[19:32] LCARS, let's see if we can find some alternative uses for RJ's peanut butter. * CoroLCARS 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12FCCO_Aldur has called: ATTENTION ON DECK 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [19:32] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-63100 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Sim in progress! ' [19:32] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:32] :;attn:: [19:32] ::attn:: [19:32] ::attn:: [19:32] ::attn:: [19:32] ::attn:: [19:32] ::Attention:: [19:32] ::attn:: [19:32] *** Rhombus is now known as obsRhombus [19:33] ::attn:: [19:33] ::attn:: [19:33] ::attn:: [19:33] <> [19:33] ::falls over:: [19:33] <> [19:33] Welcome, everyone! Remember, tonight's sim takes place the evening of the events depicted in last week's sim, so the briefing is pretty much the same... [19:33] -> *corolcars* simbrief [19:33] 12=Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:33] 12Stardate 52559.2: "Panache" , Part 2, by Jester. [19:34] 12SUMMARY: Rememberances for those you loved. Do not let yesterday have too much of today. [19:34] 12After taking severe damage in the war, U.S.S. Coronado has been mothballed. The ship's Jaunt drive has been declared illegal and removed, and the Federation Council has passed the Temporal Prime Directive, rendering all time travel methods and technology illegal as well. This includes the Section 31 Jaunt transporter, and a daring plan was hatched by Aldur and Starfleet to eliminate it. [19:34] *** RJ (incrdbil@fh-209110.flinthills.com) has left #LOL- Coronado [19:34] 12The plan was successful, and the Jaunt transporter has been eliminated. A primary Section 31 base has been destroyed, and it is likely that the organization will go back into hiding. The Coro's crew are aboard the Norway class U.S.S. Panache, en route for Starbase 247 for reassignment to other ships. Captain Aldur, in particular, has requested a transfer to Starfleet Exploration. [19:34] 12In the meantime, the crew must come to terms with what has happened: their ship has been all but destroyed, Lieutenant Commander Dauber was killed, and though the war is over, it is clear that all is not well with the galaxy. There are still races and people out there that would seek to undermine the cooperation founded across the major starfaring races, in addition to corruption in Starfleet itself... [19:34] ack [19:34] ack [19:34] ack [19:34] ack [19:34] ack [19:34] ack! Dev, I don't want to kiss you! Go wash your mouth again! [19:34] ack [19:34] ack [19:34] ack [19:34] ack [19:34] ::Rolls his eyes and asks permission to go to the head to use the sink:: [19:34] ((just as a warning, i'm having more comp troubles... so if I'm slow or something, I apologize)) [19:35] And make sure you use gum this time! [19:35] We're opening tonight just a few minutes before Dr. Dauber's memorial service is slated to begin. [19:35] Most of the crew will either be in the forward main crew lounge, or heading there. [19:35] Any questions? [19:35] no sah [19:35] No sir. [19:35] No, cápitan. [19:35] nope [19:35] *** ObsSwarm (nothing@pppsn01-33.eisa.net.au) has joined #lol- coronado [19:35] err [19:35] capitán [19:35] ::shrugs and pulls out a stick of chewing GUM:: [19:35] I'm getting off easy this week. :) Gotta love it. Let's sim! [19:36] * FCCO_Aldur 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [19:36] ::enters the forward main crew lounge, wearing a somber expression:: [19:36] ::walks slowly down the corridor:: [19:36] ::looks about uneasily, shifting the black arm-band on her arm:: [19:36] ::is in the crew lounge, staring out the center portal:: [19:36] ::stands in the lounge, hands crossed at the base of his dress uniform behind his back while he stares out one of the viewports at the passing streaks of interstellar dust particles impacting the warp field:: [19:36] ::stays away from the rst of the crew, hanging around in the medical bays:: [19:36] ::enters crew longe [19:37] ::sits alone in the front observation windows of the main crew lounge, sipping on his vodka-and-cola:: [19:37] ::walks into the lounge:: [19:37] ::enters the crew lounge muttering under her breath and sits down at an empty table:: [19:37] ::walks up to Marshall and taps him on the shoulder:: Penny for your thoughts. [19:37] :sits alone in a corner:: [19:37] ::crosses the lounge, ignoring the servers, heading for the windows:: [19:37] ((36 cents for your whole brain)) [19:37] ::indeed, produces a real bona fide ancient Earth penny:: [19:37] <> [19:38] ::notices the absence of conversation and is disturbed by it:: [19:38] ::surveys the lounge and sits at a vaccant table:: [19:38] ::exhales and looks blankly over to the wall:: [19:38] ::stirs from his reverie and looks at Tollory, then grins slightly and looks back out the viewport:: I've not doubt that if Lynn knew we were doing this she'd tell us to get up and on with it so she could rest in peace ::chuckles:: [19:38] ::nods at Wallace but doesn't approach, then turns, surveying the rest of the room:: [19:38] Well, I for one plan on doing just that, after this. [19:38] ::looks down at the dress uniform he is currently wearing - all black, the color of his last assignment:: [19:38] *** ObsSwarm (nothing@pppsn01-33.eisa.net.au) has left #lol- coronado [19:38] how appropriate... [19:39] 12=Description= The lounge is smaller than Coro's Ten Forward, crowded, and unnaturally quiet. A small metal frame stands in one corner near the windows -- a poster-size photograph of Lynn Dauber is mounted on it. [19:39] ::nods and looks at Tollory with a sidelong glance:: And what exactly is that plan? [19:39] ::She leans back and puts a finger in her drink, stirring it absently. One more gone, one more face committed to memory and with nothing further remaining:: [19:39] ::grim, looks out the window:: To try to get on with life. [19:39] ::Stands and walks over to Mouse:: hey, how ya' doing with all this? [19:39] ::sighs and looks up, her face still blank:: okay [19:40] *** ObsAlex has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) [19:40] ::steps closer to the center of the room and clears his throat quietly:: [19:40] Djaklians don't normally dwell on the dead. After the soulwalk, there's no need to feel sorry for the passing of the person; after all, they're in a better place. I guess this just goes to show I'm not a very typical Djaklian. [19:40] ::looks up at the Captain:: [19:40] ::nods slightly and sighs heavily:: [19:40] ::looks up at Aldur:: [19:40] ::is standing, once again, forlornly in the center of the lounge, just staring forward, not sure whether to make eye contact with anyone else:: [19:40] ::turns around to look:: [19:40] ::raises his head:: [19:40] ::chuckles:: I don't think any of us are typical anythings, Dryden...::turns as well:: [19:40] Ladies, gentlemen... we gather here today, out of respect and love, to pay a final tribute to Lynn Patricia Dauber, Lt. Commander in Starfleet, late of the starship Coronado. [19:41] ::blinks, seeing Aldur has stepped only a few feet from him and gives him his attention:: [19:41] ::looks around sullenly at the medical bays and decides to leave her shelter for the last few hours since her transfer from the Swiftsure:: [19:41] :;takes out her lighter and begins lighting it repeatedly:: [19:41] <> [19:41] Commander Dauber's death is a great loss... a great loss, in fact, to two universes. Most of you know that she did not hail from our own, but was trapped here against her will during one of our missions. [19:41] ::bows his head in respect for the departted:: [19:42] ::walks down the corridor and stops a crewman, asking quietly where the lounge is:: [19:42] ::looks up at the Captainwith dead eyes, having heard the announcement before, simply different names, different words.:: [19:42] ::walks in the direction pointed her:: [19:42] ::nods and drops his head slightly, taking a long intake of breath:: [19:42] ::stops himself from pacing, clearly agitated:: I did not know her as well as many of you, but I know that there is no greater gift she could give than to die to protect us... [19:42] ::edges a little closer to Mouse, perhaps seeking comfort from his self-blame in the matter of Dauber's death:: [19:43] ...she died not only to save the lives of others... as she lived her life. She died to protect the principles of the United Federation of Planets, which she held dear. [19:43] ::stops at the doors of the lounge, looking shamefully through the window and seeing the gathering inside:: [19:43] ::looks up at Dev for s econd before looking back at teh Captain; she takes his hand in hers and holds it limply:: [19:43] ::closes his eyes slowly, allowing them to well slightly instead of trying to hold it back:: [19:43] ::pauses and looks from one officer to the next to the next to the next, finally settling his eyes on Tollory:: She died for what she believed in. She died saving lives. Would that many more from our universe do as well. [19:43] ::sees Mouse holding Dev's hand, and shakes his head, his look one of shock:: [19:43] ::nods slowly:: [19:44] ::notices Aldur looking at him, and swallows, breaking the eye contact:: [19:44] ::looks up again, a tear streaking down from his right eye:: [19:44] ::lets the tears flow openly and whispers:: it's my fault... [19:44] Lynn Patricia Dauber died a Starfleet Medal of Valor winner. The Ruby cluster is given only to those who make the greatest sacrifice of all: their lives in the pursuit of their duty. [19:44] ::gathers up the meager amount of courage she clngs to and opens the door to the lounge, walking in slowly and silently:: [19:44] ::thinks to himself, considering the his mission has been a similar one, and Dauber was there to help revive him after his mysterious departure from consciousness a couple months earlier:: [19:45] ::stays near the rear of the lounge:: [19:45] It is a cold honor... cold as death. But one that her children would have been proud to take possession of... ::clears his throat, eyes watering:: ...children who will never realize how their mother passed. Children who will never meet those whose lives she saved. [19:45] ::orders a drink from the bar and sits down at an empty table:: [19:45] ::continues to whisper:: it was my arrogance, my pride, my - my ... she shouldn't be dead; this isn't right... [19:45] ::Mouse sees the tears, the open loss and pain in the room, and her expression softens with regret and guilt. She couldn't cry, the tears simply didn't come. The pain was a lead ball twisting in her gut, but the only outward sign was the heaviness that bore down on her:: [19:45] shh, Dev... [19:46] ::closes his eyes again briefly and composes himself again:: [19:46] ::nods and grows silent:: [19:46] ::stands against the back wall:: [19:46] ::clears his throat again, then looks up:: She died a hero, and none here... ::looks again at Tollory and repeats:: and NONE here should question the gift she gave us, or that she died protecting us. [19:46] Lynn Patricia Dauber. Rest in peace. ::looks down:: A moment of silence, please. [19:46] ((afk)) [19:46] ::bows his head:: [19:47] ::bows his head:: [19:47] ::expression changes to one of quiet fuming:: [19:47] ::bows her head, though she knows not the deceased:: [19:47] ::brings his hands around and crosses them in front of him, bowing his head:: [19:47] ::looks down slightly, breathing deeply:: [19:47] ::exhales, his breath echoing in the relatively small space:: Would someone else like to say a few words. [19:47] ::casts a glance at Marshall:: [19:47] *** ObsRyan has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) [19:47] ... [19:47] ::raises a hand:: sir? may I? [19:47] ::opens her mouth as if to accept the Captain's offer but can find nothing:: [19:48] ::looks up:: [19:48] ::lifts his head, pausing before opening his eyes:: [19:48] ::nods at Wallace and takes a step back:: [19:48] ::looks over at Wallace, raising his chin slightly:: [19:48] ::looks at Wallace with a bit of hesitation:: [19:48] ::wipes a few tears from her eyes, for pity of the deceased and her family:: [19:48] ::walks up to the center of the room:: [19:48] ::glares at wallace:: [19:48] ::gives Wallace a very wary look:: [19:49] *** ObsRyan (mcclure@dnbr-sh1-port88.snet.net) has joined #LOL- Coronado [19:49] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v ObsRyan [19:49] 12Computer recognizes ObsRyan. Authorization codes enabled. [19:49] ::looks at Wallace, watching quietly:: [19:49] ::crosses his hands behind his back:: I - I want to say that - ::notices the new doctor at the back of the room and frowns before continuing:: - I'm sorry [19:50] ::doesn't blink, just continues glaring:: [19:50] ::looks at Wallace looking at her:: I'm sorry, am I intruding? [19:50] I should leave. [19:50] ::watches Dev wearily as he offers up his heart and soul to the crowd:: [19:50] ::thinks it ironic that Wallace is rather the "black sheep" in the crowd...literally, his uniform tending to label him as an almost sinister presence:: [19:50] ::sets his jaw as Wallace speaks:: [19:50] Sorry. I'll go. [19:50] ::jaw drops open and hangs for a second:: I never meant for you all to get involved [19:50] ::turns to leave:: [19:51] ::gives the unknown doctor a rather odd look:: [19:51] ::begins to clench his teeth, refraining from bursting out for Lynn's sake:: [19:51] ::then numbly goes back to listening to Wallace:: [19:51] ::opens the doors and walks through crying again:: I'm sorry!, ::she sobs:: [19:51] ::shakes his head:: I didn't know Lynn Dauber too well, and that saddens me; she seemed like a wonderful person.... [19:52] ::watchs wallace:: [19:52] ::begins to shudder slightly, his fists clenching silently:: [19:52] ::senses much spite in his vicinity...:: [19:52] ::runs down the corridor, sobbing uncontrollably:: [19:52] ::puts a hand silently on Marshall's shoulder:: [19:52] ::turns to Marshall:: Commander, I can't begin to say how - how broken-hearted i am for you ::tears begin to flow again:: I know how I'd feel if something happened to Mouse [19:52] ::takes a step to his left slowly and quietly, assuming a position next to Marshall, and giving him a look:: [19:52] ::watches quietly, expression still somber:: [19:53] ::casts a glance at Mouse:: [19:53] ::exhales deeply, looking up at nothing:: [19:53] ::audibly works his jaw, but remains silent:: [19:53] ::looks up at Dev:: [19:53] ::crosses his hands in front of him, resuming listening to Wallace:: [19:54] ::tries to sense peoples' feelings:: [19:54] ::is now pale and ragged looking, the emotions playing across his face:: I - I know that mere words are not enough and that there is nothing I can do to make it up to you - to any of you [19:54] ::sighs and gets up and leaves the lounge quietly:: [19:54] ::closes his eyes and for the first time notices the touch of Mouse's hand on his shoulder:: [19:55] ::crosses his arms:: [19:55] ::tears finally come for Mouse, spilling down her cheeks in a sudden stream. Her expression doesn't change or show anything, she remains eerily blank:: [19:55] ::blinks back a tear as he opens his eyes again and bows his chin slightly, avoiding eye contact with Wallace:: [19:55] my involvement with that organization has ruined many lives, not just those here [19:56] therefore, I have chosen to leave rather than let an innocent like Lynn Dauber be caught in my selfish, prideful ambitions again.... [19:56] ::coughs and pointedly looks at Wallace:: [19:56] ::bows his head and lets the tears flow:: [19:56] ::suddenly gives Wallace a sever marine glance, one almost of Aldur's caliber, however unpracticed, but restrains and calms, making sure Marshall is intact, Mouse on the other side of him beginning to cry:: [19:56] ::glances over at Marshall, then steps forward again:: [19:56] ::buries his face in his hands:: [19:57] ::opens his mouth and growls slightly:: I'll be brief, because Lynn would shoot me if I took as long as Dev has. [19:57] ::indicates with his eyes that Mouse should help him back into the circle:: [19:57] ::stands up silently and leads Wallace back towards the crowd:: [19:57] ::smiles very slightly and waves Marshall forward, then steps back again:: [19:57] ::follows Mouse, crying openly now:: [19:58] ::raises his head and begins to look at each of the officers in turn, avoiding Wallace:: Lynn was an extraordinary woman. The most extraordinary I have ever met. The trials which she went through in her time were....beyond that wich any of us could hope to imagine.... [19:58] < [19:58] ::silently wonders if that is a man crying for pity, or for mercy... he wasn't sure:: [19:58] ::lets Dev sit down before taking the seat beside. She doesn't say anything, but holds his head to her heart:: [19:58] ::sags, deflated and broken:: [19:58] ::keeps his outward cool composure despite his simmering anger:: [19:59] Her determination, her perserverence, and her ability to continue in the face of adversity were the strongest I have ever seen in a human being, and it is a loss which we will never recover from... [19:59] ::opens his mouth as if he going to speak more, but closes it again, thinking better of it, and bowing his head slightly again, sending a short look to Aldur:: [19:59] ::nods and steps forward, clasping Marshall's shoulder strongly as he does so, then looks around the circle:: [20:00] ::nods to himself as Marshall concludes:: [20:00] ::meets Aldur's eyes, but doesn't stand up:: [20:00] ::shudders slightly at the Captain's touch and then solidifies, raising his head with set eyes:: [20:00] ::pushes off the wall next to the door leading to the crew lounge and walks down the coridor heading towards her quarters:: [20:00] ::lets his eyes rest on Tollory a second longer than anyone else, then continues until he has done a slow, full circle:: [20:00] ::looks over at Marshall, silently mouthing the words "I'm Sorry" over and over:: [20:01] ::licks his lips, and steps forward finally:: [20:01] The formal gathering is conc-- [20:01] ::steps back slowly:: Counselor. [20:01] :;makes a detour and ends up in sickbay:: hmmm I wonder if this new doc has anything that'll put me to sleep... [20:01] ::nods and looks over at Tollory, nodding slightly and giving the doctor a thankful smile:: [20:01] ::sits upright, oticing Tollory:: [20:01] ::looks around for the new doc:: [20:01] <> [20:01] ::sobs in the corner of her office:: [20:01] <> [20:02] ::sighs:: I ... most everything I could have said has been said. [20:02] ::wanders through sickbay checking trays for useful stuff as she makes her way to the CMO's office:: [20:02] What I'll remember most about Dr. Dauber is her professionalism. It was one of the things that helped guide me onto the career path I was truly meant to take, I think. [20:02] ::hears Sandra moving around:: [20:03] ::lays a hand on Mouse's shoulder and pulls himself fully upright, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity:: [20:03] ::thinks:: I suppose that was her gift to me. It was my privilege to work under her. [20:03] ::looks up and dries off her eyes:: [20:03] ::thinks more, then abruptly steps back, his face still blank:: [20:03] ::lets Wallace sit up without a sound, placing her hands in her lap:: [20:03] ::"can I help you?" she asks weakly:: [20:04] ::nods, steps forward and does that long, slow circle again:: [20:04] ::knocks on the frame of the door before entering and steps back as she sees Wergan:: hey! you look like Dauber... but she's dead.. I checked.. and they wouldn't be holding that ceremony if she wasn't... [20:04] ::frowns:: or at least I don't think they would... [20:04] I look like who?? [20:04] The formal gathering is concluded. Please feel free to stay and remember Doctor Dauber. [20:04] ::listens quietly:: [20:04] ::nods, looking at Aldur. then watching Marshall:: [20:04] ((Somebody took the fun out of this funeral)) [20:04] Doctor Dauber... [20:04] ::swallows and hardens his facial features:: [20:05] Who is that? [20:05] ::turns around and walks to a far-off window, leaning against it and looking out:: [20:05] ::watches the crowd slowly break up, still standing stiffly in place:: [20:05] Oh my God, is that the one who died? ::tears start again:: I'm sorry... [20:05] ::sighs and looks up at ceiling:: God, I could really use some Romulan Ale right now.... [20:05] ::frowns:: please don't start... [20:05] ::stands up and begins to claw at the clasps on his uniform, muttering softly to Mouse:: i have to get out of this thing - now! [20:05] Romulan Ale... ::lights up:: [20:05] I'm sorry! I can't help it... ::cries a little harder:: [20:05] So if you could see fit to have a transport pop by with some, I'd really appreciate it ::grins slightly at the Captain as he looks back down:: [20:06] ::doesn't move from her seat and doesn't seem to move at all, really. She sits in place rigidly with tears still spilling off of her cheeks:: [20:06] ::looks at Marshall:: You'll be sure to let me know if you get any? [20:06] ::grins:: [20:06] ::smiles a ghostly half-smile at Marshall and nods very slightly at the bar:: [20:06] everyone on this ship wants to take blame for her death... ::frowns at Wergan:: of course you can't help it! [20:06] ::gives Aldur an inquisitive look:: [20:06] I'm so sorry... [20:06] ::realizes... :: Err. [20:06] ::rips off the slick black dress uniform jacket, leaving only the hunter-green departmental tunic below:: [20:06] ::smiles and pats the Captain on the shoulder, jerking his head at the bar while grinning at Twain:: [20:06] Oo. [20:07] ::makes his way to a table:: [20:07] ::throws the jacket down and drops to his knees beside Mouse:: [20:07] ::clasps Marshall's forearm before releasing it, half-turning to watch him head in that direction:: [20:07] ::leaves the lounge for a walk [20:07] ::shrugs:: death comes to the best of us... ::looks over Wergan again:: but I swear on the Force that you look exactly like her... [20:07] ::looks into her eyes:: are you okay? [20:07] ::pats Aldur's hand on his forhead as he heads over to the bar, aiming for the tall glasses:: [20:07] ::saunters to the bar, happy to be moving...a stark contrast to the stagnancy of the room just moments earlier:: [20:07] ::curls up again and her body is wracked with sobs:: [20:07] <> [20:08] <> [20:08] ::turns and abruptly crosses the room, passing by the three men at the bar and heading out the lounge without a word:: [20:08] ::blinks and turns to look at Dev slowly. It's as if she weren't even there:: [20:08] ::frowns at Wergan:: though you don't act like her at all.... ::sits down next to Wergan:: what's wrong with you? [20:08] ::his paralysis apparently broken, turns and walks slowly toward the mounted picture:: [20:08] ::she shakes a bit and then looks down at her hands, coming back around:: uh? Yah. [20:08] ::stands and slowly moves to the bar:: [20:08] ::walks down the hall towards the nearest lift and enters it:: Sick Bay [20:08] I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I can't help it. [20:08] ::wraps his arms around her, taking her hands in his:: here... [20:08] ::pulls three crystal cups down off the shelf and peeks under the bar, pulling out a decanter of Romulan Ale:: [20:09] what can't you help? [20:09] ::watches Marshall intently:: I haven't had a drink in two years. [20:09] I'm weak. My mother says so, a lot. I'm sorry. ::cries again:: [20:09] ::lean up against Dev's chest and sighs with regret:: [20:09] ::sighs as he moves to the windows:: [20:09] ::finds himself in engineering and decides to take a quick peek at the warp core:: [20:09] ::enters Sick Bay and heads towards the CMO's office:: [20:09] ::stands before the poster and bows his head, then mutters something to himself quietly:: [20:09] ::chuckles:: I haven't had Romulan Ale since I got onboard the Coronado ::pours the drinks:: Good thing they lifted the embargo... [20:09] ::nods, knowing sort of how she feels:: yeah...me too [20:09] ::rolls her eyes:: weak isn't even the start of it... maybe you should look into getting yourself a backbone... [20:10] ::sits at the bar:: [20:10] I'm sorry...::sobs:: [20:10] ::walks in on the two women:: [20:10] ::doesn't respond, unable to commit the action any energy:: [20:10] What -- what's going on? ::at Wergan:: Who are you? [20:10] ::slides a glass over to Twain and grins:: 2309, best vintage... [20:10] ::snickers:: [20:10] Ooo... humbly, I thank you. [20:10] ::sighs, then repeats quietly:: Mithrae asai la muerte. [20:10] ::takes the glass:: [20:10] ::looks up and wipes her eyes:: Tatiana Wergan, sir. [20:10] ::whispers in her ear:: I'll be right back - you gonna be okay if I'm gone for about 5 minuteS? [20:11] ::mutters about never getting the respect she deserves:: [20:11] ::stands uneasily ans salutes:: [20:11] ::nods and then carefully sits up again, not saying a word:: [20:11] ::looks over at the Captain standing by the portrait and sombers slightly, nodding as he notices Aldur's demeaner, knowing that he was right when he told Tollory what he did:: [20:11] ::takes three steps back from the poster before turning slowly on one heel:: [20:11] ::works his jaw:: I don't require a salute. [20:11] Sorry... [20:11] ::kisses her gently on the cheek before picking up his uniform jacket and turning towards Aldur:: [20:11] ::resists the urge to cry:: [20:12] :;remains seated:: no you definitely don't [20:12] Now, if you don't mind, I don't have any problem with you being in here, but I have some last-minute work to attend to. [20:12] ::is about to take a sip of the drink when he notices Marshall...:: [20:12] ::wipes at here eyes again:: [20:12] ::walks over to the main chair:: May I ... ? [20:12] ::stares at the captain and then at the uniform before stepping forward:: [20:12] ::picks up his glass and raises it to the light:: I love you, Lynn....::tips it back and takes a long swallow:: [20:12] uh... ::looks around:: whatever. I'll leave. [20:12] ::looks at Tollory:: please say you're not the new CMO? [20:12] sorry. [20:12] ::nods to himself... :: [20:12] ::As Wallace turns to leave, she sags forward and exhales. A hand comes up to wipe dry her wet cheeks; she still doesn't say anything.:: [20:13] ::slowly walks to the windows, not having noticed Wallace as yet:: [20:13] ::turns and walks, face hung, out of the CMO's office:: [20:13] ::looks at Sandra:: On second thought, scratch that. ::to Wergan:: YOU can stay. ::to Sandra:: You may leave. [20:13] ::approaches Aldur with bleary eyes and the damned Section 31 uniform:: [20:13] ::sits down in the chair:: [20:13] ::...loses himself in a trance, unaware that their frequency is increasing:: [20:13] ::begins to access the small computer terminal:: [20:13] ::leaves the sickbay anyway:: [20:13] ::tries to catch Aldur's eye with a raised glass of Romulan Ale, then notices Wallace and scowls:: [20:13] ::stands up and bows to Tollory and follows Wergan:: [20:13] ::catches a whiff of the ale before him and is cleared...he takes a drink:: [20:14] ::catches his breath:: [20:14] ::taps Adlur on the shoulder:: [20:14] ::jogs to catch up to Wergan:: hey! [20:14] ::grins:: C'mon, it's not that strong ::takes another sip:: [20:14] ::turns away from the windows and nods once:: Major. [20:14] ::shakes his head on the rebound of the drink...:: No, but it's been a while. [20:14] ::gently, softly, so only Aldur can hear:: sir, take this damned thing and burn it for me, please.... ::throws the slick uniform on the floor:: [20:15] I'm out [20:15] <> [20:15] ::keeps walking:: [20:15] ...this is damn good. ::sips more:: [20:15] ::looks down at the uniform, then back up at Wallace:: I believe that's your responsibility, mister. [20:15] ::notices that his transfer request has still had no action taken on it, and frowns an un-Tollory frown:: Damnit. [20:15] ::turns to look at wallace:: [20:15] ::looks at Wergan:: you fresh from the academy? [20:15] ::nods:: Like I said, best......::notices Mouse:: [20:15] ::sighs and stands suddenly, moving swiftly to the exit:: [20:15] I'd much rather burn it while you're wearing it ::walks away:: [20:15] ::gets up and leaves the office and Sick Bay, heading back to the lounge at a rapid pace:: [20:15] ::picks up her drink and holds it in both hands, looking down at the bluish liquid vacantly:: [20:16] ::smiles grimly:: Excuse me...::picks up the third glass of ale and moves out from around the bar:: [20:16] ::passes by Wergan and Sandra, nodding:: Ensign, *sir* ... [20:16] And once it's done, I'll call it a fine start. ::turns back to the windows:: [20:16] ::nods:: I meant everything that I said today, sir; and I'd like your help to make sure that something like this doesn't ever happen again... [20:16] ::sticks her tongue out at Tollory's back:: [20:16] yes. yes, ma'am. [20:16] ::nods and continues sipping at the drink:: [20:16] ::enters the nearest lift and heads back to the lounge:: [20:16] ::Picks up the jacket again and looks about for a refuse disposal bin:: [20:17] ::walks slowly up to Mouse and looks down on her, stretching out his arm with the full glass of ale:: Freshen your drink, Mouse? [20:17] ::looks up with painful slowness:: uh? [20:17] oh, thanks. No. [20:17] ::walks over to the refuse and drops the uniform in:: [20:17] ::enters the lounge, actively seeking out the captain:: [20:18] ::looks at Wergan in wonder:: wow... I got called a ma'am... I feel important... ::grins and sticks a hand out to Wergan:: you can call me Sandra... nobody really notices me much... unless they need something fixed... [20:18] ::half grunts/sighs as he sits down beside Mouse:: You and me are kind of in the same boat, y'know... [20:18] ::continues watching Cherenkov radiation and submicroscopic particles flashing by at warp 9.7:: [20:18] ::walks over to the window the captain is at:: [20:18] ::stares at the uniform before pressing the controls that vaporize the damned thing:: [20:18] ::exhales a bit and stares at a patch on the floor:: oh? [20:18] ::stares blankly at the empty refuse bin:: time for a new start... [20:18] Sounds like my profession. ::a slight smile is managed:: [20:19] ::turns again, this time noting Tollory:: Counselor. [20:19] ::grins slightly:: She was like a mother to you, and a wife to me. That would almost make you my adopted daughter..... [20:19] ::moves quietly towards Mouse and Marahsll [20:19] :: [20:19] Captain. I'd like to know when you plan to entertain my transfer request. [20:19] ::smiles back:: you can smile... that's good, I thought your face would crack if you did... why do you cry so much? [20:19] ::looks up to Marshall slowly, her eyes piercing his:: [20:19] ::looks down again:: that's a nice thought. [20:19] I'm weak. [20:20] My mother hates me for it. [20:20] ::turns to face Tollory directly:: If you still want it, in six days. [20:20] ::gives Mouse a warm smile and puts his arm around her shoulders briefly, giving her a small, consoling hug:: [20:20] ::sees Marshall with Mouse and smiles:: [20:20] However, I would be pleased if you would stay on. [20:20] ::helps himself to another small glass of ale, knowing this will hurt him later, but it seems appropriate:: [20:20]