*** Log file opened: 11/5/01 11:01:18 PM [23:01] LTIO_Ma`Aru [~Kari@36391F10.296D6466.307E4D48.2E099BF0.rapidsys.com] has joined #USS-Coro [23:01] L2WL_Stylus [ThC@385A42DF.53886E8.3AE158FF.3D7AB5B6.ipt.aol.com] has joined #USS-Coro [23:01] havn't done this in a while... [23:02] me either O_o [23:02] Brad [garstini@34905D69.23E86861.14012855.CC59707.az.home.com] has joined #USS-Coro [23:02] Ryosei sets mode: +oo Kari L2WL_Stylus [23:02] Ryosei sets mode: +o Brad [23:02] thanks [23:02] sure thing [23:02] well I figure I need to start getting involved in my new sim something, might as well be sooner than later [23:02] Fraser [reaver@14FD58CE.12A06A62.2B24CE30.CC59707.wave.home.com] has joined #USS-Coro [23:02] Ryosei sets mode: +o Fraser [23:03] hows about a dark bar in fisher's landing? [23:03] Kath [KathJanewa@27AD84C0.4B89D8F.823CF43.6A63AEF.jan.bellsouth.net] has joined #USS-Coro [23:03] sure [23:03] Oooo, dark bars are fun [23:03] works for me [23:03] Brad sets mode: +o Kath [23:03] Sonya [~jirc@6B45BB2.1C6AD229.2B32EE69.20DB5883.itlabs.umn.edu] has joined #USS-Coro [23:04] Brad sets mode: +o Sonya [23:04] this will help me decide this characters personality, too [23:04] Savant [somewhere@2B6F2293.2AF52808.1FAF4A71.CC59707.ed.shawcable.net] has joined #USS-Coro [23:04] ::goes to sleep on the floor:: [23:04] Brad changes topic to "USS Coronado Aftersim" [23:04] Brad sets mode: +nt [23:04] Ryosei sets mode: +o Savant [23:04] ::wishes rev was here:: [23:04] ::Savant enters the bar, glancing about mildly:: [23:05] Sonya is now known as Zunite [23:05] ::glides into the bar with soft steps, his eyes scanning the room as he moves into the middle of the establishment:: [23:06] ::sits in a dark corner of an already dark bar staring at her boots, her dress uniform looking dirty and scuffed, a half-empty drink sitting on a table besides her:: [23:06] ::slips quietly in and finds a small table for one:: [23:06] Fraser is now known as Ironside [23:07] ::steps slowly into the bar, having changed into civilian attire:: [23:07] ::sits down at the bar and wishes she could order something:: [23:07] ::Savant has taken a seat at the bar, leaning against it like she was out of some movie, wearing the undershirt tank-top of her dress uniform along with her dress pants and boots, still neatly polished. She still carried that almost surreal air about her, despite being entirely un-holographic:: [23:07] L2WL_Stylus is now known as Drew_Stylus [23:07] Kath is now known as Kathleen [23:08] ::Savant nods politely at Ironside, finally turning to face the others in the room... she had been a touch melancholy earlier, but that was passing:: [23:08] ::eyes glance at everyone and he mentaly notes all he sees:: [23:08] ::orders a drink from one of the waiters and moves towards a table, nodding back at Savant:: [23:09] ::moves up to the bar, wondering what he will have:: [23:09] Quite the week we've been having, hmm? [23:10] ::slides into the seat and lets himself relax, still slightly worked up over the surprise assault:: [23:10] ::heads to bar orders irish coffee with real whiskey and heads back to table:: [23:10] ::reaches for her glass and quickly downs it, adding it to the two other empty ones sitting on the table; looks around the bar for a server and not immedietly finding one goes back to staring at her boots:: [23:10] Brad is now known as Drexler [23:10] this just isn't myday at all [23:10] ::enters as well, glancing around:: [23:10] ::goes over to Ironside's table and sits down:: it's not fair... [23:10] ::The android chuckled slightly:: I don't think that it's anyone's day today, Sir. [23:11] ::nods his thanks at the waiter, paying and tipping him with some of the coinage left over from the ship's last visit to Churchill downs:: [23:11] ::takes a sip:: Life isn't fair. [23:11] ::thinks about the selection at the bar, and picks wine, of all things. but its red wine. must be a preference thing:: Perhaps not, but to everyone, it would seem like 'their' bad day [23:11] ::She sat cross legged on the barstool beside her and agreed:: Perhaps life should come with a waiver. [23:11] yea... but everyone else is old enough to at least be able to drown their sorrows... I'm stuck with non-acholic stuff.. it doesn't work as well.. [23:12] or at least a warrenty plan [23:12] ::lowers head wondering who was the voice in my thots:: [23:12] ::She nodded in agreement with Drew:: Quite right. [23:12] ::She blinks and looks over at Zunite:: How old are you, Ma'am? [23:12] ::mummbles:: 20... [23:12] ::dimmly reaches into the only pocket in her dress uniform and removes a few coins, setting them on the edge of the table and praying that they would soon enough be replaces by full glass:: [23:12] Funny, records say you're 21... [23:12] ::arches an eyebrow:: It is not wise to 'drown one's sorrows', Zunite. A glass of scotch, however, is quite good at simply relaxing one's self. [23:13] ::nods to Ironside as he approaches, ordering a drink:: [23:13] ::takes a nice big gulp of his red wine and looks at the others in the room:: [23:13] ::nods back at Drexler, then places his drink on the table and slides it over to Zunite, nodding at the waiter for another:: [23:13] nice try Savant... but it doesn't work... believe me... I've tried... [23:13] ::smiles at Ironside:: thanks dad... [23:14] ::tilts his head slightly in a 'your welcome' and accepts another drink from the waiter:: [23:14] ::Savant chuckled and leaned forward a little:: records are easy enough to change, Ma'am. [23:14] ::sighsk, real;izing how hard it is for me:: [23:15] ::makes a quiet explosion sound, and looks up at the ceiling:: [23:15] ::shifts in his chair as Oswald calls Ironside her dad, finding that peculiar:: [23:15] ::The android leaned back a bit, eyes scanning the room, letting out an artificial sigh:: [23:15] I know Savant.. but that tends to upset people... [23:15] It does, when they find out. [23:15] parents.. captians... schoolmasters.. you name it.. they don't like it.. [23:15] ::waits a good four minutes before looking up at the table again, thankfully the transaction was made...a new glass of liqour sat waiting for her:: [23:16] well, i hope that people recognize a little good natured fun, especially in a time like this. [23:16] ::pushes back from the table and rises, patting Zunite on the head:: Just enjoy it responsibly. ::walks over to the bar, and Stylus:: [23:16] everyone needs a moral boost, might as well be optimistic [23:16] :;takes a sip of her drink:: [23:17] ::hates having been singled out all my life, not attending normal classes, having friends, all the things pple take for granted:: [23:17] ::Savant glanes over to Kari, deflating a little. Her depression was like a palpable cloud:: [23:17] it's not like I can get anymore unless someone orders it for me... [23:17] well, Ma'am, i'm 58, i can get it for you. [23:17] thanks =) [23:17] no worries ^_^ I'm not going to have any, so you might as well [23:18] ::quietly, from behind Stylus after taking a sip from his drink:: Lieutenant. [23:18] ::sips the spiked coffee:: [23:18] :;looks at Savant:; can't you get drunk? [23:18] ::takes another big gulp of his drink, finishing it, and turns around to see Ironside:: Colonel. Was there something you needed? [23:19] ::She grins a little:: Even if i could, i have a program layer that effectively nullifies my ability to express anything but mild emotions. [23:19] ::changes tables to eavesdrop, not wanting to listen the other way:: [23:19] ick [23:20] ::finishes her drink:: I think I'm going to bed now ::smiles:: [23:20] ::smirks internally, marking Stylus as a marine not strongly held to doctrine; most marines would snap to attention at his presence:: I simply wanted to welcome you to Coronado's marine contingent...such as it is right now. I'm afraid I did not have the chance to do so before the...unfortunate events of today. [23:20] ah, it isn't so bad Ma'am. It's an improvement... the last time that my moderation layer was disabled fully, , i nearly killed several people. [23:20] ah ^_^ well, sleep tight Ma'am. [23:21] ::slids the drink slowly over the table until it is directly under her, stares into it for a moment, feeling a slightly nauseous:: [23:21] ::feels tears:: [23:21] ::nods:: Thank you, sir. It is an honor to be here with the Coronado crew. I only hope I can do some good. [23:21] night ::goes over to Ironside and hugs him and then leaves:: [23:22] Lieutenant Commander Drexler, tactical. ::offers hand to the Marine:: [23:22] ::Savant sits back, her back pressed against the bar, looking at the sparse crowd. The mood was quite dim:: [23:22] ::wipes a tear off my cheek and sips the coffee:: [23:22] ::wonmders why I even came:: [23:22] ::gives his daughter a light hug back, awkwardly with a drink and in front of Stylus, then draws his mouth into a small, sad smile:: I do believe that we might need such good in the coming months. ::pauses:: You've transferred from...the MacArthur? I apologize, but with the move from Coronado and the lack of my personal database, I haven't received every transfer form yet. [23:23] <> [23:23] Zunite [~jirc@6B45BB2.1C6AD229.2B32EE69.20DB5883.itlabs.umn.edu] has quit IRC (Leaving: Leaving) [23:23] ::glances at Drexler:: Andrew Stylus...marine pilot. friends call me Drew. course, I haven't made any here yet, but thats ok. ::smiles:: [23:23] ::Savant gets up and plucks a cloth napkin from the counter, going over to Kathleen and placing it in front of her:: [23:23] ::nods to Zunite:: Good evening, commander. [23:23] ::gazes out the window, thinking of anywhere far away:: [23:23] Thanks [23:24] ::leaves it on the table:: [23:24] ::winces very slightly, waiting for the feeling to pass. Gives it another good thirty seconds then sips experimentally on her fourth drink:: [23:24] of course Ma'am ^_^ ::She pats Kathleen on the shoulder gently:: Feel better soon.. things will improve, don't worry. [23:24] ::nods to Ironside:: yes thats right. I just arrived a couple days ago [23:24] It isnt that...I'm fine...sort of.... [23:25] It's me [23:25] What's wrong? [23:25] And this will never change [23:25] I am tired of being a project [23:25] ::Savant can't help but chuckle:: You and me both. [23:25] ::gets his drink, something clear, and takes a sip quietly:: [23:25] ::nods to himself:: Both of my previous Spectre wing leaders have been re-assigned, so I'm left with the problem of filling their positions in the Thunderbirds and the Thundercats. Is there a specific wing that you had an interest in leading, Lieutenant? [23:26] You don't understand, you couldn't [23:26] and i'm sure that you couldn't understand where i'm coming from, either. does the path matter as much as the destination, in this case? [23:26] Due to personal interest entirely, the Thundercats seem much more appealing [23:27] Why does fleet command take babies before they are born as exoeriuments? [23:27] <> [23:27] ::smiles slightly:: Personal interest, Lieutenant? [23:27] Because there are some rather... unscrupulous elements within Fleet command. [23:27] Neveer mind::looks away very ashamed of being me:: [23:28] Cats, sir. Its about cats. hence, the name Thundercats is slightly more appealing to me. [23:28] no reason to be embarrassed, Ma'am ^_^ I'm a living experiment myself. Technically i'm property of Starfleet. There's nothing to be ashamed about. [23:28] ::tears falling freely on my cheeks:: [23:28] Ah ::chuckles lightly:: I do hope you're not planning on keeping a feline in the barracks. ::grins:: [23:28] Of course not [23:28] But I won't ever have a normal life [23:29] keeping a cat, and liking them are to totally different ballgames [23:29] ::Savant nudges the cloth towards her again:: I don't even know the definition of one. [23:29] ::continues to sip on her drink until this one is also half- empty, then pushes the glass away, returning to her intensive studying of her footwear:: [23:29] I cant enjoy a relationship with someone who would love me for what I am [23:29] ::listens to the marines converse, but keeps his gaze on the drink, no doubt a little tired:: [23:30] neither can i. That doesn't have to stop you from being happy. [23:30] ::nods:: Agreed. Very well, consider yourself the new squadron leader for the TF-119 Thundercats, Lieutenant. [23:30] that's just it i have never been happy [23:30] Much thanks, sir. I won't let you down out there. [23:31] that's all a state of mind, i believe. Happiness isn't controlled by your physical environment or situation. [23:31] I'm sure you won't, Lieutenant. ::finishes his drink and leaves it on the bar, nodding a goodnight to Stylus and heading for the bar exit:: [23:31] ah, but who am i to say ^_^ I'm just a program. [23:31] I tired being happy and something always spoils the mood [23:31] ::Savant nods politely to Ironside as he heads off:: [23:32] ::takes another quiet, introspective sip of the drink:: [23:32] <> [23:32] ::returns the Colonels nod and sits back down at the bar, leaning back in his chair:: [23:32] ((seeya!)) [23:32] <> [23:32] <> [23:32] Ironside [reaver@14FD58CE.12A06A62.2B24CE30.CC59707.wave.home.com] has left #USS-Coro [23:32] then don't let them. Like i said, it's a state of mind. [23:32] my parents claim to love me but... [23:33] The only thing saving me now is our being so far away from fleet command's reach [23:33] then perhaps now is the time to excersize your new freedom, so that when you return, they can't get their hands back on you. [23:33] ::nods to the Marine pilot, then leaves as well:: [23:33] otherwise I am sure they would be begging the co to find some excuse to let me take a leave to serve in some project for them [23:33] Drexler is now known as Brad [23:34] I don't think that's possible Savant [23:34] ::glances around, not seeing any other marines:: and then there was one... [23:34] ::Savant leans back and smirks at Drew's comment:: [23:34] ::she pats the table by Kathleen:: Anything is possible, Ma'am. You're talking to a computer program right now, after all. [23:35] ::thinks:: gee I hope I'm not forshadowing anything there [23:35] and you are talking to a geneticlyy altered psi whatevewr they call me [23:36] I stole my bio cube before we got launched out here [23:36] just another person when you get down to it Ma'am ^_^ [23:36] I am hacking into it to find out just what they did do to me [23:36] i can help, if you like. [23:36] thanks [23:37] its just a matter of peeling off the codes one layer at a time [23:37] i've got a bit of a talent for that sort of thing ^_^ [23:37] me too [23:37] I used to do it in school [23:37] stealing exam answers [23:37] ObsDaren [ccatt@9B184F5.13919CB5.3231975E.CC59707.24.lvcm.com] has joined #USS-Coro [23:38] ::her faces turns even more sour, and, after a few failed attemps, manages to get a firm grasp of her glass, downing the remainder quickly:: [23:38] the teachers didnt like it but they let me get away with it [23:38] ::chuckles:: well, i'm sure that the security protocols on a data cube are pretty solid in comparison. [23:38] they really are fragile [23:39] i thought so too until I started working my way in [23:39] if you think of it that way, i suppose ^_^ [23:39] (q) empires of the industrial galaxy... [23:39] i mean that the security protocols are quite solid. [23:39] I would have been through by now, but I had to hide my efforts from Janeway or I would have gotten busted big time [23:39] oh? [23:39] thats the funny part [23:40] command is egotistical [23:40] (q)you weary giants of flesh and steel [23:40] ::Savant glances over at Drew again, noting the quotes:: [23:40] they think they are so secure, but they are very weak in protocol codes [23:40] (q)the new generation, comes from cyberspace... [23:40] (q) the New home of the -Mind- [23:41] they use a lot of substitution algorithms [23:41] ::fumbels around in her pockets.....didn't there used to be only one??....searching for more money:: [23:41] ::takes a sip of his wine, and wonders a moment:: crazy theories [23:41] they do. I'm trying to get them to change their procedures, but it's a slow process. [23:41] it's all too easy [23:42] I am beefing up the codes in the science computer [23:42] oh? Well, when you get the Captain to approve an algorhythm change, you let me know ^_- [23:42] I realized when the pfhor could read us like an open book we were in deep trouble [23:43] was I supposed to? [23:43] Ryosei [somewhere@2B6F2293.2AF52808.1FAF4A71.CC59707.ed.shawcable.net] has left #USS-Coro [23:43] oooops [23:43] ah, yes, Ma'am. Algorhythm changes require command authorization [23:43] well there are sectiuons of science he cant read then [23:43] so i just wont tell him [23:43] . . . [23:43] :) [23:44] Ma'am, you do realize that *i* am a senior officer as well, right? [23:44] ::failing to find anything, and after the room goes into and comes out of focus a number of times, she decideds that it would be a good time for a nap. She falls forward onto the table, causing it to shake violently, and sending one of the glasses precariously close to the edge:: [23:44] ::nods:: [23:44] i'll have to tell him, i'm afraid... [23:44] I'll give you the codes and you can translate for him [23:44] sure [23:44] ::blinks at Kari:: hmmm, interesting. oh well [23:44] actually... just leave them as is, Ma'am. I'd like to figure them out my- ::blinks and looks over at Kari:: [23:44] He'll bust me to ens but, it would be nothing new [23:45] but i didnt want the pfhor getting my experiments [23:45] excuse me a moment, Ma'am? [23:45] sure [23:45] ::Savant stands and goes voer to Kari, peering at the unconscious woman carefully:: [23:45] perhaps poking her with a sharp stick would wake her ::shrugs:: just a thought [23:46] ::sips the coffee, closing my eyes and thinking about what a huge mistake I just made:: [23:46] ::Savant said quietly:: Ma'am? Are you awake? [23:46] ::lies motionless across the table, a slight smile barely visible across her lips in her drunken slummber:: [23:47] ::She chuckles a little and glances about the room before very gently and carefully picking up the sleeping woman, with suprising tenderness:: [23:48] ::vagely aware of something happening as she awakens slightly:: huuhwhaa? [23:48] so clueless [23:49] ::The android set her down again, this time in a booth, where Kari could stretch out and get some sleep without making an imprint of the table on her face:: [23:49] Sorry, Ma'am, didn't mean to wake you ^_^ [23:50] ::slowly streches out until her head rests against the wooden edge of the booth:: [23:51] ::The android smiled a faint smile before moving to sit down at the bar stool she had abandoned earlier:: sleep tight, ma'am. [23:52] ::realizes I would be alone again so I abandon the lounge for an attempt at sleep[ myself:: [23:52] Kathleen [KathJanewa@27AD84C0.4B89D8F.823CF43.6A63AEF.jan.bellsouth.net] has quit IRC (Leaving: When one is alone it doesnt help to rub it in by ignopring them further, at least say hi andmaybe give them a smile even if you don't care to be around them.) [23:55] two consious people left. odd [23:55] how's that, Sir? [23:55] I see no others actually awake, do you? [23:56] i can see that, i just don't know how it's odd, Sir ^_^ [23:56] jsut a word I picked at random. no actual meaning behind it [23:57] ah ^_^ I see. [23:57] odd. [23:57] exactly [23:59] so, sir, what's your take on current events? [00:01] my take? hmmm, well lets see. [00:02] bunch of people got shot up...soem punkass aliens think they can dictate our actions. I suppose its a classic senario, in a way, though unique at the same time. ::nods, thinking:: Nothing good, though. [00:05] interesting. ::she nods:: [00:05] What about you? [00:05] I think that we are in one of the largest concieveable traps that one could imagine. [00:06] Perhaps. stuck in the middle of an air-tight, blood stained, killing zone from which we may or may not escape [00:06] or is that just me? [00:06] That's not quite what i mean, Sir. But i agree. [00:07] What you must understand is, steriotypically, as a marine I'm expected to think in such ways. but thats ok, I'll jsut fake it. [00:08] ::She smiles:: And, as an intelligence agent, i'm expected to think in certain ways as well. Isn't diversity wonderful? [00:08] better than density, if you know what I mean ::frowns:: [00:09] Agreed. [00:10] I realise something though...I never got a name from you. I'm Drew, and you are? [00:10] I'm Savant ^_^ pleased to meet you [00:11] Indeed. Tis good to meet new people. Adds variety [00:12] True. ::she looked about the sleeping room:: though, variety in snores wasn't what i had expected [00:14] of course not. a rather dull selection, if oyu ask me. but you play the hand you're delt [00:17] ObsDaren [ccatt@9B184F5.13919CB5.3231975E.CC59707.24.lvcm.com] has quit IRC (Leaving: ) [00:31] <> [00:31] ((I think -_-)) [00:31] <<::nods:: in that case, g'night all>> [00:31] *** Disconnected *** *** Log file closed: 11/6/01 12:31:28 AM