Session Start: Mon Jun 10 20:39:20 2002
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*** Topic is '=/\= Coro - Aftersim =/\= Aka the aftermath... 10-15 minutes after 
the sim'
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<LMCC_Prescot> weeeee
<Savant> orroooooo
<LCTC_Drexler> wakka wakka
<LCTC_Drexler> err, wokka wokka
<Savant> zoopa..... zoopa....
<LCIO_Ma`Aru> bork bork bork
<LMCC_Prescot> batang suu boing!
<Savant> niiiii woooo BOP
<LCTC_Drexler> mmmm bop... shoo bop bop
<LCIO_Ma`Aru> icky icky patang
<Savant> dookooo dookooo
<LCTC_Drexler> And since Daren earned his promo to capt. I wonder who it will 
be.:P
<LMCC_Prescot> eeeooowwwwooop eeeeooowoooop
<LMWL_Serrold> hehehe - I'm more curious as to who takes over at XO IC  ;)
<Savant> doki doki
* Savant too ^_-
<Savant> ooo, me me!
<LCTC_Drexler> lol!
<LCTC_Drexler> That'd work for me.  Savant's already established herself as a 
woman of the people.
<Savant> though, would you want to work for the latest version of the Microsoft 
Works paperclip guy? ^_-
<LMCC_Prescot> cept when she gets hit by biosoftware :/
<Savant> hey, i know bioware guys, they're mostly good guys :p
<LCTC_Drexler> ;lol.
<LCTC_Drexler> LOL!
<Savant> serrold's less than desireable position - currently holding ankles and 
bracing
<LCTC_Drexler> roflmao
<LCTC_Drexler> roflmao
<Savant> sorry ^_-
<LCIO_Ma`Aru> hehe
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*** LMWL_Serrold is now known as Aggie
*** LCTC_Drexler is now known as Drexler
*** LCIO_Ma`Aru is now known as Kari
<Savant> 10 or 15 before we start?
<Drexler> ya
<Kari> thats fine
<Savant> cool
<Drexler> Let's decide what we're going to be doing.
<Savant> okie
<Savant> presim obviously
<Aggie> it'll have to be before the sim
<Aggie> heh
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<Savant> lounge? elsewhere?
<Aggie|AFK> brb
<Savant> awright
<Kari> ohh, how about the Luge?
<Savant> luge? that's dangerous o_o
<Drexler> lol
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<Savant> we haven't started yet
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<Savant> where do you want it to be?
<Alffred> What's the plan for this after sim?
<Savant> it'll be a presim, obviously
<Drexler> we're discussing it.
<Savant> other than that no ideas yet
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<Alffred> Presim sounds fun. I can play Bentall that way.
<Savant> why no bentall otherwise?
<Alffred> He's left the ship sometime during the repairs to go take command of 
blackrazor. :)
<Savant> oh, right ^_^
<Savant> so, lounge? holodeck? rec hall? elsewhere? maybe an event on board?
<Alffred> Lounge before hand. Bentall's going away party? :)
<Drexler> lol.
<Savant> i dunno if we do farewell parties well... events prolly aren't a good 
idea
<Drexler> We don't have enough people for that.
<Alffred> I was kidding. :)
<Drexler> Nah, it's a good idea, but not something we can do with just a few 
casual people.  blargh.
<Drexler> We've done the lounge three straight times, I think.
<Alffred> :)
<Savant> let's do a few days beforehand perhaps? and somewhere new
<Savant> holodeck beach is always there. Or the rec hall
<Aggie> Well, Serrold's got this new arm... I know he'll likely be on the Rec 
Deck
<Savant> well, there you go then ^_^
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<Prescot> so now we have the place....
<Kari> daily show break...going to grab a soda, brb
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<Serrold> actually... I'm pretty tired... I think I might be crashing soon...
<Savant> d'oh., back
<Savant> really? damn -_- we have to do a log sometime
<Serrold> *yawns* I might be able to stick around for a bit.
<Savant> up to you ^_^
<Savant> we can do it later, or over eMail, if you prefer
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<Savant> so shall we?
<Serrold> I think we're waiting on Kari, aren't we?
<Savant> ah, yes
<Drexler> mow mow chikka
<Savant> we can start and she can come in later, i guess ^_^
<Kari> I've been back....
<Drexler> God forbid Christian not have someone to flirt with. ;)
<Fraser> ROFL
<Savant> 8:o
<Kari> sorry, working on a few things..
<Kari> =p
<Savant> anyways, on that note i guess we can start; you joining us Fras?
<Fraser> What's going on? :-)
<Serrold> Rec Deck, presim
<Savant> we're in the rec hall... boxing or swimming or whatever. A few days 
before todays' sim
<Fraser> Ooooh, boxing.
<Drexler> any marine vs. Serrold ;)
<Fraser> Can I beat Serrold up like Lewis beat up Tyson? ;-)
<Savant> sure ^_-
<Serrold> Uh... 
<Fraser> ::grins::
<Prescot> LOL!
* Serrold reconfigures his mechanical hand to the "one-punch knockout" mode.
<Savant> i want to see what happens when Serrold realizes that a mechanically 
strengthened bionic arm is great.. until you realize it's attached to a body 
just as weak as before. don't pull too hard or you'll break your ribs ^_-
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<Drexler> Just in case. :P
<Savant> ja vold
<Serrold> ============SIM START============
<Serrold> ::throws punch after punch into the boxing dummy::
<Savant> ::Savant was standing in front of a small punching bag, battering it 
with a quick repetition of punches. She was wearing uniform slacks and boots, 
but a grey tank top instead of the usual uniform::
<Drexler> ::enters the recreational deck, looking dark and moody::
<Savant> ::The programs' voice lilted over to Drexler, though the hologram 
didn't seem to notice his entry:: Good afternoon, Sieven
<Serrold> ::cocks back and launches a punch that lands so hard that hte dummy 
loses its head::
<Kari> ::sits on a old couch in the recroom, looking over a PADD and grumbling 
quietly about the computers 'suggestion' that she spend some time in the rec 
room::
<Drexler> ::looks around and walks back to the locker area::   Greetings, 
Savant.  How are you?
<Prescot> ::stands off at a corner, off duty clothing consisting of slacks and a 
black long undershirt with light chainmail on the outside...  attacking a 
holoprojection again and again with a sword::
*** Fraser is now known as Gregg
<Savant> ::It was Savant, of course, who had put that suggestion into Kari's 
queue, but apparently the suggestion had little impact::
<Serrold> ::stops and looks down at his bionic arm:: This could be 
interesting...
<Savant> ::Again, Savant replied to Serrold but the hologram didn't change 
tact:: Why's that Sir?
<Gregg> ::becomes noticible, jumping rope on a mat near the side of the 
gymnasium, but seemingly moments ago was not there::
<Serrold> ::glances at Savant:: Assuming I ever get back on duty, what Pfhor 
bastard would be able to face something like this?
<Prescot> ::dodges to the side as the hologram swings at him, thrusting forward, 
as the blade peirces the holoprojection it disapates::
<Serrold> ::flexes the fingers on his hand::
<Serrold> ::stares at the deck:: But what woman would respond to so cold a touch 
as this?
<Savant> ::She didn't stop punching, nor did her lips move, but the holograms' 
eyes glanced over at Serrold beside her. The responce was uncommonly brusque:: 
You get used to it.
<Drexler> ::walks over to Savant, watching her::  Is there a technique you need 
to practice, Savant?  
<Serrold> ::nods slowly and looks around the Rec Deck:: Maybe... I dunno... I 
don't think I wanna get used to it.
<Gregg> ::keeps perfect time, the jumping rope creating a rythmic beat on the 
deck as his legs pump alternatively in the air::
<Kari> ::Stretchs and turns sideways, swinging her legs around to lay on the 
couch, glancing around the rec room::
<Savant> ::She beamed at Drexler:: I can't think of anything i don't have a 
preset for, Sieven.. i do this mostly to give myself thinking time.
<Prescot> ::breathes heavily for a moment or two before inhaling deeply then 
letting it out, looking around to see a group having formed::
<Serrold> ::wanders off to find a towel and a shower::
<Drexler> Wouldn't a quiet room be less distracting?  Or is the distraction you 
are seeking?
<Savant> distraction? Why would any of you distract me?
<Drexler> ... you said you need thinking time.  Do you not think constantly?
<Drexler> ::seems lost now::
<Gregg> ::works his arms as well, crossing and uncrossing them as he jumps, 
never touching or missing a leap over the rope::
<Serrold> ::steps into the sonic shower, allowing the sound waves to clean his 
body and his clothes::
<Savant> That I do ^_^ You're quite right.
<Savant> I was being colloquial. I don't need the hologram to be doing anything 
right now, i bring it here when i'm working on other topics.
<Serrold> ::exits the shower, feeling a little better but still wanting 
something - a smoothie, perhaps::
<Drexler> ::looks at her, avoiding the excuse::   You are a social creature, 
Savant.  You don't need to hide that.
<Serrold> ::steps lightly to the Rec Deck's small cafe and orders up a 
strawberry-banana smoothie and a small orange juice::
<Savant> ::she turned her head from the punching bag, but didn't stop or slow 
down:: That I am Sieven. However, I'm a social creature with many 
responsibilities.
<Serrold> ::raises an eyeborw as he catches a glimpse of Major Gregg:: Well, 
I'll be damned... he does still exiist...
<Drexler> ::leans in a little closer, quietly::  What I mean is, you do not have 
to uphold your facade of being an unfeeling entity around me.  
<Savant> ::Her smile widened:: It isn't so easy, Sieven, but I do appreciate the 
gesture. To be honest, i'm not feeling too abd right now.
<Savant> ((bad, even))
<Gregg> ::stops on a jump and collects the rope before the last swing is 
completed, moving over and placing it on the rack before removing a pair of 
adjustable gravity weights and beginning to exercise with them::
<Serrold> ::moves across the Rec Deck to a lounging area so that he can cool 
down after his workout::
<Savant> ::Savant turned her scanners to Gregg at Craigs' commentabout him.... 
she was always a bit confused about the man. Everyone seemed to treat him 
oddly::
<Serrold> ::shakes his head as he passes Gregg:: Don't kill yourself, old man.
<Drexler> That's good to hear. ::still looks darker than normal, maybe a sign of 
the times.  He glances over at the others around him, as if appraising the deck 
of its value.::
<Savant> how about yourself?
<Kari> ::turns back towards the PADD, glancing ocassionlly at Craig though 
trying to be as Discreet as possible::
<Serrold> ::catches sight of Kari and feels an ache in his chest as he thinks 
about going over to her::
<Drexler> ::looks back to Savant, shrugging::   I'm here and clear-headed.  I 
suppose that translates into feeling well.
<Serrold> ::shakes his head and moves to a more distant couch where he sits and 
sips on his smoothie and OJ::
<Prescot> ::comes out of his semi-meditative trance and looks around for a 
second or two then spies serrold off on a distant couch and begins to walk over 
to him::
<Gregg> ::doesn't appear to hear Serrold or care about his comment, as he 
continues with his workout routine::
<Savant> how remarkably abstract, Sieven, i' proud of you ^_^ you seem a bit 
down however.
<Serrold> ::leans back and closes his eyes, taking several deep breaths::
<Kari> ::sees Craig moving away and taps her fingers slowly across the bottom of 
the PADD in agitation"
<Kari> ::
<Prescot> ::comes up on Serrold, sheathing his sword::  may I join you?
<Drexler> ::offers Savant a brief smile::  Down?  Maybe a little.  The source is 
elusive, though.
<Serrold> ::glances up at Prescot:: You come to stare at the Southpawed freak, 
too, eh?
<Savant> well, i hope it surfaces soon. I can't imagine what it's like, but it 
must be frustrating.
<Prescot> no...  ::raises a brow::  I did come here to ask how you are dealing 
with that
<Gregg> ::finishes with the gravity weights and returns them to the rack, moving 
back onto the mat and closing his eyes for a moment before entering into what 
appears to be a Tai Chi workout routine::
<Serrold> ::swallows tightly:: Well... uh... thanks... ::waves the artificial 
hand at the seat:: Have a seat.  I'm doing well, I suppose.
<Prescot> ::sits down::  did you honestly think I came here to mock you?
<Serrold> ::smirks:: You haven't seen the looks, haven't caught people gawking 
at you.
<Savant> ::Savants' hands drop as the hologram finishes that routine, the 
punching bag still swinging wildly a few times before settling::
<Prescot> ::snorts::  ye thinkst I hath always talked so well??
<Prescot> <<urk, I need to read shakespeare...  that was horrible>>
<Serrold> ::chuckles:: Okay, okay.  Point taken.  Still... this is a little more 
obvious - both to them and to me.
<Savant> ((ye thinkst i hast always spake so eloquent?))
<Prescot> <<aye good sir>>
<Drexler> Frustrating yes.  But it's becoming more manageable.
<Prescot> ::shakes his head::  I suppose...  but would you prefer the 
alternative?
<Gregg> ::smoothly and effortlessly swings his hands and legs through the air in 
fluid motions, the graceful manouevers appearing incredibly natural::
<Serrold> No arm?  Probably not.  ::casts his glance at Kari, a sad smile upon 
his lips::
<Savant> well, that's delightful to hear, i'm glad ^_^ ::The hologrma actually 
spoke this time, the voice coming from her instead of from some abstract 
location:: are you still getting aid for that particular problem?
<Prescot> ::looks over were hes staring at::  what does she think of all this 
hmm?  she think less of you?
<Drexler> ::nods, turning to watch others workout or talk and such::  That will 
soon end, too, I hope.
<Prescot> as Im sure you know I dont
<Serrold> ::chuckles:: I'm not even sure how much she thoughtof me before.  
::looks over at Prescot::  I mean, I've always been pretty much of a self-
centered asshole when it came to women.
<Savant> with resolve, i'm sure it will.
<Prescot> and you believe you are beyond help?
<Kari> ::grumbles slightly to herself, flipping through different pages on her 
PADD::
<Serrold> ::stares long and hard at his prosthetic::  No one's beyond help.  I 
guess these past few days have shown me that I've got more than just myself to 
think about.
<Drexler> ::watches Gregg from across the deck and inquires of Savant:: What is 
that called, again?  It's Terran, right?
<Prescot> do you think shed be willing to help you?
<Savant> it's called "tai chi", quite a good meditative technique.
<Gregg> ::balances delicately on the balls of his feet as he continues through 
the routine; the mezmorizing routine drawing a few watchers from time to time::
<Drexler> Indeed.  I will learn it.   ... erm.  ::looks back to Savant::  I will 
research it, anyway.
<Prescot> <<::drexler looks over at Savant::  I know Tai Chi...>>
<Serrold> Duty is my life.  At least, when I'm given the chance.  Women - her - 
she - well - I dunno.  I've never really thought of women as anything more than 
- well, women.  But her - she's treated me kindly, even when I've been my usual 
assinine self.
<Drexler> <<LOL. :)>>
<Gregg> << ::leans over:: Show me>>
<Savant> ::Savant loaded up an appropriate preset, and the hologram fluidly 
moved into an elaborate tai chi stance::it's rather easy once one gathers the 
right amount of self control
<Drexler> ... control.  ::trails off, watching Gregg some more, looking at 
Savant's positioning, as well::
<Savant> ::Savant, in fact, was mirroring Greggs' stance and pattern almost 
perfectly::
<Gregg> ::completes the routine and remains frozen in the final position, the 
soft expansion and contraction of his chest the only indication that he is not 
frozen in time::
<Prescot> ::nods::  sounds like shed be a great friend to you at this time
<Savant> ::She finishes at the same time, but doesn't bother simulating 
breathing; she's entirely still::
<Serrold> ::rubs ightly at the stubble on his chin and jaw:: People who get 
close to me - they wind up hurt.  It's the way it is.  I don't want that for 
her.  Because she HAS been a great friend.
<Drexler> ::looks at Savant::   Interesting, anyway.
<Gregg> ::smoothly straightens and resumes his normal stance, moving towards the 
locker rooms to shower and change::
<Serrold> ::sighs:: Maybe... ::smiles tiredly at Kari, his eyes dancing 
mischeviously::
<Savant> ::she straightens and grins:: it is, quite. Relaxing, i'm told
<Kari> ::Sighs, standing and flipping the PADD in the air, letting it spin end-
over-end a few times before catching it again. Starts to meander slowly around 
the supprisingly large perimiter of the rec area::
<Savant> i can teach you sometime, if you'd like ^_^
<Drexler> Perhaps you will show me a condensed, accelerated form some time.
<Prescot> ::sees him looking over at her and grins::  best of luck my friends...  
my door is always open, but I must be off now
<Serrold> ::stands and nods:: Yes, thank you.
<Savant> it sounds a lovely idea ^_^
<Drexler> I am nearly through reviewing and preparing to restart my ... 
training.
<Serrold> ::moves off towards Kari, hoping to catch up with her before she 
leaves::
<Drexler> I showed you some of it.
<Drexler> I am remembering more.
<Prescot> <<getting booted...  see ya all lateR!>>
<Drexler> <<bai!>>
<Savant> ((seeya!))
<Savant> how interesting; what else have you found out?
<Drexler> I need you to confirm something please.
<Savant> of course ^_^
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<Kari> ::pauses near the back of the room for a moment to watch a trio of 
security guards running on treadmills::
<Drexler> ... however, it will have to wait until my dose wears off.
<Serrold> ::nears Kari:: Commander - Karissa!
<Gregg> ::emerges from the locker room in uniform, slowly making his way around 
the gym unnoticed, but 'people watching' nonetheless::
<Drexler> ... but perhaps.  ::closes his eyes and tries to focus::  
<Kari> ::turns, smilling:: Craig...how are you doing?
<Savant> ::Savant glanced at Gregg again, noting his odd presence in the room. 
Most of the time people noticed one another on a fundamental but unconscious 
level. not so with him::
<Savant> ::she smiled and listenend to Drexler, letting him go at his own pace::
<Serrold> ::catches the wraith-like form of Major Gregg out of the corner of his 
eye and makes a note never to cross swords with the strange older man::
<Serrold> ::smiles:: Um, I'm - Well, obviously I've been - uh, well, better.
<Serrold> ::raises his hand and flexes the fingers::
<Kari> Heh, I suppose that wasn't the best of questions...
<Drexler> ::Sieven's shirt momentarily began to move as if disturbed by a 
breeze, but he quickly opened his eyes, lurching forward, taking a short gasp.::  
Okay..  nevermind.  Not now.
<Serrold> ::chuckles:: Could have been worse - you could have asked me how my 
shifts have been going.  ::frowns::
<Savant> ::She caught him as she almost lost balance, the simluation good enough 
that she seemed a regular human at the moment:: Are you all right Sieven?
<Drexler> I'm... just spooking myself is all.  
<Savant> and myself. What were you trying to do?
<Gregg> ::sits down quietly in a corner, crosslegged and watches as a group of 
marines enters for a training regimen::
<Drexler> Trying to demonstrate something, but ...   this isn't the place.  Or 
the time.  ::glances over at a chronometer on the wall::   In a few hours 
perhaps.
<Savant> all right ^_^ it's a date then. You've gotten me curious.
<Kari> ::frowns a little:: You should come up to the bridge sometime, for a 
pilot you are surprisingly good at analysis
<Serrold> ::smiles:: Mom and Dad are both scientists.  They taught me how to 
observe the world around me.  And how to read what I see.
<Serrold> ::looks away, sadly:: As for joining you on the bridge, I'd love to, 
but I've been restricted from duty for the time being.
<Kari> They arn't letting you on the bridge?
<Drexler> ::looks at Savant::   Yes, well...   I am curious, too.
<Serrold> Rec Deck, Holodecks, Seventh Heaven, all the usual spots that would be 
open to non-Starfleet personnel.
<Savant> ::She smiled:: it must be exciting
<Serrold> Everything else is offlimits.  I can't even get up to see my fighters 
right now.
<Drexler> I don't know yet.
<Drexler> There's something ominous about it.
<Savant> what about it?
<Kari> That's insane, it's not like you are trying to subvert control of the 
ship
<Drexler> But I'll show you... later.  When the drug has worn off.
<Gregg> ::watches as the marines begin to train and begins critiquing them in 
his mind, as he normally does during the routines he watches; cataloguing 
officers' strengths and weaknesses to work on and to use during combat 
operations::
<Serrold> I've been suspended from duty, suspended from my life.  And until they 
return it to me, there's very little I can do about it.
<Savant> i wish there was something i could show you of equal value... i feel 
i'm not holding up my end of the relationship ^_^
<Kari> Heh, you always have those Starfleet simulations on the holodeck that 
everyone used to play as a kid...
<Kari> ::grimces slightly, wishes she hadn't said that about halfway through 
saying it::
<Serrold> ::smirks:: Yeah, just what I always wanted - to go play Captain Kirk 
on the holodeck.
<Drexler> ::smiles::   But you are just by enduring me.  ::Sieven swung his 
right foot up to tap the punching bag nearby.::   
<Serrold> ::pats Kari on the arm, understanding that she meant well::
<Savant> oh, you're far form that, Sieven; i don't chat with people i don't 
honestly like
<Drexler> ::He held his foot suspended in contact with the punching bag, and 
glances at Savant::  Self-control, hmm?  I think I'm beginning to experience 
that.  
<Drexler> <<glances = glanced>>
<Kari> ::glances around for a moment, trying to think of a way to change the 
subject: So...heard anything recently from Fel?
<Savant> ::She smiles:: So few organics have it, i've found.
<Drexler> ::He still maintained the position, not flinching.::   I'm finding it 
to be something that I must've learned in my youth, because it's returning to me 
naturally.  The drug now is only a precaution.  I don't want to lose control.
<Serrold> She hasn't been returning my messages.  Which, for someone who claimed 
that she wanted to help me, is rather odd.
<Savant> ::she chuckled a little:: Afraid of losing control of your self 
control?
<Drexler> Indeed.  ::he swung the suspended foot down and pivoted, snapping a 
sharp kick into the bag::   
<Kari> I have some leave time coming up...maybe we could get a shuttle and pay 
her a visit...
<Savant> impressive ^_^ you've got quite improved muscular control. New grasp of 
your nervous system?
<Drexler> Suppression of will.
<Drexler> The drug actually inhibits that.
<Drexler> ::sits on the mat::
<Serrold> ::chuckles:: I have some other ideas of what to do with leave time -
<Serrold> ::goes pale white, not believing his own words::
<Drexler> I have to suppress my will to obey gravity.  Somehow it obeys.
<Drexler> <<err...>>
<Drexler> <<somehow it... uhh... word...>>>
<Drexler> <<"Somehow it happens." I guess.  blargh.>>
<Savant> ::she grins, and the hologram decides that it's had enough with gravity 
for the moment and floats a few inches off of the ground:: physics is such a 
troublesome thing, don't you think?
<Drexler> ::grins::   Yes.  I'm finding it to be a bit more philosohpical 
though.
<Savant> and what new philosophies have you found?
<Kari> ::smirks:: You mean a long trip in a shuttle dosn't sound like fun?
<Drexler> Everything is a state of mind.  
<Serrold> ::looks around helplessly:: 
<Savant> how delightfully zen ^_^
<Serrold> It - um - it sounds really great, actually.  But I was thinking that 
there were better places to go than out to Swiftsure, whereever she is.
<Drexler> ::stands and looks at Savant::  You are a perfect manifestation of 
this.
<Savant> I wish i were the perfect picture you think I am, but thank you ^_^
<Drexler> In terms of controlling your environment... you are
<Kari> Ahh, I see. You, uh, have anything particular in mind?
<Savant> well, I suppose one could see it that way ^_^
<Drexler> ::whispers to her::  That is where I must train.
<Serrold> ::takes her hand in his natural hand:: I understand that Taer is 
pretty secluded this time of year.
<Savant> in here?
<Drexler> I mean, that is what I need to perfect.  Environmental manipulation.
<Drexler> It's taboo.
<Savant> why is it tabboo?
<Drexler> ::looks at her:: I don't know.
<Savant> well, given your species' past, i can understand the taboo ^_^
<Drexler> ::cocks his head to the side::  How do you mean?
<Savant> you seem to have a close relationship to the borg, one of rather 
intense dislike. The borg seem to craft their lives on altering their 
environment and themselves to suit their goal.
<Kari> That sounds...nice, I havn't been anywhere secluded in years
<Savant> given your opposition to them, it follows that you'd want to avoid the 
same.
<Drexler> ... indeed.  But ...   ::trails off::  Nevermind.
<Savant> but what?
<Drexler> I'll explain later.
<Serrold> ::smiles:: Of course, you have all those Taerans lying around.  But 
they're all comatose, so it'd be like we were alone.  
<Savant> fair enough ^_^
<Kari> ::laughs:: That could be amusing, did you ever go cow tipping as a youth?
<Serrold> Cow what?
<Gregg> ::having absorbed what he feels is necessary from the marines training, 
rises from his crosslegged position and exits the gymnasium::
<Gregg> <<'night people :-)>>
<Savant> ::She glances at Gregg and smiles politely::
<Savant> ((night!))
*** Gregg has quit IRC (Leaving: "I take a chocolate drink, I take a whiskey 
drink, and when I need to pee, I use the kitchen sink," - Homer J. Simpson)
<Kari> Heh, before we moved out of New Guinea I remeber a group of older kids 
would occasionlly go out to a field and push the sleeping cows over
<Drexler> I'll catch you later, Savant.  Thank you.  ::heads out::
<Savant> have a good evening, Sir.. i'll catch up with you later.
<Serrold> ::frowns:: And that's fun?
*** Drexler is now known as Brad
<Kari> ::shrug:: It seemed that way at the time...
<Serrold> ::smiles:: I can think of plenty of things that'll be fun now.
<Kari> ::smiles as well:: I'm glad you feel that way Craig
<Serrold> ::takes a long slow breath and takes her hand in his, pulling her a 
little closer::
<Serrold> I feel a lot of ways.
<Kari> ::glances around:: Heh, I don't think this is the best place...
<Serrold> ::flexes his right hand::  Well then, what do you think we should do 
about that?
<Kari> ::puts her other hand on top of his:: Maybe we could meet for dinner 
somewhere?
<Serrold> Dinner.  Dinner sounds good.  I'm pretty hungry.  I could probably eat 
just about anything right now.
<Savant> ((dont' start with the puns again -_-))
<Kari> <<hehe ;)>>
<Kari> I've never liked the food in Seventh, maybe we could go someplace else...
<Serrold> ::scratches his chin:: Well, there's this great little Klingon place 
back in San Francisco.... I think I kept the program for it when I came aboard.
<Kari> Klingon food, sounds...interesting
<Serrold> You've never lived until you've eaten a good bowl of gagh - and the 
replicators and holodecks have finally learned how to do it right.
<Kari> Heh, if you say so. I've got a couple of things to take care of, meet you 
at holodeck two in 30 minutes?
<Serrold> ::smiles:: It's a date.
<Serrold> ================SIM END================
Session Close: Mon Jun 10 23:26:03 2002