[21:30] let's go LCARS ^_^ [21:30] go web! [21:30] **sim start** [21:30] shazam! [21:30] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= 30 Aug 2002 was Coronado's FIVE year anniversary! Huzzah! Welcome to Coronado Year SIX!' [21:30] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +mnt [21:30] ::Savant stood at the door of the entrance to the changing room of Coro's small rec room [21:31] ::enters the rec deck carrying a padd and grimaces:: [21:31] ::seated on a bench in the rec room:: [21:31] ::sits on a bench in the rec room, glancing around:: [21:31] ::whistles loudly:: Senior officers and staff, your attention please. [21:32] ::looks up at Smith:: [21:32] ::The hologram was about to head off to the punching bags, but looked over at SMith with curiousity:: [21:32] ::glances about as the ladies make their way over:: Got a little problem, folks. [21:33] what's that, Sir? [21:33] ::frowns:: What, our next match has been cancelled? [21:34] ::shakes his head:: The senior staff paresi squares team has been... volunteered... for a... special mission. [21:34] ::blinks:: [21:34] ::Savant cocks an eyebrow and grins faintly:: Sounds dangerous. [21:35] Dangerous, Savant, is understand it. [21:35] Seems the captian was playing poker with Commander Singer and some of the senior staff from the late starship Gryphon. [21:36] Oh no... ::has a bad feeling:: [21:36] oh? I recall him leaving for that ^_^ [21:38] Wanting to cheer them up after the loss of their ship and crew, the Captain generously offered up the paresi squares team as collateral for his bet. He promised them - under binding contract - that we would play their team should he lose the match. And lose he did. Quite spectacularly. Tried to draw to the inside straight and wound up with a pair of jacks. To Commander Singer's full house, Aces over Kings. [21:38] ::winces:: And their team survived? Bad enough they lost their ship, but now they have to be beaten by us? [21:38] Well, i don't mind playing against them. They've got a good team, it'll be a lot of fun ^_^ [21:39] We have to play them naked. [21:39] ^_^;; . . . [21:39] ::burst in laughter, nearly falling off the bench:: [21:39] say again, Commander? [21:39] ::BLINKS:: [21:39] ::composes herself for a moment and looks up at Smith, obvisouly not hearing him correctly:: [21:40] We have to play naked. Nude. In the buff. Au natural. In our birthday suits. [21:40] You're kidding us... [21:40] Clear enough for everyone? [21:40] Kidding? ::snorts:: No, but I wish I were. [21:40] but... my bits will show! [21:41] Um, no. [21:41] ::starts to laugh again, restrains herself as best she can:: [21:41] I am NOT playing nude. [21:41] Savant, the last thing I'm worried about is a little skin showing. Paresi Squares is dangerous enough with the right equipment. [21:42] Dang straight. Like Lieutant Gilmore's broken clavicle last week... [21:42] ::looks to Maiko:: Unfortunately, Lieutenant, it was a legally binding contract. Admiral Wallace was at the game and certified it himself. [21:42] oh jeez... I'm going to find Captain Daren, and i'm going to.... i'm so irritated, i odn't know *what* i'm going to do! [21:42] The ADMIRAL certified it?!? [21:43] That's it, I'm going to get promoted to a point where I can annoy him daily for this. A bet's a bet, but this is ridiculous! Do you know how many people on board are going to be watching? [21:43] Seems Wallace is a bit of joker. Thought that Daren could pull it off and not have to go through with it. But Singer was so taken with the idea that she had them draw up a contract. I showed up just in time to see the Captain's face when he lost. [21:44] he's probably laughing his rear off.. he's not on the team. [21:44] ::steps into the room, wearing federation workout wear:: What's all this? My ears have been burning lately... [21:44] ::stares, mouth agape, as smith continues his story:: [21:44] ::not really listening to Smith, burying her face in her hands:: Do you have any IDEA what a living hell you have made for us now? We're going to have to endure catcalls, whistles, - and god help us if anyone has a holocamera with them or we'll have bootleg dirty pictures of us floating around the ship until the day she's decomissioned! [21:44] ::Savant turns to face the Captain with an evil look on her face, as, undoubtably does the rest of the people int eh room:: [21:45] ::glances at the captain:: The good news is that Admiral Wallace made the Captain put into writing that he'd be on the team as well. [21:45] ::gets up upon hearing Daren's voice and clenches her fists:: [21:45] Team? Commander? [21:45] ::growls:: You'd better hope that we don't decide to just beat you to death when we enter that arena CAPTAIN. [21:45] The naked Paresi Squares team, sir. You know, this mess you've gotten us into, sir. [21:46] I think the ladies wish to eviscerate you about now, Captain. [21:46] ::Savant smirks a little smirk:: [21:46] thank goodness i'm a hologram, or you'd be in more trouble than i can think of... and i can think of a lot. [21:47] Arena, what the hel- ::shoots a look at Smith:: You'd think those currently working in Intelligence would have some...::looks back:: The man's pulling your legs...can't believe you fell for that [21:47] ::glances at Savant:: You can still make his life a living nightmare though. You've got the access. All I can do is lock him in a shuttle, disable its controls, and send it into the nearest star. [21:48] ::looks at D'rall:: They'll be none of that... [21:48] ::smirks at Daren:: Don't think that'll work on this crowd, Kid. [21:48] :Savant steps towards Daren like a predatory animal, her voice a cool purr:: I'm checking over the contract right now, Sir... it looks perfectly rock solid to me." [21:48] ::turns back and fakes a polite smile:: Don't be too sure sir. [21:48] ::eyes D'rall up and down:: However, I do believe you could pull it off, Lieutenant ::Grins:: [21:49] ::continues to observe the converstation, a confused grin on her face:: [21:49] contract? lemme see that! Mind sharing some photons? or a PADD? [21:49] ::gets a rather enraged look in her eyes and looks like she's about to jump the Captain - even if she's not that great a fighter:: [21:49] * Savant holds up a hand, displaying the contract int he air in front of him [21:49] ::looks at D'rall:: Good form ::winks:: [21:50] ::Reads:: ah yeah, that's what I thought, see this here? ::points the area with his finger:: [21:50] ::growls:: If you weren't my captain, I'd knock you clear across this room in a second. [21:51] Easy, Maiko. Certain rules will be in place, per the contract. It'll be as safe and private as it can be. [21:51] Classic forgery. Now if you don't mind I did come here for a reason... ::moves slowly to a hovercycle:: [21:51] If those rules don't include at least bikini atire, I'd rather forfeit:: [21:52] forgery? Captain, i'm looking at the bits and bytes of this thing, it isn't forged ^_^ [21:52] ::stares blankly at the captain:: [21:52] ::looks between Daren, Savant, and Smith:: [21:52] ::She steps a bit closer, pleasant, but with an edge of danger to her tone and stance, :: It's ironclad. [21:52] Well, I'm not partaking in any game...I hate persey's squares... [21:53] o-ho-ho-ho-ho.. if we have to do this, don't think that you're getting away with not making a show [21:53] Captain, the bet with Commander Singer's crew. Your failed straight versus her full house. Any of that ring a bell? [21:53] ::nods with Savant:: The ENTIRE team doffs it if we have to go through with this ::glower:: [21:53] ::puts a set of audio outputs in his ears, flips on music, and begins cycling:: [21:54] ::glares at Daren:: I don't suppose there's anything legally we can use if, say, he was drunk off his bum when he made that bet? [21:54] oh, no.. i've got the record of the game right now. He was entirely sober. [21:55] No signs of telepathic manipulation? Presence of a clone? Shapeshifter? [21:55] nothing that would stnad up in a court. [21:55] I wouldn't go far as to say he was drunk. But the man had taken a drink or two. Other than that, stone sober. Man deserves a drink now and then. I mean, what's a brotha to do? He's a captain! [21:56] ::She turned to look at hte CO with a wicked predatory smile:: personally, i'm willing to do this as long as he does it as well. [21:56] Then it's finally happened... ::looks at Savant:: He's lost it. Gone nuts. Flipped his lid. Joined the nut farm. Bounced too hard on a trampoline in a low ceiling area one too many times. [21:56] ::takes one of the things out of his ears and addresses the crowd:: Well don't just stand there, get moving...you could all use a little workout, don't think I haven't noticed. That goes for you too Commander Savant, I've noticed those photons drooping on the backside there ::grins slyly and returns to his workout:: [21:57] ^_^;;..... [21:57] can I kill him? please? slowly? [21:57] And can I help? [21:57] ::smirks slyly:: Now, now, ladies. [21:57] Commander, with all due respect, you have nothing to worry about. [21:57] ::Savant nudges up the speed controls on Daren's stationary cycle.. slowly, but with increasing speed:: [21:58] ::smirks again:: You've noticed, eh, Lieutenant? [21:58] Do you know how much face I'm going to loose in my own department? I've already got Ensign Kerman practically disobeying me every turn and sleeping away duty shifts. How am I supposed to reprimand one of my officers when they only see me as a... a THING? [21:58] Hmm, ::looks down:: thing appears to be malfunctioning... [21:58] ::chuckles again, gazing around the rec room in awe:: [21:59] ::glances at Kari:: Yes, Commander? Something funny? [21:59] ::groans, walking around, trying to figure some way out of this:: [21:59] I do believe the winner of the game should take on the flag staff... ::smiles:: [21:59] ::beams:: You havn't been paying attention? [22:00] oh, i hope that *you* win, Sir [22:00] I see nothing amusing about this, Commander. People could get seriously injured playing this game. [22:01] and that is different from any other time people play this game, how? [22:01] Hmm, pride too....down in flames [22:01] ::barks a laugh as she paces:: [22:02] They could get hurt... worse. [22:02] don't look at us.. look at our dear Captain [22:03] They could get hurt worse at our hands ::glowers:: I'm sure swinging things around we'll be sure to accidentally 'hit' certain areas on you gentlemen. ::evil glare:: [22:03] Look, but don't look THAT closely, why do you think I'm here afterall ::smiles:: [22:03] ::Savant laughs a good natured laugh:: well, you may as well get used to it Captain, the whole Defender fleet is going to see it come the next game. [22:04] it? [22:04] ::resumes pacing:: [22:04] having people scrutinize your every. . . detail. [22:04] It - your own personal "flag staff", captain. [22:05] Little willie, as it may be [22:05] <> [22:05] [hee hee!] [22:05] Your 'tallywhacker' too [22:06] oh you mean this? ::jumps off the hovercycle quickly, notices it still moving:: [22:06] ::chuckles:: Okay, people. I'm sure the captain has enough on his mind that he doesn't need us reminding him of his phallic shortcomings. [22:06] ::pacing:: I'm not even really a member of this team, I just joined to replace Henderson when he tore his rotator cuff! I was just looking for a good workout, not a chance to show my body to every leering male onboard this ship! [22:07] ::tosses a towel at the lot of them:: whew, what a workout :) [22:08] ::Savant rolls her eyes:: You're terrible, Captain. [22:08] ::holds up the padd:: Anyway, it seems that the official roster reads as follows: Maiko D'Rall, Karissa Ma'Aru, Savant, myself, Captain Daren, Dr. Read, Colonel Ironside, and Commander Oswald. [22:08] *** Obs_Santiago is now known as Gibson [22:09] That;s not what his momma says ::points to Smith:: [22:09] ::blinks:: [22:09] My momma is dead, Captain. Thank you very much. [22:09] Whooooa no. [22:09] <> [22:09] Nuh uh, I'm not doing it. [22:09] ::finishes up on the variable gravity machine and mops the sweat from his brow:: [22:10] ::balks:: Excuse me? I havn't played -squares since secondary school, and I'm certinely not on the Coro's command staff [22:10] That contract didn't mention any of us specifically by NAME, did it? [22:10] you poor nebbishes... [22:10] it did, in fact, all of us. [22:10] ::glares at Daren:: You are SO... dead... [22:10] ::glances down at the padd and then at Daren:: Captain drew it up himself. [22:10] ::kicks his feet out:: Am I now? [22:11] Admiral Wallace certified it. [22:11] ::dashes towards Smith and takes the PADD from his hands:: [22:11] ::savant makes a show of cracking her knuckles:: [22:11] So, it's orders, people. Straight from a ranking officer. [22:12] Then I request shore leave. Starting now and to end the second this ridiculous match does. [22:12] ::smirks at Kari:: Not so funny now, is it, Shugah. [22:12] I guess I had better get to work on that android. [22:12] ::thumbs through the PADD in disbelief:: [22:12] ::Savant grins at Kari:: [22:12] oh, and Clarence? [22:13] Sorry, Maiko. You can have your leave, but come game time, you're recalled. [22:13] ::in a sing-song voice:: I had better not catch you with a holocam [22:13] ::makes half-gargled sound of fustration:: [22:13] I can't wait to get a look at that trophy....::looks at D'rall:: Oh, no, not yours Lieutenant...the one for the winner of the game ::grins slyly:: [22:13] ::nods:: Holocams and other recording devices are strictly forbidden. [22:13] << Must... control... fists of death...>> [22:13] don't worry, Savant. [22:13] I've played enough nude matches in my day [22:14] really? o_o [22:14] You... worthless... adolescent... immature... PERVERT! ::screams in rage and heads for the women's locker room:: [22:14] oh, playing with matches in the nude is veeeeery dangerous Mr. Gibson... [22:14] ::looks at D'rall leave:: Was it something I...said? ::grins:: [22:14] Remind me how you got to be captain again, Captain/ [22:15] ::lowers the PADD in disbelief:: (m) Lora Kor can get me out of this...I'm not even in Daren's chain of command...he can't issue orders like this... [22:15] ::shrugs:: Killed the guy ahead of me, we are klingon, are we not? [22:15] Sure. my dorm building's team captain lost more bets than you people could ever hope to make [22:15] the orders are technically from Admiral Wallace, Kariasa. . . we're stuck. [22:15] you didn't think you were the first paresis squares team to play nude, did you? [22:15] ::leans over to Kari:: Wallace ranks LoraKor by TIS. But there's a slight chance he could get us all out of this. [22:16] ::Savant points her finger at Daren:: you owe us, Mister. Big- time. [22:16] ::laces his trekkers back up and heads to the snackbar:: vitamin C monster, thanks. [22:16] ::nods, thinking through this:: [22:16] Actually you see, since I knew Commander Singer long before I was Captain or there was a Flag Staff for the Whitestone group and when you were under my command, we're going through that loophole...::looks at Smith, nodding:: Right? [22:17] ::Comes back out of the locker room, changed into regular apparel:: [22:18] i don't follow you at all, Sir. [22:19] Oh you know, I think we'd better start practicing...right Commander Smith ::reachs for the zipper on his workout suit:: [22:19] ::glares at Daren as she walks into the room:: [22:19] That's the dumbest line of reason I think I've heard since the last time Tamarith opened his mouth. [22:19] Sir. [22:19] I think the Captain has a point. Rank before regiment, Captain, after you. You're the leader of this team. [22:20] <> [22:21] Lieutenant....don't make me disrobe you ::glares:: [22:22] ::dressed in casual wear:: Well, you're just going to have to wait until game day, because if the only chance for revenge I have is for you to get knocked silly while you ogle me, I'm not going to show a square centimeter of skin until game day. ::Sticks out her tongue and leaves:: [22:22] Captain, that would be highly inappropriate, and I might have to take command from you then. [22:22] You'll do no such thing... [22:22] ::walks down the hall and to the turbolift stop, waiting for a car:: [22:22] +taps+ Smith to D'Rall. [22:23] ::sighs and shakes his head:: I remember my first buffer game... [22:23] ::glares at the badge on her chest and stuffs it into the duffel with her workout gear:: [22:23] +taps+ No, Lieutenant, you really can't leave now... [22:23] ::Savant crosses her arms, looking a little irritable at this point:: [22:23] ::nods to Daren and indicates the door:: I'll take care of the rest of them, sir. [22:23] TL> ::enters TL:: Deck 7. [22:24] Hmm, I didn't expect that to happen. Think I should apologize or something? [22:24] ::wanders up alongside Savant and offers her some of his smoothie:: [22:24] ::scowls at Daren:: [22:24] ::nods slowly and says again:: I'll hold down the fort here. [22:24] ::She lifts up a hand to politly decline Gibson's offer:: careful, Captain... that really could be construed as harrassment. [22:25] Well I really did mean what I said about practice...lets get on with it, or 'off' with it whichever you prefer...::pulls the 'zipper2400' down on his workout shirt:: [22:25] ::steps out of the turbolift and into Seventh Heaven - and several people point at her as she walks in, rumors having apparently gotten around:: [22:26] I'm not sure I understand your annoyance, Savant. [22:26] ::looks at the sign strapped to Daren's back and sniggers:: [22:26] ::Savant sighs and shakes her head, putting her head in a hand at the Captain's behaviour:: [22:26] ::she whispers to Gibson's ear:: just putting on a show [22:26] ::unclasps his sweatpants:: Well, people...? AM I all alone in this endeavor, or are we a CREW?! [22:27] ::throws herself into a booth and puts her feet up on the table, ordering a vanilla milkshake:: [22:27] Captain, at least turn around. [22:27] ::closes her eyes:: Must be a joke, must be a joke, PLEASE be a joke.... [22:27] ah. ::turns and heads back to the snack bar, dropping his now- empty glass into the receptacle:: [22:27] well, seeing as you were the one that lost the hand of cards, and you were the one that volunteered us for this without asking... i suppose we're a crew under duress ^_^ [22:27] Don't make them see um, Li'l Will. [22:27] ::stares blankly in disbelief:: [22:28] ::hands out padds:: Here are position assignments for the team. Learn them well. [22:28] ::throws his shirt into the corner, turns around, about to remove his pants...giving everyone in the room a full view of the sign on his back reading: 'You've been Had! Coutesy of Commander Smith (him and only him, Captain Daren had nothing to do with it! Honestly!):: [22:29] 7H> ::massages her temple:: Bad dream, yes, a nightmare, open my eyes and it'll all be a bad dream..... [22:29] ::mutters:: Mr. Smith, is that joyous laughter I detect with my tricorder? Hmm [22:29] i don't think i'l be doing *this* position. [22:30] ::chuckles as the padds all change displays to read "You've been had! courtesy of Captain Daren (him and only him, Commander Smith had nothing to do with it! Honestly!):: [22:30] 7H> ::isn't aware that the chuckling in Seventh Heaven is about how she was one of the targets of the joke, not of her upcoming performance in a nude Paresis Squares match:: [22:30] ::reads the PADD, nods curtly, and makes for the door:: [22:31] ::looks at Smith:: WHat'd you do? [22:31] ::savant smirks:: [22:31] ::calls out:: Commander Ma'Aru! [22:31] ::turns around, face barren of expression:: [22:31] Ys> [22:31] <> [22:32] I need to talk to you about Captain Serrold-Fel later, if it's no trouble. [22:33] Well that's the last time I let you talk me into anything, number one, indeed. ::puts his shirt back on:: [22:33] i think my statement stands, Captain.. You're terrible. [22:33] ::slurps at the milkshake through the straw, trying to forget what's happened:: [22:33] Me? It was Wallace's idea. He's never coming to poker night again. [22:33] oh, *wallace*, was it? [22:34] Now, one of us needs to go talk to Ms. D'Rall. You want to? Or should I? [22:34] Understood, sir. ::turns again and heads out towards the corridor:: [22:34] ::she gets a wide, wicked grin:: well, the good admiral wil have to learn that no one pranks Savant without getting it back ten times over. [22:34] ::casts a sidelong glance at Karissa as she leaves:: What the hell is eating her? [22:34] you may want to do that through a comm-channel. Ensign D'rall is likely to strike back. [22:34] ::looks at Smith:: uh, you...and that's an order ::grins:: Sometimes it's good to be King [22:35] and sometimes.. it's very, very bad ^_- [22:35] I think I can handle one little girl. [22:35] *> ::...:: [22:35] ::Savnat blinks:: [22:35] i don't believe i just heard that. [22:35] say again, Commander Smith? [22:36] 7H> ::stares out the window at Reor'sa below them:: [22:36] I said, I think I can handle Ms. D'Rall. [22:36] ::Savant turns serious:: Commander... I seriously recommend that you review your attitudes towards your crew. [22:36] 7H> ::grimaces at the thought of having to do a match naked, realizing some sort of payment must be exacted from the guilty parties:: [22:37] 7H> ::steps into the lounge and glances around:: [22:37] She is....all yours, Commander. I think I'll spend the rest of the day in my Quarter's finding new and interesting crap for you to do...::gathers his things and steps out:: Good Evening...all [22:37] Savant, Maiko D'Rall is about as close to a daughter as I think I'll ever have again. Because in many ways, she is very much like my own little girl. It's not a diminuative I use, but a term of endearment. [22:38] 7H> ::seated as she is, does not see Kari enter:: [22:38] ::Savant is clearly not buying it.:: mm-hmm. In any case, she's been very offended by this little joke. [22:39] ::comes up towards the booth Maiko is seated at and slides the PADD in front of her on the table:: [22:39] Huh, what's this? [22:40] 7H> ::looks at the PADD, blinking a few times:: [22:40] 7H> ::mutters:: It was all a JOKE? ::looks at Kari:: [22:41] 7H> ::nods once:: Mind if I have a seat? [22:41] So it would seem, Savant. So much for my twisted sense of humor. [22:41] 7H> ::motions for Kari to join her as she takes her feet off the table:: Only if you want to talk revenge though ::evil smile:: [22:43] I appreciate a good joke as much as anyone else, Sir. . . but you have to be careful to tailor the shoe to the foot. [22:44] ::nods:: Yeah, yeah. I know. [22:44] 7H> ::stares blankely at Maiko:: I believe I already have that figured out. [22:44] ::enters the TL:: Where's she at, Savant? [22:44] 7H> ::Though the hologram wasn't there, her voice hung by Maiko's table:: don't leave me out of this. [22:45] 7H> ::grins:: Good, good. What's our revenge? [22:45] TL> She's in Seventh Heaven. [22:45] 7H> Savant. Excellent, it would be very handy to have you for this. [22:45] 7H> Whatever it's going to be... i want it to be prolonged, and embarrassing. [22:45] TL> Seventh Heaven, Deck 7, Forward section. [22:45] 7H> First, can keep Smith away from here for a few minutes? [22:45] 7H> Will do. [22:46] 7H> And the Captain too, just in case [22:46] ::shakes his head and heads to the heatroom for his yoga session:: poor, poor greens. [22:46] TL> ::Smoth's turbolift jerked once, and opened it's doors.. onto deck twelve:: [22:46] I'm all for beaming a Braid into their showers the next time they bathe. [22:46] 7H> A braid? poor thing! [22:47] TL> Wrong deck. Savant, is there something wrong with the turbolift system? It delivered me to Deck 12. [22:47] ::Savant's hologrma hadn't ever left the rec room:: why do you say that, Clarence? [22:47] 7H> ::chuckles:: That's not such a bad idea, be sure to beam a few members of Reorsan press up at the same time, though [22:47] 7H> Well it's either that or a Hunter. [22:47] TL> There's a bit of a malfunction.... try again, Sir. [22:47] nothing. just seems like a really big noise about a small thing. ::enters the heatroom:: [22:48] ::Savant follows behind him:: Oh, they're just playing. It's good for morale. [22:48] TL> Uh huh... Seventh Heaven. Deck 7. Forward section. [22:48] 7H> Anyway, in a matter of hours the communications wormhole will open, right? [22:48] 7H> Actually, you have something there. It needs to be something humiliating, which means it has to be in public. [22:48] i'm not certain that's all it is. there was a lot more than that in the room just ten minutes ago. death threats. thinkgs likethat [22:48] TL> ::The lift zoomed off again.... stopping suddenly. It jerked back to life again and rattled its' doors open- into main engineering.:: [22:49] TL> How about... Deck 6, sickbay? [22:49] ::Savant sighed:: Ms D'rall is a bit sensitive about the issue i think. Smith really needss to apologize, I think. [22:50] hmm. [22:50] 7H> The communications wormhole? We're not going to mess anything up about that, are we? [22:50] ::crouches on the mat and starts his breathing exercises:: [22:50] TL> ::Up it went, to deck three:: [22:50] 7H> hmmph, I'm personally satisfied with emotionally tramatizing, but if you want it to be public then forget that [22:50] ::Savant sat cross-legged on a low bench:: [22:51] TL> ::harumphs:: Deck 9, main bridge and Command Information Center. [22:51] 7H> I've always liked prolonged frustrations, myself. ::As the turbolift rattled its doors open, painfully slow:: [22:51] 7H> ::shrugs:: The thought of making that contract public and forcing them through with it did cross my mind. [22:51] TL> ::goes nowhere, does nothing:: [22:51] 7H> ::winces:: That means we'ed have to do it too [22:52] 7H> I can talk to Admiral Aldur about him "losing" a poker game of his own. . . [22:52] 7H> ::shakes her head:: Not if we're declared medically unfit to play ::grins:: And I've seen the Doctor and Reed - maybe the Doctor would help us out ::grins:: [22:53] TL> Ahem, Savant? Care to adjust the turbolift? Or do I call Mr. Farley? [22:53] 7H> Doctor Reed? He dosn't seem entirely like the helpful kind. Ohh, and Oswald would track it back here and kills us multiple times over [22:53] TL> Sir? I don't run turbolifts, Sir, you may want to talk to Engineering. I think it's a hardware malfunction. [22:54] TL> Savant, are you telling me that with complete access to the core and every major system, you can't tell me what's worng and reroute around it yourself? [22:54] 7H> ::shrugs:: The only other thing I can think of is to beam their clothing off when they're on duty, but that just seems to easy. What about this communications wormhole idea of yours? [22:55] <;D>> [22:55] TL> No, Sir... I am, however, currently occupied in one thousand, two hundred and eighty three seperate threads. If i were to start taking over the jobs of other people on the ship, i'd have so many threads i'd be moving as slow as a turtle in winter. [22:56] TL> Uh huh. Can you get this thing to take me up a level to my quarters? [22:56] TL> Tell you what, Sir. I'll do it manually for you ^_^ hold on, it may be bumpy. [22:57] TL> ::leans back against the bulkhead:: Okay. Go. [22:57] 7H> Smith seems to have a certain sensitivity towards affairs with him family in M64. A bit of research should be able to uncover the specifics and provide us with enough detail to do a forgery ourselves. [22:57] TL> ::Savant slapped the doors shut, sure he wasn't going to get hit by them... and shoved the car up quickly... not too quickly, but fast enough. The doors snapped open again:: [22:57] <> [22:57] 7H> I don't know if i want to impersonate his family, Ma'am... that seems a pretty low blow. [22:58] 7H> ::frowns:: I hate him, but I want to humiliate him... that's getting a little too personal. [22:58] TL> ::staggers out drunkely:: Thanks, Savant... I think. [22:58] TL> ::Cheerily:: Any time, Sir. Don't worry about calling Engineering, i've already logged the repairs for them. [22:58] 7H> ::nods:: Alright, suit yourselves. [22:59] 2> How thoughtful. [22:59] 2> And Savant? [22:59] 2> yes Sir? [22:59] 2> The next time they ask you to keep me away, just tell me they'd rather not be disturbed. [22:59] 2> ::shakes his head as he makes his way to his quarters:: [23:00] 2> ::Her grin was almost audible:: Fair enough. Oh, and Commander? [23:00] 2> Yeah? [23:00] 2> Keep your head down. [23:00] 7H> It has to be quid pro roe.. or whatever that phrase is. We have to get them with a similar prank. [23:01] 2> ::grunts as he walks into his quarters:: I was going to say I'm sorry... [23:01] 7H> I still say we have a chat with Admiral Aldur. [23:01] 2> I think the best way to apologize woudl be to. . . keep your head down, Sir ^_^ [23:01] 7H> quit pro quo...and to what effect? [23:02] 7H> And it'll be turned over to a disciplinary board or at best a reprimand, right? [23:02] *** Quits: JD_Smith (christianc@322bbfaa.330f146.36cd2766.27ad84c0X) (Leaving: "It was a small price I paid for putting foot to ass for my country." -Augustus Gibbons, "XXX") [23:02] 7H> If he disciplines you for it, that'll be terribly ungraceful. [23:02] <> [23:03] [sure] [23:03] 7H> Do you really think that the Admiral would be willing to help us get revenge? [23:03] 7H> I know him rather well... and he and Wallace are old friends. I'm sure i can talk him into playing a prank or two on Wallace and his cronies ^_- [23:04] 7H> (m) ...Did he say Serrold? [23:04] 7H> Just so long as they end up as humiliated as we almost were. Quid pro quo. ::grin:: [23:06] 7H> I'll talk with the Admiral. Perhaps we can get Lora in on this as well.. i think he may be amused by it. [23:06] 7H> If you think it'll work - just make sure we're in on it. [23:07] 7H> ::looks at Kari:: Sound good? [23:07] 7H> Oh, of course. . . What should this little prank be about? [23:07] 7H> ::seems rather interested in something else now:: yeah...that's fine [23:08] 7H> What's it all about? ::gets a very evil-looking Maiko grin:: One word: REVENGE. [23:09] 7H> ::she chortles:: I'll have a brainstorm with a friend of mine, and we'll see what we come up with. [23:11] <> [23:11] ((sure ^_^)) [23:11] **sim end**