things. [21:31] Wouldn't it be better in the long run to deal with them? [21:31] it'll be as if the old memories never existed [21:31] Besides, I've always heard that certain triggers bring back the memories, worse than before... [21:32] ::nods slowly:: well, there's the martial oder, the science order... and another one... hmm. [21:32] Until you see a picture of your wife. [21:32] Then, you have a problem. [21:32] not the way we do it [21:32] Then a knight of that order would ultimtely Knight you, if thou didst stay fast and meet all that would be asked, and prove thyself to be worthy. [21:32] Neural conflict. [21:32] The way you do it is waay too heartless for me to condone. [21:32] But, in this case, as Crown Prince, my title doth give me the ability to induct to any order of my choosing at any time. [21:32] I don't condone it at all. [21:33] Running away from problems isn't any answer. [21:33] ::grabs Dauber and slams her against the bulkhead::DAMN YOU! This is my sanity we're talking about! [21:33] So the two top physicians agree. [21:33] By the gods ...! [21:33] ::slides an evil eyes towards Wallace again:: [21:33] ah... well, I'm not sure if I'd make a very good knight... I've never done anything like that at all [21:33] ::is mostly unshaken by getting tossed around:: This is your sanity I'm saving. [21:34] ::glances at Dev, worried and filled with a bit of trepidation:: [21:34] :: grabs Wallace and pries him off Dauber :: Stop that! [21:34] ::hissing through his teeth::what right have YOU to pass moral judgement on ME, DOCTOR? [21:34] Then mouse, my first requiremtn before I wouldst accept thee fully as a squire would be to find a faith in thyself. [21:34] It doesn't matter, Dryden. I've been through a lot worse. [21:34] I have every right as a physician. [21:34] ::blushes again, Lan didn't dance around an issue like most others:: [21:34] My oath has sworn me to do what's best for my patients. [21:35] *** Juliet is now known as MoniqueLehman [21:35] Simply wiping your memories will not do it. [21:35] and I have a duty to Section 31 and the Federation - if you don't help me, I'll have it done when we return [21:35] Thou dost limit thyself more than thou dost reach thy limits. [21:35] I try, m'lord. It's hard. [21:35] you can't stop me forever [21:35] I don't care where you go. I can get them to agree with me an hour before you get htere. [21:35] ::walks into the ten-forward lounge and sees everyone visiting and walks over to the cormer table and sits down by herself:: [21:35] I HAVE to forget her and what I did! Don't you get it? [21:35] And what, we're simply supposed to not ever mention your wife or anything related to her? [21:36] ::looks over at Monique, tries to smile weakly, and wonders why she seems so pensive:: [21:36] ::catches a glimpse of Lehman as she enters, and wonders briefly whe she is sitting alone [21:36] And besides, if I let you got through with this, I could never look myself in the mirror again for the rest of my life. [21:36] I know that doesn't mean a damn to you, but it does to me. [21:36] the records will be changed appropriately, doctor; it's been done a thousand times before, it'll be done a thousand more times [21:37] ::takes a small metal object and sits it on the table and cuffs her hands around it so no one can see it and practices moving it back and forth:: [21:37] I'm your doctor, and I will not let you run from your problems. [21:37] ::whispers to Lan:: uhm, m'lord, perhaps we should invite Mrs. Lehmann over? she looks lonely [21:37] :: shakes his head and moves away from Dauber and Wallace to the table and sits down :: [21:37] Mouse, take heed to my words; aloow thyself to grow, and doubt thyself not overmuch; one can become lost in a dungeon of self doubt, purely constructed from ones fear, thus locking thyself away from the true achievements that await thee. [21:38] I have a duty to protect this ship and the Federation - a duty that I cannot do while I remember how I killed my own wife! [21:38] Indeed Mouse; I was perusing the same thought. [21:38] Wallace, you have to live with your memories, just like the rest of us. [21:38] ::starts to laugh un controllably:: [21:38] ::exhales slowly at Lan's words. looking down. He was right, she knew he was right, but years of training otherwise had conditioned her and madee her into what she was now. [21:38] ::grows quiet::you don't get it? [21:38] ::his face goes bleak for a moment on the subject of old memories:: [21:38] no one does [21:39] ::in between laughs:: Oh, how the mighty have fallen. [21:39] ::stands and slowly walks over to where Lehman sits:: [21:39] You, the member of the most tough and heartless group in the federation. [21:39] ::bitterly:: what's so funny, Doctor? [21:39] :: taps Mouse on the shoulder :: [21:39] M'lady, mayest I have a moment of thine time? [21:39] ::follows behind Lan, her padds clasped in front of her protectively -then jumps and looks at tollory:: [21:39] And you, cowering afraid of your own memories! It's terribly ironic! [21:39] uhm, yeah? [21:39] You sure you want to be a knight? [21:39] Use a sword to slice people up? [21:40] Toughest man on the ship, scared of himself! [21:40] ::quickly grabs the object as she feels someone walk over to her table and looks up:: Uh, hi Lan [21:40] I - ah - I never given it much thought yet... I don't know... [21:40] ::bursts into laughter again:: [21:40] Damn, that's a knee-slapper! [21:40] ::looks embarrassed and quickly puts the object in her pocket:: [21:40] Well ... you and I need to have a talk before you make your final decision. [21:40] Just trust me on this one. [21:40] ::tensely::were it anyone else but you, DOCTOR, you would be dead by now... [21:40] If thou would not find it inconveinent, wouldst thou perhaps join Mouse and myself for some pleasant conversation among friends? [21:40] I can actually defend myself, Wallace. [21:40] Certanly Lan, please have a seat [21:41] Besides, what do you have to be angry about? [21:41] ::wonders what is wrong:: [21:41] uh... if you want to, that's okay... you can sit with us if you want... [21:41] It's the truth that stings more than any blade, eh? [21:41] ::sits down at the table and looks up at Tollory [21:41] ::wipes a tear from her eye:: [21:41] ::still tense and bitter::I am NOT afraid! [21:42] If you aren't afraid, then why do you run frm yur memories? [21:42] :: sits down :: I don't think we should talk about it here. [21:42] ::looks back at Wallace, now quite worried about him:: [21:42] okay [21:42] ::with the last of his patience, Lan sists and pretends to ignore the emotinal hysterics [21:42] <> [21:42] ::begins to break down::...I - I am not - afraid... [21:42] ::under total emotional control:: [21:43] ::suddenly becoming maternal:: I know you aren't, honey. [21:43] It has been some great deal of time since we have met off duty Monique, if I may take the liberty of adressing you so. [21:43] Now sit down and eat your speghetti. [21:43] :: looks at Wallace with Mouse :: Boy did I ever pick the wrong ship to play counselor on. [21:43] ::leads him over to his chair:: [21:43] ((it's too bad that we dind't have our Lan from the Three Musketeers here, this could be a very interesting scene 8;D)) [21:43] What are you all staring at? [21:43] <> [21:43] <<< no comment :)>> [21:44] ::collapses to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes and whispering::...I'm terrified... [21:44] ::nods at Tollory silently, not quite understanding. This was common fare in the resistance, was it any different here? [21:44] I've never served on a warship before, but on most other ships, yes. It's very different. [21:44] Yes you may call me by my first name....I would be honored Lan [21:44] ::swallows harshly as Dev seems to collapse, and gets up from the table silently, stepping over:: [21:44] ::picks him up and puts him in the chair, wiping the tears from his fae, as a mother would her child:: [21:44] <> [21:44] I, ah... ::looks back to Tollory for a second, and at Lan, and then back down at Dev:: [21:44] ::shrugs off Dauber::get off! [21:45] Tis a shame that we hath not been able to gather ntogether under ameniable circumstances before. [21:45] ::angry, and maternal:: Eat your dinner! [21:45] WHY? [21:45] What's the POINT?! [21:45] :: gets over and walks to stand beside Mouse :: [21:45] ::stops in the middle of the floor as the scene suddenly turns from sorrowful to angry. She isnt' sure what to do:: [21:45] It tastes good, and you're hungry. [21:45] Verily, I hath allowed duty to make me woefully forget my manners and inquire upon thy being, and thy current fortune. [21:46] ::grinds teeth a bit:: [21:46] :: says very quietly to Mouse :: There's nothing for you to do. [21:46] ::grabs a fork:: [21:46] ::pulls himself up into the chair:: [21:46] Are you ok Lan? [21:46] ::sighs and nods slightly, and turns back to the table with Dryden, taking a seat beside Lan [21:46] ::begins silently eating:: [21:46] ::holds back his hand with the fork in it, revealing more strength than she seems to have:: [21:46] ::notices Lan grinding his teeth:: [21:46] ::goes through the motions with his arm:: [21:47] :: walks over to Dauber and Wallace, and quietly draws Dauber away from Wallace :: [21:47] ::glares at Dauber through the entire ordeal:: [21:47] I think you should sit down, too. [21:47] Perhaps somewhat fatigued, but nothing of any matter. As always, I enjoy the benefits of a heale and heart constitution. [21:47] ::continues to eat in silence:: [21:47] ::looks up at Dryden:: Get your hands off me. [21:47] ::licks her lips and runs a hand through her hair, watching Monique and Lan. She feels a bit ou of place now, and as if she shoudl jsut be quite and pay attention. [21:47] :: removes his hands but still stands there :: [21:48] Are you finished? [21:48] ::finishes and grabs the bottle of Romulan Ale::need to wash it down... [21:48] With your dinner, I mean, Tollory? [21:48] ::watches Lan:: I am glad you came over but I thought you were helping Mouse [21:48] Huh? ... No. [21:48] Then eat up. Before it gets cold. [21:48] ::pops the stopper and chugs half the bottle:: [21:49] :: grabs his plate and moves over to Mouse's table. [21:49] uh? Oh, no, ma'am, we were jus'talking. [21:49] :: sits down and shakes his head :: [21:49] ::watches in silent awe as Wallace seems to do the impossible:: [21:49] I don't want to keep you from that if you need to be there and no one else seems to like me on the Coronado Lan.....you atre taking a risk sitting with me you know [21:49] ::looks a bit bewildered:: We wre having some conversation, pleasant enough, but nothing so close as to exclude a friend from it. [21:49] ::grins:: [21:49] much better, eh? [21:49] ::blinks:: I don'see why no one seems to like you on board, ma'am... you seem like a nice lady to me... [21:49] What dost thou meanest by risk? [21:49]