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*** Topic is 'USS Coronado, where Pfhraser will pfhorever be cursed with the 
horripfhic pun he created.'
*** Set by Ironside on Mon Sep 23 22:05:56
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<|Savant|> danke ^_^
<|LCS2_Ma`Aru|> Sie sind willkommen
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<CDHL_D`rall> ty :)
<Savant> sure thing ^_^
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<|CRS1_Drexler|> What's this stuff you're making for the website? ;)
* Savant whistles and looks about idly
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<Maiko_D`rall> Note to self - know what's going on *before* making smart-assed 
comments
<Savant> yeah ^_-
<Maiko_D`rall> ::Shrug:: It's one thing to catch up with the Coro universe. It's 
another to catch up with UCIP politics and people's personal lives :)
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<Savant> oroo
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<JHawke> Eh?
<JHawke> me opped?
<Savant> sure, have an @ ^_^
<JHawke> Whee ;D
* JHawke runs around teh channel with his arms outstretched to his side ;D
<JHawke> ;)
<Savant> wheeee
<Maiko_D`rall> ::is bowled over by Hawke
<JHawke> Muwhahahahahahahahah.. eh.. what was that ::is wearing steel toes for 
anyone who gets run over's information:: ;)
<Maiko_D`rall> ::is trampled into pieces::
<JHawke> And I do weigh quite a bit ;)
<JHawke> I managed to lose 10 lbs recently, but I'm still over the 300 lb mark 
;)
<Savant> ::is glad to be a hologram :p::
<JHawke> So not only are you trampled to pieces, but turned into a fine slush ;)
* Maiko_D`rall thinks Hawke should take what he got and be happy ;)
<JHawke> What'd I get again? ;)
<Maiko_D`rall> A @ cookie
<JHawke> Oooh, cookies are good, but @ cookies are da bomb ;)
<Savant> aftersim?
<Kari> sure
<Savant> everyone else here?
<JHawke> So what's this aftersim thing exactly? ::first time looking at a sim 
since.. since... ... ... wec went kaputz::
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<Savant> it's the sim that runs after the sim
<Savant> hense, aftersim
<Obs_Santiago> deep
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<Savant> where will it take place this time?
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<Maiko_D`rall> Your call, I'm just along for the ride :D
<Gibson> obviously on the ship's porn set.
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<Savant> dammit, why do i always have to decide?
<Maiko_D`rall> heh
<JHawke> In france!Underwater perhaps! ;D
<Gibson> whoops, that was out loud
<Gibson> ooh, France is good
<Maiko_D`rall> Because you're the one who got the award ;)
<Savant> >_< gnnnh....
<Gibson> it'll be in the lounge, an hour after alpha shift goes off
<Savant> it will?
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<Gibson> at some indeterminate time between the past and future
<Gibson> well, I'm just trying to make the call for you, sah
<Gibson> based on the last three or so aftersims I've attended. :)
<Savant> yeah, we should do something different
<Savant> unles everyone is happy with that?
<Maiko_D`rall> Well, what else is there to do? Holodeck program?
<Gibson> well, there's always the shower rooms
<JHawke> ;)
<Savant> there's the rec rooms
<Gibson> sure
<Savant> okay, how does the rec rooms sound to everyone? some time in the 
evening after shift?
<Kari> ok
<Gibson> sure
<Savant> okay then ^_^
<Savant> *************** Sim Start *******************
<Savant> ::Savant was in the rec room, beating up on some poor helpless punching 
bag::
<Gibson> ::walks into the rec-room, in off-duty clothing for the first time::
<Maiko_D`rall> <<What IS in the rec room to do anyways?>>
<Kari> ::jogs on a treadmill::
<Gibson> <<athletic equipment, games, a bar, things like that>>
<Maiko_D`rall> ::trots into the room, slightly out of breath, in a form-fitting 
running suit complete with towel draped over her neck::
<Savant> ::Savant doesn't acknowledge anyone in the room, battering the punching 
bag in a flurry of powerful blows, making it swing wildly on its' ring::
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<J`Hawke> ::slams the poolstick into the que ball and breaks::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::trots over to a replicator and requests a glass of lukewarm 
water and some crackers::
<Gibson> ::hears the sound from the pool table and gravitates toward it::
<Savant> ::She turns her head to look at the newcomers, not stopping for a 
moment, the android apparently getting some sort of visceral satisfaction out of 
battering the punching bag::
<J`Hawke> ::watches one of the striped balls go into a pocket and wipes a silver 
locke out of his face so he can see better::
<J`Hawke> <<got lazy, look like this: 
http://jhawke.freeservers.com/colorcharacter.jpg >>
<Gibson> ::approaches Hawke from off his line of sight:: Hey.
<Maiko_D`rall> ::takes the glass and small plate and exhaustingly slips onto a 
nearby stool at a table::
<Gibson> <<wow, you look just like an anime character. :)>>
<Savant> ::She glances over at Kari again, on her treadmill, before turning her 
eyes back to the punching bag::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::takes a sip of water, then wipes her brow with the towel, all 
the while watching Savant literally kill the punching bag::
<J`Hawke> <<gee, don't I :P>> ::when striking another ball, watching it narrowly 
miss the pocket replies:: Hey
<Gibson> are you playing alone?
<J`Hawke> ::turns and gives a toothy smile nodding to the table:: Yah, wanna 
join in?
<Savant> ::Savant either didn't notice Maiko or didn't acknowledge the fact, 
keeping up a fast and steady rhythm... of course, not a bead of sweat or sign of 
stress showed up on her::
<Gibson> thanks. ::smiles and finds another cue::
<Gibson> I suppose I'm solids?
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<Maiko_D`rall> ::confused over why Savant would be going all out on a punching 
bag, but decides it's probably a personal thing and best left undiscussed::
<J`Hawke> ::nods as he looks at the table trying to predict shots and angles:: 
Yup ::looks up:: Solids you are.My names Jarenthi Hawke, you?
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nibbles on her crackers::
<Gibson> Jack Gibson
<Savant> ::She glanced sidelong at Maiko, out of the corner of ehr eye, and 
smiled a faint smile, but didn't let up::
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<Gibson> ::glances over the table:: Computer Expansion Theorist. What's your 
billet? ::lines up the one ball in the corner pocket::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::looks around the rec room, nodding a greeting to a few people 
she recognizes::
<J`Hawke> ::smiles:: Nothing much, just do some odds and ends, whomever needs me 
usually gets me.though I'm a little better with computers or flying than most 
things ::smiles as he watches Gibson shoot::
<Gibson> >krak< ::the ball slides into the pocket and the cue ball bounces off 
two cushions::
<Gibson> Computers and flying... funny, that's my two interests, too.
<Kari> ::steps off the treadmill, breathing heavily and wipping herself down 
with a towel::
<Savant> ::Savant stops abruptly, watching the punching bag swing back and 
forth, slowly coming to a rest::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::to Savant:: I think you killed it already.
<Gibson> ::lines up the two ball, having to bounce the ten through to get to 
it::
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<Savant> ::She smiles a little and replies smoothly:: It's meditative.
<J`Hawke> :;nods and looks at the table figuring the force and angle that would 
be needed:: That so? ::waits for Gibson to take a shot:: Might be a little hard 
there though, but I'm sure you can do it ::waits::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::arches an eyebrow:: Thought that as an sentient hologram, you 
didn't really need to meditate ::grin::
<Gibson> ::retracts the cue twice:: >krak<damn.
<Gibson> ::the ten backspins, only glancing the two, which moves perhaps ten 
centimeters::
<Gibson> :raises his cue and steps back::
<Savant> ::She smiled wider:: Perhaps I choose my words wrong. I find it 
appealing to watch the interrupted pendulaic motion of the punching bag, if you 
want to be accurate.
<Gibson> haven't played since the academy... ::smiles::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::shrugs:: You should try jogging instead. You get a better 
overall workout from it
<Savant> ::She grinned wider:: If I want to improve my health I run a 
defragmenting routine ^_-
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<Maiko_D`rall> ::takes a sip of water, ironic grin:: Point taken.
<Gibson> ::glances over the table:: I think the ten's pretty open.
<J`Hawke> ::nods:: nice ::looks at the table trying to figure a shot:: That so?I 
try to play when I can, it's math so it's a bit easier for me, but sometimes I 
just like to take chances ::lines up to hit a striped ball, hoping to knick 
another stripe:: Dunno if chances work all the time though ::sizes up the que a 
bit and hits:: Krack ::watches one ball make it just into the pocket, but 
missing the other and the que falls into a pocket:: Scratch.
<Gibson> 'sallright.
<Maiko_D`rall> ::looks towards Kari:: If there's anyone who should try jogging, 
it would be anyone who uses a treadmill. Much more fun having the wind in your 
face.
<Savant> ::She started punching again, but continued:: It's good for you though 
^_^ I'm glad to see you have such an interest in your health. There's a lot that 
don't
<J`Hawke> So what do you do normally on your time off?
<Gibson> ::takes the cue ball and places it for the two:: side pocket. >krak< 
::the two tumbles into the pocket and spins for a second before settling::
<Gibson> ::looks for the next shot, the cue ball in the middle of a clot of 
solids and stripes::
<J`Hawke> ::moves to allow Gibson better access to a nice set-up::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::grins:: It's an old habit of mine. Whenever I get fustrated, I 
just feel like taking off at top speed. Doesn't matter where I'm going, just so 
long as I get there fast.
<Savant> This is true, but there's a lot of people who aren't prepared to run 
about the ship in a jogging outfit ^_^
<Savant> it's good for releasing stress, I imagine, must be nice to have such a 
convenient outlet ^_^
<Maiko_D`rall> ::looks down at herself and blushes:: It's a little embarrasing, 
yes, but if you wear anything else, people tend to think there's something 
dangerous going on. Running around in my uniform would probably prompt someone 
to call Security or worse ::grins::
<Gibson> ::snaps the clot apart, not sinking anything but expanding the playing 
field a good deal:: There you go. ::stands and steps back::
<Savant> ::she grinned lightly,:: I've never had the enjoyment of running... i'm 
far more of a liquid... i just expand to occupy any availible space ^_-
<Maiko_D`rall> Plus there's just something about running in the holodeck that 
doesn't appeal to me.
<J`Hawke> ::nods:: Thanks ::quickly moves to an easy setup, and hits:: Krak 
::watches the queue strike the ball slowly, sending it from it's edge into the 
pocket and moves over to the pocket where the que ball is to look at other 
options::
<Savant> I've never understood the appeal of the holodeck, myself
<Maiko_D`rall> You should probably experiment with it in your physical form. 
Might never know when you'll need to do it.
<Savant> oh, i've run thousands of running simulations ^_^
<J`Hawke> <<it's pathetic, but I'm rolling as though I have a THACO of 20 
hitting an AC 10 ball to see if I can make a shot, adjusting for harder ones.. 
this is D&D stuff so bleh ::rolls and deicdes what the shot will be now:: =)>>
<Prescot> ::enters into the rec room, seemingly in a not to pleasent mood moving 
over to a corner and activating a sparing program::
<Savant> ((cute ^_-))
<Gibson> <<I have no idea what any of that meant. I'm just trinna play pool! 
:)>>
<Maiko_D`rall> <<Assume standard Inner Sphere warrior gunnery skill level of 4, 
firing a gauss rifle at short range at a stationary target. 2 hexes under min 
range, so it's a 6 to hit.
<Kari> ::looks like she just realized something and stores out of the room, 
muttering under her breath::
<Savant> ::calls out behind Kari:: Have a good evening, Karissa.
<Maiko_D`rall> ::blinks as Karissa goes by:: So that's Karissa? I haven't been 
introduced to her yet.
<Savant> she's Flag Intelligence ^_^
<J`Hawke> ::notes a nice set up and quickly moves into position hitting the que 
ball watching it strike one striped ball strike another, the first ball bounces 
back somewhat into a pocket it was next to, while the 2nd ball makes it into a 
corner pocket:: Well then, that was a nice shot <<hit ac 2 by rolling an 18 when 
my THACO was 20, rollem rollem rollem, 7.. damn>> ::takes another shot but 
watches it just barely knick the edge of a ball:: Your shot
<Maiko_D`rall> One of the uppity ups, huh?
<Savant> I work with her personally, though technically I have superiority ^_^
<Maiko_D`rall> ::chuckles:: Superiority by capacity.
<Savant> oh, I don't think I'm her superior. I haven't the flexibility of you 
organics, or the level of abstract thought
<Gibson> Thanks. ::lines up the three ball:: Far pocket. >krak< ::the ball rolls 
down and into the far pocket, but Gibson is setting up his second shot even 
before that::
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<Maiko_D`rall> No, but you posess the ability to handle more thoughts and input 
faster than any human ever can. ::motions towards the bag:: I'll bet that you 
had the movement of that bag tracked down to .01 millimeters every microsecond 
you were punching it.
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<Savant> No, the local sensor network did. I just got the data stream from it 
^_^
<Gibson> ::lines up the shot on the four:: side pocket. >krak<
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<Gibson> >klunnk< ::sinks the four::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::laughs::
<Maiko_D`rall> You see though, you have an advantage over us. I'll bet you're a 
sure shot in that game. ::points at the pool table::
<Savant> oh, that's fair enough. But you're all far more astute in social 
situations, for instance.
<J`Hawke> ::nods:: nice shot, but you're gonna have to either jump over the 
stripe to sink this one, or bounce it off of the bumpers for a shot
<Maiko_D`rall> What use does a hologram have for social situations?
<Gibson> yeah. ::smiles::
<Savant> ::She paused before replying:: It can get very lonely without a little 
interaction, and there isn't exactly anyone in here for me to talk to.
<Gibson> ::maneuvers around, strokes the cue twice::
<Gibson> >krak< the cue zips around the table, off two cushions and into the 
five ball, which proceeds rightly toward the pocket, and rolls to a stop just 
short:: damn!
<Gibson> ::smiles:: your shot, Mister Hawke.
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods slowly:: I know what you mean. I'm still getting used to 
life on Coro.
<Savant> ::she smiled widely:: It's a friendly ship. I'm sure you won't have any 
trouble settling in
<Maiko_D`rall> ::chuckles:: Not really. Back on Reor, I knew pretty much 
everyone.
<J`Hawke> ::chuckles:: Nice shot, those things irritate me to no end, you know, 
got the angles just right, but just a little too light, or in other cases too 
hard on the que.Guess that's what keeps this game interesting to play, angles 
are nothing these days ::goes to hit the que ball but ends up knicking as the 
que stick falls off his thumb:: And when thigns like this happens <<love rolling 
1s here, critical failures on attacks ;)>>
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<Maiko_D`rall> Well, everyone knew me at least.
<Gibson> it's okay. That sort of thing happens a lot. Unless you're a 
professional. ::smiles::
<Savant> Oh, you'll have to adjust, but that's normal ^_^ everyone here is very 
open. You'll be fine, don't worry
<Gibson> Jarenthi. That's an interesting name. ::lines up on the five, certain 
he'll club the little guy this time::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods, smiling:: At any rate, I am meeting people by running at 
least
<J`Hawke> ::shrugs:: Even if you play for years becoming a professional is still 
something that is intangable ::chuckles as he thinks about the amount of time 
he's been playing:: Yeah, I think it's interesting too, yet to ask my dad why he 
called me that yet though.
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<Savant> maybe you should get some other people to run with you
<Gibson> ::nods::
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<Maiko_D`rall> ::pauses, thinking about it:: That's actually not a bad idea.
<Gibson> >krak< ::the five rolls around in the pocket for a second, followed 
swiftly by the cue ball:: sonova-- ... ::stands and takes a step back from the 
table::
<Savant> I'll pass the word around that you're looking for jogging friends ^_^
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<Maiko_D`rall> ::raises glass in appreciation:: Thanks Savant ::smiles::
<Savant> sure ^_^
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<Gibson> all yours.
<J`Hawke> ::smirks as he moves to the table, picks up the que ball from the 
pocket and sets it up:: <<I think I have 3 balls + the 8 left on the table, tell 
me if I'm wrong though>> ::shoots and watches the que ball strike the 8 ball and 
go in:: Well, wow that wasn't the intended victim of my anguished strike, but I 
guess there's not much I can do about it ::sets the end of the stick on the 
ground and goes to shake Gibson's hand: good game.
<Maiko_D`rall> ::turns a bit to observe the pool game::
<J`Hawke> <<whee, go dice, rolling another 1 again.. computer moniter good for 
blocking good rolls I guess, that or my dice is cursed at this moment ;) >>
<Maiko_D`rall> <<It's me. I have an infectious curse when it comes to dice 
rolling::
<Gibson> ::shakes his hand:: Yeah.
<Gibson> You play good pool
<Savant> ::Savant turns back to battering the punching bag, but still paid 
attention::
<Savant> you play pool?
<J`Hawke> <<no, it's Nick bruno, his dice are cursed, and he used mine last.. 
ugh.. ;)>> ::nods at the compliment:: as do you, maybe we should play again next 
time ::turns and looks at the rest of the rec room trying to decide what to do 
next before his shift starts::
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<Maiko_D`rall> ::shakes head:: I've seen the game before, not only in 
establishments that I wasn't allowed into when I was a teenager.
<Gibson> yeah.
<Savant> you should give it a try, apparently it's quite fun ^_^
<J`Hawke> ::moves over to a punching bag wondering if he should give it a try, 
looking at the gloves pondering whether or not he should wear them, deciding to 
just in case:: You come off shift or you got shift next? ::throws a strike and 
hits the punching bag, watching it go back a few inches::
<Savant> ::Savant's punching bag, meanwhile, was swinging back and forth wildly 
again::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::shrugs:: It looks pretty easy - physics and geometry. Where's 
the fun in that?
<Savant> apparent'y it's the difference between theory and application ^_^
<Gibson> ::racks up the balls::
<J`Hawke> <<whee, 20 on an AC 8>> ::winds up with his right and hits the 
punching bag, watching it fly back, but then fly foreward again as the elastic 
cable keeps it in relative place as he hits with another solid stroke keeping it 
from slamming into him::
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<Gibson> ::takes the triangle off the table and looks around, catching sight of 
Savant and a statuesque blonde on the far wall of the rec room::
<Savant> ::Savant gives Gibson a smile::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::manages a polite smile::
<Gibson> ::nods at her before turning his attention back to the table; doesn't 
dare mumble anything to himself, knowing full well Savant's audio monitoring 
capabilities::
<J`Hawke> ::continues to punch the bag with whatever stress he managed to build 
up during the week, watching as the bag slightly dents from each punch but ends 
up missing the bag as it moves back too slowly and pulls his arm back to prevent 
from being hit while overextended on it's return, hitting it with another right 
hook on it's rebound::
<Savant> So what are your plans for the evening?
<Gibson> >krak!< >tunk (3), lunk (7)<
<Maiko_D`rall> Mine? ::Shrugs:: I've got an hour or two to kill.
<Savant> no plans then? ^_^ that's too bad. Then again, Coronado usually profits 
from quiet nights.
<J`Hawke> ::becomes a slight bit bored with hitting the bag alone and begins to 
listen into some conversations around him, acting as though the bag still has 
his entire focus as he hits it again, this time with not as much power as his 
attention is diverted now::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::smiles:: A quiet night is much better than a busy one I admit. 
It's nice to be able to just sit here and relax.
<Savant> have you been finding work tires you?
<J`Hawke> <<ooh, high hit and then critical failure, what to do, what to do>> 
::gives the bag a solid left hook, but ends up taking too much attention away 
from the bag as it rebounds slamming into him, sending him back an inch or two 
and putting him slightly off balance, but manages to keep standing:: Why you 
::growls at the bag and focuses on it again as he begins to furiously strike at 
it::
<Maiko_D`rall> It *is* a bit of a bore - I mean, flying a surface-to-orbit 
shuttle or an ultralight is a lot more challenging than the helm of a starship. 
To be honest - this ship feels like I'm piloting a giant barge.
<Gibson> ::looks up at the sound as the bag hits Hawke::
<Gibson> ::rearranges his shot and takes down the one-ball::
<Savant> ::she grins:: It's a frigate, it isn't terribly graceful. Though I like 
to think I'm not ungainly.
<Maiko_D`rall> ::eeps:: I didn't mean to infer you - just the ship.
<Savant> ::She chuckled and grinned:: don't worry about it.
<J`Hawke> ::takes a quick right hook to knock the bag back far enough to left 
hook it harshly, sending it more to the right than back, positioning it 
perfectly for a solid right hook, the sound of the gloves smacking the bag now 
giving him a little bit of pleasure from that previous humiliation, watching the 
bag go back forcing the lines taught so it can come back hard for another well 
prepared left hook, though a little weaker than before::
<Savant> I don't have much for modesty. And these days, I'm positively gigantic. 
These ansibles are really bloating my ego
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods in appreciation:: But yes, I do get a little tired from 
work. That's also why I like to run after my duty shift; it helps wake me up a 
bit.
<Savant> well, if you continue to feel exhausted after work, perhaps we should 
look at your diet or something.
<Maiko_D`rall> No, no ::laughs:: Tired in that work can be a bore sometimes, 
that's all. I have to keep my mind on what I'm doing and everything around the 
ship while sitting still.
<J`Hawke> ::begins to furiously slam his fist into the punching bag, slowly 
making deeper and deeper indentations into the bag as he simply lets go on the 
bag showing no mercy, stopped only by the sound of a beeping from an old watch 
telling him it was time for his shift, grabbing the bag and preventing it from 
slamming into him with relative ease, barely even a deep breath:: Don't want to 
be late ::waves off to Gibson as he jogs out of the rec room::
<Maiko_D`rall> When I run, I can let my mind wander and let my body unwind
<J`Hawke> <<getting late, need to do homework, sorry>>
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<Gibson> ::nods and waves at Hawke::
<Savant> ((seeya ^_^))
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<Savant> It's a good outlet, everyone seems to have one
<Maiko_D`rall> ::chuckles:: I owe my grandparents for that. ::smiles:: Their 
stories about Starfleet, some of them had some pretty good advice in them.
<Savant> oh?
<Gibson> ::sinks the eleven and the nine::
<Savant> ::She stops beating on the punching bag and begins meticulously taking 
off her open-fingered gloves::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods:: My grandfather was a shuttle pilot on the Churchill when 
it got lost. For every story of a piloting feat he pulled off was a story about 
what he used to do during his off time.
<Savant> ::She beamed:: I can imagine he had some wild stories.... Starship 
crews of that era were known for their reklessness
<Gibson> ::finishes with the pool table and puts his cue away::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods:: And they also had heartier technology back then too. 
Granted, innovations like you or false matter weaponry, even the moderm warp 
drive is quite impressive, but all it takes are a few light blows to disable 
some things today that would have taken a thousand to disable on those ships.
<Savant> ::she slipped her gloves under her belt and flexed her arms as if 
testing their range:: I'm not sure about that. We still build with durability in 
mind.
<Gibson> ::has been walking toward the two women and catches that last 
exchange:: whenever we build something first, we overbuild it.
<Gibson> ::takes a drink from the snack bar and opens it::
<Savant> ::she nods::
<Gibson> when we built the first shuttles, we didn't have shields, so the things 
were like unbreakable. Now with independent fields and the like, we don't have 
to.
<Gibson> but the shield can fail; it's been documented
<Savant> ::She nodded again, knowing that Gibson knew quite well that the 
shields could fail::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods:: But I've seen some of the old museums of ships - that 
is, on the holodeck - and you have to admit that they all survived relatively 
intact.
<Gibson> ::nods::
<Gibson> structural integrity fields weren't nearly as advanced as they are now. 
just look at the hull bracing on the first Enterprise compared to what we have 
now.
<Gibson> like tree trunks and toothpicks.
<Savant> I'm still amazed that those old ships could move without disintegrating 
^_^
<Gibson> ::shrugs:: imagine the Enterprise-D. I mean, the primary hull crash-
landed on a field of sheer granite and completely held together.
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods:: I agree with that, but look at the original refit 
Enterprise. Some 80% of the hull actually survived the self destruct mechanisms. 
If it hadn't been for its decaying orbit, the Klingons could have taken it and 
gotten a treasure chest of intel.
<Gibson> 80%? I'm afraid I haven't looked that much into the incident.
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods:: They recovered the sensor data from the Klingon starship 
that saw the event. The ship wasn't flyable, but she was certainly for the most 
part in one piece until she lost orbit.
<Gibson> hmm
<Savant> The self destruct mechanism wasn't terribly efficient ^_^
<Gibson> that sounds like an adequate assessment
<Gibson> I wonder, how operational was the ship in general? I mean, was it in 
mint condition when the a-d went off?
<Maiko_D`rall> It was in poor condition. Most systems powered down, weapons and 
shields offline.
<Gibson> I've seen a few cases where a damaged ship loses some of its destruct 
bottles. They might even remain unexploded after the chain reaction has occurred
<Gibson> my roommate at the academy was an engineering-forensics buff. had to 
determine exactly what went into catastrophic ship malfunctions. I'm surprised I 
didn't hear about the refit Enterprise incident.
<Savant> you probably did, and blocked off the memory ^_^
<Gibson> I heard and saw plenty about the Yamato, and the Enterprise D, and so 
on and so forth...
<Gibson> probably! ::smiles::
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods:: True, they could have lost a bottle or two.
<Maiko_D`rall> It's just a shame that planet exploded after it burned up in the 
atmosphere - it's possible some of it survived.
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<Gibson> the planet exploded? ... oh, this happened at Genesis, didn't it? I 
remember this from the history courses.
<Savant> it's unfortunate, but everything has to go sometime
<Maiko_D`rall> ::nods:: Just not on my watch at the helm I hope. ::grins:: I 
also remember the Enterprise-D landing text I looked in in the computer, and 
frankly, I would like to think I might have pulled it out of that situation.
<Savant> have you tried the simulation?
<Maiko_D`rall> ::blinks:: There's a simulation? ::eager look on her face::
<Gibson> ::shudders at the thought of getting your kicks by piloting a crashing 
ship::
<Savant> well, not really, but i make simulations like other people whistle. 
They're quite easy to make
<Maiko_D`rall> ::grins:: You'll HAVE to put that together for me. Bridge officer 
or not, there's no way a ship's counselor could perform any better than I can at 
the helm: ::evil grin::
<Savant> Alright. . . . It's ready. ^_^
<Maiko_D`rall> ::laughs:: You really are amazing
<Gibson> ::shakes his head::
<Savant> ::she grinned a losided grin:: You'd be speedy if you had the combined 
processing power of a fleet of starships, too
<Maiko_D`rall> ::grins:: Well, so much for not having plans tonight. Gotta go 
try that program out! Bye Savant, bye Gibson. ::jogs out the door of the rec 
room, presumably to her quarters to change and then to the holodecl::
<Gibson> bye
<Maiko_D`rall> ::jogs off::
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<Savant> have fun Ma'am ^_^
<Savant> so what about you, Clarence? Plans?
<Gibson> nope
<Gibson> playing pool for a while
<Gibson> but... not any more
<Savant> you too, hmm?
<Gibson> me, too, what?
<Savant> have no plans for the evening ^_^
<Gibson> oh, nope
<Gibson> I've got my quarters all to myself
<Savant> must be nice ^_^
<Gibson> you want to join me in them?
<Savant> sure ^_^
<Gibson> okay. ::leads Savant out of the rec room and to the turbolift::
<Savant> ::she strolls along, picking up her uniform jacket and tunic on the way 
out and slinging it over her shoulder::
<Gibson> ::watches the casual air, the carefree movement of her hips as she 
walks; can't help but smile::
<Savant> ::She smiles in return but has no idea why he's so happy all of a 
sudden::
<Savant> what would you like to do?
<Gibson> oh, I just figured you'd like to enjoy a little peace and quiet
<Gibson> even if it's only in one of your several avatars
<Savant> ::she smiled and placed a hand on his:: that's very sweet of you, 
Clarence, thank you for being so considerate.
<Gibson> ::smiles, just a little bit sadly:: it's what friends do
<Savant> ::She sighed and waited until they were in the turbolift before 
continuing:: I'm sorry, Clarence.
<Gibson> I know.
<Gibson> Deck five.
<Gibson> ::the turbolift hummed to life::
<Savant> ::She looked down, appearing rather guilty about the whole thing::
<Gibson> Don't worry about it.
<Gibson> I've never been much of one for grudges
<Gibson> ::looks around at nothing:: No matter how hard I try...
<Savant> how could I not worry about it ^_^ I hate having to give good people 
bad news.
<Gibson> I know
<Savant> grudges are unbecoming, and I know you've never held one. I just 
wish... ::she paused, the android freezing up entirely a moment before 
continuing as if nothing had happened:: I wish there was something I could od 
about it.
<Savant> ((do, even))
<Gibson> well, if there's anything I know about humans, or emotions, there is 
nothing you can do about them. You can try, but no amount of apologizing will 
change anything. So please, as a favor to me, don't worry about it. :)
<Savant> ::She smled faintly:: And as for, well, whatever brand of emotions I 
have, they don't let me get away with disappointing without worrying and 
fretting over it ^_^ It's instinctual, I suppose.
<Gibson> yeah, it's the same way for humans
<Gibson> we just try to ignore it. or bury it
<Gibson> one does the other, I suppose
<Savant> I'm sorry for making things so awkward ^_^ It's just that.... well.... 
I couldn't enter into a relationship with you in good faith, not when my heart 
isn't in it.
<Gibson> yes. I know.
<Gibson> ::the doors open; it's obviously a sore subject and talking about it 
isn't letting him ignore or bury the feelings::
<Savant> ::she lowered her eyes again in self-disappointment:: There's not much 
more to say on the matter then, is there?
<Gibson> ::realizes he was a little too sharp just then:: I... I don't know.
<Savant> ::she glanced up again and added:: I'm not saying It couldn't ever 
happen, either... I think you're one of the few people here that has any comment 
of what my life is like.
<Gibson> ::looks at her, at those beautiful blue eyes, at that porcelain 
face...::
<Gibson> ...please, come in.
<Gibson> ::opens the doors to his room and leads her in::
<Gibson> I've redecorated.
<Savant> ::She looked away and entered quietly, folding her jacket and tunic and 
setting them on a table by the entrance::
<Gibson> ::motions to the couch:: would you like a seat?
<Savant> sure ^_^ thank you
<Savant> ::She sat, not much of the awkwardness... Savant was very good at 
covering up her emotions, after all::
<Gibson> ::sits down a comfortable distance away from her, leaned back fully on 
the couch, his face pointed toward the ceiling; he let go a sigh that sounded as 
though he'd been half holding his breath all day, or longer..::
<Savant> hard day?
<Gibson> always.
<Savant> ::she smiled faintly:: you don't have to work as hard as you do, you 
know.
<Gibson> ::lets the silence hang for a moment; his room was double insulated and 
it kept out more of the ship-noise than usual::
<Gibson> yeah.
<Savant> why do you?
<Gibson> my parents. they were like that.
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<Gibson> and it keeps my mind occupied.
<Savant> ::She nodded a small amount, her voice sounding small in the quiet:: My 
parents were very similar. Always busy with something or other.
<Gibson> ...do you like music?
<Savant> I love music ^_^ It's one of the few arts that really captivates me.
<Gibson> ::touches a command on a padd near his hand; the speakers start playing 
soft, low vocal jazz::
<Savant> good taste ^_^
<Gibson> ::a soft whisper:: close your eyes and just... breathe. feel the music.
<Savant> ::She stayed quiet, more out of respect for his desire than anything... 
she closed her eyes and shut off a few other data streams::
<Gibson> ::the song ends and Gibson remains quiet::
<Savant> ::Savant didn't stir either, respecting hte quiet; Savant always 
appreciated quiet as much as anything else::
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