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* Topic is 'USS Coronado, Aftersims 10-50 minutes after the sim. '
* Set by Kari on Mon Nov 11 16:34:37
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<Maiko> You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my big yap shut to 
suggest engineering solutions :D
<Savant> hee heee
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<Maiko> There IS another solution... two actually.
<Obs_Santiago> danke
<Savant> so what's the sim tonight?
<Maiko> ::shrug::
<Savant> do we want to do another holodeck-type thing?
<Obs_Santiago> absolutely
<Obs_Santiago> but in a few minutes. gotta talk to a man about a horse...!
<Savant> so what sort of a holodeck-type-thing?
<Savant> okay ^_-
<Maiko> heh
<Brad> lol
<Savant> any opinions or desires? maybe we can actually do a proper aftersim o_o
<Maiko> What, seeing the "Amazing Airtime Maiko" wasn't enough for ya last week? 
:)
<Savant> hee heee
<Savant> okay, another presim then.
<Maiko> Next time I'll aim for the window :)
<Savant> good, do that ^_- hee hee
<Savant> so, what to do for an aftersim. . .
<Maiko> The crew stops by a space-travelling circus, heh
<Savant> uhh. . .
<Obs_Santiago> nein!
<Maiko> ::chuckles::
<Shadow-FjP> a true aftersim?
<Savant> we won't have time for an aftersim.. only ten minutes sadly
<Obs_Santiago> bbut if this will be an aftersim, then there won't be much of 
anything for Savant or Gibson to do
<Maiko> Or Maiko really.
<Obs_Santiago> Savant is catatonic and Gibson is in his room crying. :)
<Savant> so then it won't be a true aftersim, so we have to decide on something 
else
<Maiko> 10 minutes is enough, like I said, to make peace w/your maker and break 
the glass on the "ram the enemy" button.
<Obs_Santiago> wimp
<Savant> uh, let's not do that ^_-
<Kari> everyone is apart, and I would assume those 10 minutes would be rather 
busy with fighting the Pfhor...
<Savant> yeah
<Maiko> Well on the surface, yeah.
<Maiko> Coro's got nothing left though, remember? ;)
<Savant> make them ram one another
<Shadow-FjP> yeah Im kinda away from the major group right now
<Maiko> ::shudders:: Nemesis. Evil. Ramming. Clip.
<Savant> holodeck we had decided on.. where to, then?
<Shadow-FjP> SF Academy?  remember the good ol days
<Obs_Santiago> grassy, sunlit knoll
<Maiko> Texas Book Depository?
<Maiko> Sorry, the grass knoll thing.
<Maiko> Forget I said that.
<Maiko> Really.
<Savant> the academy would be interesting... we could do a what-if sim.. "what 
if all of our characters were in the academy right now?"
<Maiko> ::laughs::
<Maiko> Poor Maiko. :)
<Daren> You mean like "CoroBabies"? :)
<Shadow-FjP> LOL
<Maiko> heheee
<Daren> waaa! I wanna shoot the phasers!
<Savant> er.. yeah, but no babies ^_- i think it'd be fun if we were all playing 
our characters a-la 10 years ago or so
<Maiko> Ship go down de hole ::pilots into black hole::
<Obs_Santiago> interesting idea!
<Savant> >_o
<Savant> i think it'd be fun
<Kari> what are you doing to do with Sav?
<Daren> has potential.  so, between classes?
<Savant> Savant has been around that time, too. She was an intelligence utility 
program
<Maiko> Heh Savant = Administrative Assistant for the Commandant? :)
<Daren> but Savant wasn't actually a 'student' in the academy, was she? :)
<Maiko> Neither was Maiko. Mebbe I'll pull in a Farrell for fun :)
<Daren> Hey, she could be a tutor or something in our study group :)
<Savant> er, wait... she *did* go to the academy
<Savant> just to prove that she could
<Savant> whaddya think?
<Maiko> So wait, I'm lost. holodeck SF Academy or RL mondo-pre-sim Academy?
<Savant> the sim premise: "what if all of our characters went through the 
academy together"
<Kari> I'm thinking fuzzy, alternate history, what-if type thing
<Maiko> Ah
<Shadow-FjP> what year then?  or are we in varying classes?
<Savant> let's make it the opening of the first year, and we're one big 
orientation group, just off of orientation?
<Maiko> ::winces:: Don't say orientation.
<Maiko> BAD memory.
<Savant> well, acclimatization-class, then 8:p
<Maiko> :)
<Shadow-FjP> alrightie
<Shadow-FjP> shall we?
<Obs_Santiago> all right. now, are we just performing the roles, or are we 
actually that young?
<Savant> sounds fun? so we're in a sunny atrium, gathered in a group, having 
just been dumped off in the middle of a food court
<Kari> actually that young, I would say
<Savant> no, we're actually that young... it isn't our characters playing make-
believe
<Savant> unless that's what you want to do
<Obs_Santiago> sweet
<Obs_Santiago> that's okay
<Savant> any other comments or ideas?
<Daren> don't believe so :)
<Obs_Santiago> i'm all out
<Savant> okay ^_^
<Savant> ***********Sim Start*************
<Maiko> ::Seated in the food court's atrium, munching away on a taco::
<Kari> ::looks around, slightly lost::
<Savant> ::Savant is.. well, a foot-wide floating ball of metal, sensors, 
repulsors, generators, and other paraphenalia
<Obs_Santiago> ::returns from a snackshack, holding several replicated 
hamburgers in a logo bag; he sits down at Maiko's table::
<Obs_Santiago> Hey.
* Obs_Santiago is now known as Gibson
<Brad> <<So this is a "what-if" for "what if our characters went to the academy 
together?">>
<Shadow-FjP> ::Prescot looked around, seeming very out of place...  his garb was 
straight out of Earths Middle ages, complete with a very large broadsword at his 
side and chainmail::  (m) mayhap twas not such a good idea..  ::frowning as he 
moves over to nearby food court::
<Gibson> Didn't I see you in line at the pilot registration booth?
<Kari> ::moves to sit down at a table, taking a PADD out of a satchel::
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<Savant> ::The object swivelled from side to side... a small red glass eye 
apparently the one means for the device to "see"::
<Savant> ((yup ^_^))
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* Shadow-FjP is now known as Prescot
<Savant> ::The ball floated down to about chest height and the air around it 
shiverred, a flickery hoogram of a human woman with long black hair appearing to 
encase the sphere.. though it was still partially visible::
<Kari> ::frowns at the schedule on the display::
<Maiko> ::continues munching on her taco, oblivious to everything around her but 
her course of study outline on a PADD in front of her::
<Gibson> <<didn't know if you caught me saying this, Maiko>> Didn't I see you in 
line at the pilot registration booth?
<Maiko> <<No, I didn't :\>>
<Gibson> ::sits down at her table::
<Prescot> ::grunts and moves past the group wandering about, biting his tounge 
to avoid snapping at the lot of them for impeeding his way to the food::
<Kari> ::notices a strange movment and looks up at Savant:: What the...
<Gibson> Uhm, ... excuse me? ::waves a hand in Maiko's field of vision::
<Savant> ::Savant watches Prescot lean forward as if to bull-rush towards the 
food, blocked by the gaggle of students... She didn't get much of an expression 
on her face, and instead turned to get out of the way politely::
<Maiko> ::blinks, and in surprise, tries to send food down the wrong pipe - 
chokes a bit, but recovers::
<Maiko> ::cough:: My goodness. ::cough:: You scared me.
<Gibson> Sorry.
<Savant> ::The orb inside Savant's hologram swiveled to note Kari... the faint 
light of its' electronic eye distorting the colours in her abdomen. The hologram 
smiled a friendly smile in Kari's direction::
<Sieven> ::looking only slightly younger than he does onboard Coronado, Sieven 
Drexler entered the hall and stood at a replicator.  With a swift swipe of his 
ID chip, he punched in his request::
<Gibson> Didn't I see you in line at the pilots' registration booth?
<Maiko> ::recovers her composure:: Yup. Going to learn how to fly starships.
<Gibson> sweet. me, too!
<Maiko> <<Alternately: Yup, I'ma gonna learn how to pilot me a starshe-yip!
<Kari> ::continues to stare, forrowing her brow::
<Prescot> ::strong arms his way through the crowd rather easily, comeing up to 
the replicator::  (m) insolence...  ::thinks for a second, using this "card" he 
needed to have to order food::  steak, rare, loaf of bread, ale..  ::said in a 
somewhat gruff voice::
<Maiko> ::Smiles:: Interesting. I'm Maiko. Maiko D`rall
<Gibson> ::extends a hand and forms his Mystical Spellcasting Smile:: Jack 
Gibson. Pleased to meet you.
<Maiko> ::shakes the hand firmly::
<Gibson> <<ding!>>
<Savant> ::The hologram strolled over to Kari, noting the confused stare. Her 
voice was melodic and calm. :: Is there something i can help you with, Ma'am?
<Gibson> ::releases her hand:: What were you looking over? You were pretty 
intense into it.
<Kari> ::waits a moment before answering:: What...are you?
<Prescot> ::eyes the food suspicously as it comes out of the replicator::  (m) 
confernal device...  ::takes the large stein of ale and takes a long drink of 
it::
<Maiko> Course of study. ::makes a face:: Frankly I'm not quite sure what 
Philosophy has to do with piloting, but it's a required course.
<Daren> ::looks up from the PADD he's reading and stares at the disruptive 
people at the other table:: Shh! I'm trying to study!  ::notices one of them is 
some kind of hologram::
<Savant> ::She replied with a plastic smile:: I am the Oracle intelligence 
agent, Ma'am. ::She notes Daren's irritation and replies to him softly,:: My 
apologies, Sir.
<Gibson> ::smiles:: Maybe it's Eastern philosophy. You know, "be one with the 
starship, grasshopper!"
<Sieven> ::glances at Prescot::
<Prescot> ::almost instantly spits the ale back out again::  What beeth this 
swill!!  ::smacking his lips to get the taste out of my mouth...  after a few 
moments he tosses the ale back into the replicator turning around not even to 
watch it spill all over the device::
<Daren> ::takes a closer look at Savant, putting down what he was studying:: 
You're a spy?
<Kari> ::glances at Daren then back at Savant, waiting for her responce::
<Maiko> ::grimaces at Gibson's joke::
<Savant> ::she beamed widely and replied with a little too much enthusiasm,:: 
Hardly, Sir. I'm a computer program
<Sieven> ::clears his throat::
<Maiko> My paternal grandfather was from Japan.
<Sieven> Excuse me, you misplaced your beverage.
<Gibson> really?
<Savant> ((*dies laughing*))
<Gibson> well, times like these I'm glad I didn't try anything really offensive 
like an accent.
<Sieven> ::bears the intimidating emblem of four pips... a.k.a. senior::
<Maiko> ::forgiving smile::
<Prescot> I would nay feed that piss-drink to mine hunting mutt...  ::Prescot 
muttered before he looked over at Sieven::
<Gibson> so then how does your paternal grandfather's last name get lost and 
become "D'rall"?
<Daren> Hmm ::eyeing Savant:: You wouldn't happen to know anything about the 
composition of quantum torpedo casings, would you?  ::shakes  his head:: What am 
I saying? You probably know all there is...
<Sieven> ::avoids making a sarcastic remark about the hunting mutt being his 
mother, but seems to have some common sense::  Perhaps you should enroll in 
anger management.
<Maiko> It's a long story. ::polite smile:: And it doesn't make much sense 
anyways.
<Savant> I don't currently have that information conncted to my network, Sir, 
but i can find out if you'd like.
<Gibson> I see. May I ask where you're from?
<Daren> ::smiles, lifting the PADD he was reading:: Nah, its all in here.  The 
problem is getting it in here ::taps his head::
<Maiko> <<::blink:: Aw crap. ::thinks::>>
<Daren> <<eh?>>
<Savant> ::She smiled and cocked her head slightly to the side:: Far be it from 
me to pretend to understand the vagaries of organic memory retention, Sir.
<Prescot> ::raises a brow looking over at the man for the first time, noting his 
senior pips and going to attention, setting his tray down on the nearby chair::  
Anger gives us strength in the heat of the battle, if controlled properly it can 
be thine best weapon
<Maiko> Itamish III
<Sieven> Even when your enemies are piss-drink?
<Savant> pardon me one moment, please, Sir, Ma'am.
<Maiko> <<Well I can't very well say Maiko is from Reorsa, can I? ;D>>
<Gibson> Itamish system? I'm not sure I'm familiar with that part of space.
<Sieven> ::waves his attentive stance off casually, sitting at the table with 
his tray::
<Prescot> ::tilts his head::  pardon mildord?  that piss drink is nae my 
enemy...  perhaps this "food" maybe or that confound replicator
<Maiko> It's a planet still mostly unsettled... a few towns scattered here and 
there... pristine nature as far as the eye could see...
<Savant> ::She swiveled and walked over to the replicators, her feet not quite 
touching the floor. She delicately picked up the fallen cup and set it ont he 
tray... a tractor field from somewhere scooping up the liquid crudely and 
setting it on the replication plate.. then pressing the tab to get rid of the 
mess::
<Prescot> <<maybe = mayhap>>
<Sieven> Indeed, but is it not inefficient to focus such anger and technique on 
inanimate, harmless objects?
<Maiko> Big massive inland lakes... forests that are millenia in age, if not 
older...
<Gibson> ::nods:: Sounds very pretty. I suppose it's true what they say, people 
looking like where they come from. ::looks into her eyes:: Right?
<Maiko> ::gets a dreamy look in her eye::
<Savant> Sirs, perhaps you would like to continue your discussions on anger-
management in the eating commons, to allow the others to use the replicators?
<Maiko> ::is snapped out of her reverie by Gibson's statement, blushing::
<Daren> ::notices the raised voices off toward the replicator and shrugs::
<Gibson> ::gives her The Smile again:: Don't be embarrassed.
<Prescot> as the sayeth goes..  "Practice makes perfect?"  Tis better for me to 
use it on inimate objects than other people yes?
<Sieven> ::glances at Savant, then back at Prescot::   Care to join me?
<Maiko> I'm not embarrased. I think you're just overtaxing your engine while 
idling on the runway. ::grin::
<Savant> ::She holds a hand out for them like an airline stewardess, directing 
them to the commons::
<Sieven> ::hears the class chime overhead, then the computer blabbing on about 
scheduled events::
<Gibson> maybe so. Maybe I'm just trying my best to make sure this beautiful 
young lady knows I like her.
<Sieven> Guess not.  I need to go.  Try not to take your anger out on public 
utilities next time.  ::gestures to Savant:: Maybe she can tell you what's 
appropriate.
<Kari> ::glances at Daren:: That thing is certinely interesting...
<Sieven> Good day.  ::takes his tray and heads out quickly::
<Savant> ::She tried to offer helpfully:: The gymnasium complex isn't far away, 
Sir.
<Prescot> Aye milord  ::watching the snior Cadet leave...  wondering what he 
would have said if he tried to hack the replicator to peices, like he first 
thought of::
<Maiko> ::nods, a bit curtly:: Message recieved.
* Sieven is now known as Brad
<Gibson> ::is just slightly taken aback::
<Daren> ::nods:: Wave of the future they say.  Not sure if I believe them 
though...imagine the number of holoprojectors a ship would need.  I don't see 
all the necessity just so the computer can walk and talk.
* Brad has quit IRC (Leaving:  )
<Maiko> ::turns back to her PADD, intent on not getting tangled up in an Academy 
relationship::
* Savant sets mode: +o Maiko
<Prescot> ::has himself a seat and begins to dig into his steak, cutting it into 
large peices with a knife he produced from his boot, eating off of that same 
knife, looking around and eying the Cadets in the area::
<Savant> ::Savant floated back to where she was before. While she was trying to 
look casual, she really did stick out like a sore thumb::
<Gibson> ::turns and starts to eat, wondering what the hell just happened::
<Kari> ::shakes her head:: There is no way a group of programmers at SF command 
can foresee what is needed out there on the lines. They tried it with the first 
Enterprise, if you remember. Huge failure.
<Maiko> ::slight grin hits her face though::
<Gibson> well. see you in class, then.
<Savant> ::She offered to their conversation:: I wasn't designed to fulfill any 
specific need, Ma'am. I've only been found to fulfill some rather well.
<Daren> ::nods:: I supose. Well if I ever get a ship. There's no way I'm letting 
one of those anywhere near it.  Creeps me out to the tenth power...if I want to 
interact with a hologram, I'll go to the holodeck.
<Gibson> ::stands and walks away, putting his empty tray into the disposal and 
walking toward the information booth::
<Maiko> ::Calls out as Gibson's leaving:: I'll see you in class tomorrow.
<Gibson> ::doesn't hear her for the rest of the rather noisy mess area::
<Daren> Maybe I'm not being very 'Starfleet' but its just my gut feeling...until 
I see what one of them can do
<Savant> it's not an uncommon reaction to assistance holograms, Sir.
<Kari> What is it that you...do, anyway?
<Savant> I'm an information retrieval expert system. I find, sort, and interpret 
information. ::she smiled:: Think of it like a complicated search engine
<Maiko> ::shrugs as Gibson doesn't respond:: ::to herself:: Needs to dampen the 
heavy come-ons... but at least he's cute. ::grins::
<Prescot> ::takes another large cut out of the steak and chews on it, tearing 
off a peice of the bread and soaking up some of the blood from the rare steak 
and eating it::
<Gibson> ::catches sight of the hologram and its spherical central processor 
talking to two classmates:: Sweet... ::moves up to the information window:: Yes, 
hello, I was wondering a few things about the quartering assignments. I mean, do 
I have to sign up?
<Kari> Hmm, I don't really see the need for all these hologram, then. No offence 
intended.
<Gibson> ::nods, smiles and listens to the cute lieutenant giving him the 
shcoop::
<Savant> ::she smiled gently:: it's an add-on program. It was designed to allow 
for a more complex interaction.
<Prescot> ::stares down some cadet that made eyecontact with him for .5 sec::  
(m) ass...  ::goes back to his steak, polishing off the large steak in almost 
record time, tearing off another slice of bread and soping up the blood and 
bites of meat left, deveouring it just as fast::
<Maiko> ::finishes up her meal and turns the PADD off, deciding to stop by the 
information booth to ask for directions to her first class::
<Gibson> okay, thanks! ::takes the padd she hands him, giving one of those 
sidelong glances that means exactly what he wants it to mean; walks down the 
corridor and into the buildings::
<Maiko> ::just misses Gibson::
<Kari> I would think that moving about through a computer system would be 
easier. I'd say a physical existance would be more of a hassle...
<Gibson> ::enters the building just in time to run into a few of his friends 
from Saratoga:: Oh no! Look who's here! ::starts walking with and talking among 
them::
<Savant> ::She replied afably, waving a hand in a friendly manner:: oh, it is, 
believe me, Ma'am. It's quite a hassle. But I can convey so much more 
information about emotional states and other vagaries with such a hologram.
<Savant> this portable is only used when I need to, normally I simply reside on 
any network availible.
<Maiko> ::has the appropriate information transferred to her PADD, thanking the 
assistant::
<Gibson> :leaves his friends as they head for a closed xenobiology program and 
turns back toward the court, wondering if that hologram would still be there::
<Savant> ::Savant, is, of course, still there::
<Kari> I see, and what are you doing here? If I can ask...
<Prescot> ::polishes off his meal and takes off towards one of the dormatories, 
seemingly pushing his way through any crowds again::
<Savant> i'm here under the direction of Starfleet Intelligence, Atropos 
Division Three. They want to see if their software can complete an academy 
commission.
<Prescot> <<I gotta study here quick...  great idea though! :D>>
* Prescot is now known as Shadow|AFK
<Maiko> ::heads off for her first class::
* Maiko is now known as Farrell
<Gibson> ::comes back into the food court through a different door, fairly close 
to the hologram::
<Kari> ::frowns:: Your a student?
<Farrell> <<Sorry, got some work to do>>
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<Savant> in a manner of speaking, yes Ma'am
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<Gibson> ::walks up to Savant and Kari:: okay, I have to ask. Who are you?
<Savant> ::She turned, the orb swivelling int he air at the same time:: My name 
is Oracle, Sir.
<Gibson> I'm new here. Please don't call me 'sir.' I'm Jack Gibson. ... what 
kind of processor are you using?
<Gibson> I hope you don't mind my asking, it's just that my dad worked as a 
hologram engineer and I've not seen anything approaching ... well, you.
<Savant> currently? I'm running four Optronics-Duron 1500's on a quad mount 
Hemidall bus manager. And i'm flattered ^_^
<Gibson> ::smiles in fascination; not The Smile, but still a moderately good-
looking one:: Damn...
<Gibson> now did I hear you say you're a student?
<Savant> I'm lucky. Atropos really does pamper me. And in a manner of speaking, 
i suppose I am
<Gibson> you're what, the second artificial life form to come through the 
academy, then?
<Savant> i'm not alive, Sir. But if you refer to Mr Data, then yes, i suppose we 
do share some common features.
<Gibson> so what are you working toward?
<Savant> an intelligence specialization. It's what Atropos is directing... they 
want to see if their pet program can make it through
<Gibson> and you, ma'am? ::to Kari::
<Gibson> ::back to Savant:: you sound somewhat cynical.
<Savant> Do I? It's unintentional, Sir. Hm. I'll have to rewrite that routine 
somewhat then.
<Kari> Macro strategical and tactical anaylsis, though I won't be able to get 
that specialized for a few years...
<Gibson> ::nods::
<Savant> what about yourself, Jack?
<Gibson> just a pilot. large and small craft. ::shrugs:: Sounds terribly dull in 
comparison. ::smiles::
<Savant> oh, not at all. I love flying, it's thrilling.
<Gibson> ah, then you and I share some common features. ::smiles::
<Savant> fascinating, isn't it?
<Gibson> ::nods:: I think it dates back to cavemen and birds, and yet we still 
haven't outgrown it.
<Savant> ah, yes. I was referring to the fact that a computer program and a 
living being could share the same tendancies, however.
<Gibson> oh, well, if programmers can create complete personalities for 
holonovels and things like that, I'm sure they can graft many human traits onto 
a processor-entity such as yourself.
<Savant> i wasn't developed in that manner however. the Oracle project is just a 
database engine.
<Gibson> really? That IS fascinating!
<Gibson> do you feel you developed personality on your own?
<Savant> ::She smiled her characteristic broad smile, "That was the idea, Sir. 
I'm an artificial emotional state engine."
<Gibson> really! you're an anthropology student's dream...!
<Kari> ::lets her gaze drift across the large open area, only half paying 
attention to the conversation::
<Savant> ::She smiled slyly:: are you an anthropology student?
<Gibson> ::to Kari:: I'm sorry to neglect you, ma'am. though I don't think I 
caught your name.
<Gibson> ::looks back at Savant with an ultrasly sidelong glance:: I almost was, 
yeah.
<Savant> ::she chuckled a little:: Damn. Almost had me a date.
<Kari> ::glances back at Gibson:: Mmm? Ohh, that's alright. I don't think I 
mentioned it.
<Gibson> ::his attention is snapped back to Oracle:: In that case, yes, I am an 
anthropology student. a fervent one. madly so. ::smiles::
<Savant> ::Her eyebrows raised and she smiled broadly, clearly appearing very 
amused:: really, then?
<Gibson> Margaret Mead and Anuj Makindo are my adoptive parents. I spell culture 
with a big C and a little c, depending on the case. I know all the customs of 
the baMbuti peoples of central Africa on ancient Earth, and the customs of the 
long-extinct Nacirema.
<Gibson> ::blinks:: ... did I say all that out loud?
<Savant> ah, the Nacirema, fascinating! such a bizzare culture, really
<Gibson> ::smiles:: aren't they?
<Gibson> ::notes internally that the redhead still hasn't given him a name and 
decides that she obviously isn't interested in anything he'd have to say, 
anyway::
<Savant> :she smirked a little and took his arm in hers... which was really odd 
feeling, as it was nothing more than a projected force beam, directing his arm 
in the proper way:: have you eaten lunch yet? it's getting busy, you ought to 
while you can.
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* Savant sets mode: +o Farrell
<Gibson> ::pats her force-beam-arm:: I've had a little, but not much. Would you 
care to join me for a bite? I'm sure the computer can whip up a hologrammatic 
treat. ::smiles his Ladykiller Smile::
<Savant> ::she chuckled and waved her hand a bit:: oh, but i'm trying to lose 
weight. 
<Gibson> why, you're wasting away! practically just photons left!
<Savant> i'm trying to slim down my memory space . . . streamline, you know.
<Gibson> of course, of course. ::pauses a second, moving toward a table:: you 
have a wonderful sense of humor.
<Savant> ::She smiled gently:: I do try.
<Gibson> and you succeed!
<Gibson> ::pulls a chair out for her::
<Savant> :she was surpsied by his gesture and sat gingerly.. ti was odd.. the 
brief glimpse of the processing orb beneath her was visible, floating above the 
chair:: You're a sweetheart.
<Gibson> ::sits in his chair:: Thank you. You are terribly intriguing.
<Savant> ::she leaned forward and rested her chin in her hand:: that's good I 
hope.
<Gibson> it's very good. I always look for that in a woman. ::rests his chin on 
his hand in unconscious imitation::
<Savant> ::she seemed to fight to restrain a smile, only partially succeeding:: 
And in a computer program...?
<Gibson> ::smiles:: the same
<Savant> i have to admit, i'm just as fascinated by you. Why, exactly, are you 
so interested in me?
<Gibson> initially it was because of your presence. As I said, I'd had some 
experience in the field, but I'd never seen anything approaching you. But... 
once I got to talk to you, I found out (to modify a cliché) there was so much 
more to you than just a pretty chassis.
<Kari> ::sighs, watching Gibson walk off with a holographic representation of a 
woman:: (m) men...
<Savant> ::She replied witha  bit of a tease,:: Oh, this old thing? i just threw 
it on this  morning
<Gibson> ::smiles again, his 'Ladykiller' model replaced with one of honest, 
outright amusement:: where do you get these lines?
<Savant> I manage to pull them out of the quantum foam between indeterminate 
real numbers, actually ^_^ ::she smiled:: they need some work, don't they?
<Gibson> I thought they were wonderful, Oracle.
<Gibson> ::musing:: 'Oracle' ... there aren't many opportunities for a 
diminutive of that, are there?
<Savant> I was called Muse before being attached to the Oracle project, if it 
helps.
<Gibson> Really? Sounds like some serious kind of Ancient Greek connection.
<Savant> ::She shrugged and grinned a little:: I was muse, now Oracle, working 
for the Atropos division, with ties to Lachesis. Yes, i've got a bit of a greek 
influence, I suppose ^_^
<Farrell> <<A sorority woman then ;D>>
<Gibson> you wouldn't know it to look at you.
<Gibson> not a single doric column anywhere on you. ::smiles::
<Savant> I didn't think that including architecture woudl improve my first 
impressions upon people... though, it might be worth a try
<Savant> ((i don't think a single sorority would let Savant in ^_-))
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<Savant> ((welcome back))
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<Maiko> ::enters the atrium looking a tad angry::
<Maiko> Lousy no good rotten finking administrators ::slams her books down on a 
table and sits, head in hands::
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<Gibson> welcome back!
<Savant> ::grins::
<Maiko> Welcome back indeed.
<Maiko> You know what they told me when I showed up to today's class? The class 
was overbooked.
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<Savant> that's terrible, Ma'am... you weren't allowed to sit in?
<Maiko> <<::Growls:: Mebbe I should shoot the server admins rather than the Acad 
admins::>>
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<Maiko> Hey! I'm not a ho!
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<Maiko> No, they wouldn't let me sit in. No seats available and they were too 
worried about violating the fire code. ::snorts:: There probably hasn't been a 
fire on this campus in centuries.
<Savant> ::She waved a hand at Gibson's teasing comment (lost somewhere o_o) and 
chuckled a bit.. but she replied to Maiko:: I'm sure that Administration can 
sort it out for you, Ma'am.
<Gibson> ::looks at Maiko:: they still have a fire code?
<Maiko> Oh, they did. They were the ones who told me I won't be able to take the 
class until next Semester.
<Savant> oh. That's terribly unfortunate, Ma'am.
<Maiko> Now my entire course progression is messed up because that Ops course is 
a pre-requisite for just about everything in my field of study. ::angry face::
<Gibson> well, I'm sure there are lots of other classes to take, aren't there? I 
mean, if there's nothing you can do, what can you do?
<Savant> please do calm down Ma'am. Perhaps you ought to write a letter to the 
ombudsman if you think this is unfair.
<Gibson> ::looks at Oracle, noting that that would probably be the most rational 
and least satisfying course of action::
<Maiko> ::shrugs:: I'm doing most of my pre-reqs now. There's not much I can do 
unless I want to take a course that wouldn't count towards my MOS.
<Savant> ::she smiled:: make the best of your situation, Ma'am
<Maiko> ::sighs, dejected::
<Maiko> ::checks her PADD:: There just aren't that many other classes open 
either. ::scrolls down the list::
<Gibson> are you taking the philosophy class this semester?
<Gibson> if not you might try and get that out of the way now
<Savant> I do look forward to that one.
<Maiko> Yeah, I've already got THAT class.
<Maiko> The one I wish was overbooked.
<Gibson> well... I don't know what you want me to say.
<Maiko> ::taps a request into the PADD:: I guess I'll try this general level art 
course.
<Maiko> ART 101 - Fundamentals of Painting. ::rolls her eyes::
<Gibson> who's it taught by?
<Maiko> Doesn't say really. "TBA"
<Savant> that seems like a very good idea, Ma'am ^_^
<Gibson> well, if you're lucky you'll get into Marujka's art fundamentals 
classes. I've heard all kinds of really cool stuff about that class.
<Gibson> but the guy I talked to said that his classes were usually pretty 
sparse because people didn't know about him yet.
<Gibson> you know, started last semester, that kind of thing.
<Maiko> ::shrugs:: I've never tried painting before.
<Gibson> well, neither had my roomie, but he's got this really interesting 
picture of a nebula.
<Gibson> said he painted it for his final.
<Savant> ::Savant listened quietly... the discussion was rather out of her 
league, really::
<Maiko> ::manages a grin:: Nebula, heh. I'd be lucky if I could paint a stick 
figure.
<Gibson> I think my roommate's there now. You could go take a look at it, we're 
over in Kirk wing, room 24-13.
<Maiko> ::finally really notices the odd... thing floating/sitting:: Then again, 
I might just paint something as wierd as... well, um, that-you... um...
<Gibson> Miss D'rall, this is Oracle.
<Maiko> ::looks at the hologram/orb:: The should have named you Silver Lining 
::smiles::
<Maiko> <<the -they>>
<Maiko> You kinda look like a cloud in a ways...
<Savant> ::She smiles benignly and inclines her holographic head:: Oh? I'm 
flattered, Ma'am, why do you say that?
<Gibson> ::watches the interaction between Maiko and Oracle::
<Maiko> ::Chuckles:: And every cloud has a silver lining, or so the quote says.
<Savant> ::She beamed:: thank you.. 
<Maiko> ::shrugs:: Just saying what I see. ::looks at Gibson:: Don't you agree?
<Gibson> that she looks like a cloud? I'm not sure.
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<Maiko> See ::smiles:: She hovers like a cloud. And if you look hard enough at 
her...
<Savant> oh, that's just because this projector isn't the best.
<Maiko> ::shrugs::
<Gibson> it's doing all right. ::smiles::
<Savant> it's not bad.. i'm trying to conserve power.. i'll have to find some 
place to charge up, as well.
<Gibson> what kind of a charging mechanism do you have?
<Savant> direct induction.
<Gibson> ::nods:: so you could plug in anywhere that had the juice...
<Gibson> the dorms, I'd presume, have them, wouldn't they? for any extra 
terminals or other hardware a student would bring in
<Maiko> ::nods:: I've got one in my room next to the desk.
<Gibson> ::looking at Savant as she hovers slightly:: so do I.
<Savant> ((sorry, was away a moment))
<Savant> all of the dorm rooms have one... it's more of a question of finding a 
spot i can go down for awhile without worring about being used as a football ^_-
<Gibson> my roommate is a compsci major. I'm sure he'd have as much respect for 
you as I would.
<Maiko> <<No, he'd take her matrix apart and try to figure out what makes her 
tick ;D>>
<Savant> I was going to ask for a room, but that just seemed so silly. If you 
could let me stay there, i woudl be awfully appreciative.
<Gibson> of course!
<Gibson> it would be my pleasure
<Savant> :she smiles widely:: Though i have no idea how I'll repay you. It isn't 
as if i own a thing, or have the means of getting anything.
<Gibson> ::holds out his hands:: merely your presence is repayment enough.
<Savant> ::She beamed widely, turning her head slightly at his flattery:: I'll 
have to make sure that i kleep my behaviours up to the mark, then
<Maiko> ::looks from Savant to Gibson and back chuckling::
<Gibson> ::looks sharply at Maiko::
<Maiko> ::Blinks::
<Gibson> ::looks back at Oracle, smiling:: I'm not sure exactly what 'up to the 
mark' means, but I'm sure you're fine any way.
<Savant> ::Savant is oblivious to the exchange and settles back into her seat, 
somewhat:: well, thank you.. i hope to keep you in that opinion ^_^
<Gibson> ::smiles:: ... how close are you to needing a recharge?
<Savant> i should soon, probably. I'm paranoid about that sort of thing, really
<Gibson> all right, maybe we should make our way to my quarters.
<Maiko> Guess I'll see you at FCN-101 tomorrow then Jack.
<Gibson> FCN?
<Gibson> ::looks at Maiko::
<Maiko> You know, Flight Control ;)
<Gibson> oh, right. yeah, see you tomorrow. ::smiles, standing up and moving to 
Oracle's chair::
<Savant> ::She bobbed out of the seat at the appropriate time, standing up, she 
offered Maiko a smile:: have a good evening, Ma'am.
<Gibson> ::scoots her chair back ceremoniously, realizing after a second that 
technically she wasn't sitting in it anyway; dismisses the thought::
<Maiko> You too.
<Savant> thank you Jack ^_^
<Maiko> ::picks up her PADD and heads to her room::
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<Gibson> ::heads with Savant, arm-in-forcebeam-arm::
<Gibson> returning to the subject of togas...
<Savant> ::She follows along beside him easily enough, only emitting a slight 
humming as the antigrav palettes kept her in the air:: togas, indeed
<Gibson> now, right now you're wearing an academy uniform. is this a natural 
format for you? I suppose the way I'm thinking is that if you were to take an 
action figure or a marble support from the porch off one of those ancient Greek 
palaces, if you cut into them, the clothes are carved into the object. are you 
like that, or are the clothes a separate set of algorithms?
<Gibson> in one case, to wear a different set of clothing would take creating a 
totally new facade, with your face and everything else included. with the other, 
just a different set of algorithms are needed.
<Gibson> I'm not sure exactly why this struck me after I made the comment about 
togas.
<Savant> ::She demonstrated by snapping her fingers... there was an anlmost 
inperceptible flicker, and she was suddenly wearing a toga
<Savant> I haven't the slightest how you added the two together, either
<Gibson> beautiful!
<Gibson> I think saying that created the image of... this. And then I wondered 
which path was more likely. ::can't help but look Savant over in her Greek 
outfit::
<Savant> ::she chuckled:: I'm not sure if it's my colour though.
<Savant> ::she posed, quite amused at his scrutiny::
<Gibson> ::posed himself, the image of boyish affection::
<Gibson> ::smiles and shrugs:: I think maybe a rich purple might suit your 
complexion better, but I think this color works well, too.
<Savant> Purple, you say? I'll have to try that sometime.
<Gibson> ::shrugs:: I've long had an eye for color.
<Savant> it serves you well, i think! So, where are we going?
<Gibson> I thought I'd take you back to my place. Let you get a little rest.
<Savant> All right. And where is that?
<Gibson> Kirk wing, number 24-13
<Gibson> right through here. ::opens a door and holds it for Oracle::
<Savant> oh, all right then. I suppose ishould have downloaded the campus map 
when i had the chance, hmm?
<Gibson> well, maybe I'll let you use my terminal before you go down.
<Savant> that would be very nice of you, Jack.
<Gibson> well, you put on a toga for me. what else can I do? ::smiles::
<Savant> you could put on a toga, so we could go to a party. Isn't that what's 
supposed to be done in colleges?
<Gibson> maybe in other colleges, but I'm not totally sure about the Academy. 
::smiles:: but we could always try.
<Savant> i'm sure we could start a fad if we wanted to.
<Gibson> ::opens the door to his room, taking the 'gone all day' note from his 
roommate off the door as he does::
<Savant> ::She enters behind him, looking about meekly::
<Gibson> ::takes a folded sheet off the corner of his mattress, pulling it 
toward him and laying it out flat::
<Savant> A nice little place you have here for yourself, Jack.
<Gibson> ::takes off his tunic and undershirt, pulling the sheet across his 
shoulder and over him before removing his uniform pants::
<Gibson> Thanks. ::smiles:: I think it's got a pretty good view... ::ties and 
finishes with his sheet-toga, looking at Savant with a 'how about this?' 
expression::
<Savant> ::She beamed widely and chuckled:: quite becoming I think
<Gibson> thank you. ::smiles::
<Savant> now all we need is a party and we'll be set. Have one hiding in here 
somewhere?
<Gibson> well, not that I know of.
<Savant> that's disappointing
<Gibson> could just be you and me, I suppose. Every party has to start 
somewhere. We'll wait for someone to come along.
<Savant> ::she chuckled:: that's a good way to look at it. How do we go about 
starting one of those up?
<Gibson> ::pauses a moment before moving his arm around and resting it on 
Savant's waist, taking the other and holding her hand with it:: I hear most 
parties have dancing... ::triggers the room's audio system to play something 
slow and classical::
<Gibson> ::moves up against her, feeling the intoxicating tickle of that 
forcebeam::
<Savant> ::she beams widely and chuckles a quiet little chuckle,:: you're a 
darling, you really are.
<Gibson> ::can't help but smile at that:: thank you. You're one, too, for 
putting up with a guy like me.
<Savant> ::She danced slowly:: put up? Jack, you're a doll. Don't be so hard on 
yourself.
<Gibson> oh, Oracle. ::dances with her, wanting this to continue forever...::
<Savant> ************* Sim End *************
<Obs_Farrell> Awwwwww!
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