[21:08] maybe a little blues cafe, we can allt ake turns reading bad poetry [21:08] excellent [21:08] "damn the electric fence! i wish i were a woman! ::blows candle out::" [21:09] New Orleans jazz club, heh [21:09] "...thank you" [21:09] * Aggie looks through his collection of self-written poetry. [21:09] "Bourbon Stree... time - 2AM..." [21:09] Jazz club would be cool - Mardi Gras being tomorrow and all ;) [21:09] Something interesting today. [21:09] Heh. [21:09] *** Joins: Shadow-FjP (asdf@2430b3da.385a42df.252137e.37148937X) [21:09] * Playing 'Shadow-FjP.txt' to #USS-Coro with 1000ms delay [21:09] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +o Shadow-FjP [21:09] Shadow-FjP = Major Jacob Prescot, Battalion Commander, 1BBN/8REG. [21:09] * Playback of 'Shadow-FjP.txt' complete [21:09] we want to do that? [21:09] hm? [21:10] Jazz club :) [21:10] ::snickers:: I'm not going anything for beads though [21:10] I guess I'm up for that. [21:11] No one gets to yell out, "Show me your - " well, what Maiko said ;) [21:11] going - doing, typing - pot [21:11] *** Joins: Daren (~ccatt@36df8733.241b33b.dyn.optonline.net) [21:11] * Playing 'Daren.txt' to #uss-coro with 1000ms delay [21:11] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +o Daren [21:11] Daren = Captain William Daren, Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Coronado (IC). [21:11] * Playback of 'Daren.txt' complete [21:11] ::jump-starts the logical side of his brain:: [21:12] *** Kari is now known as urA`aM_2SCL [21:12] Um.. [21:12] *** urA`aM_2SCL is now known as Kari [21:13] um? [21:13] mardi gras is tomorrow? [21:13] mardi Gras ain't tomorrow... [21:13] anyways, a little cafe as a setting? in the holodeck obviously [21:14] sure [21:15] tomorrow is Fat Tuesday, ain't it? doesn't Lent start this week? [21:15] Works for me. The usual bistro but on Bourbon Street now, heh [21:15] cute [21:15] ::gets out the camcorder:: Mardi Gras? [21:16] *** Fox is now known as Forester [21:16] okay then ^_^ [21:16] ***************Sim Start************** [21:16] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= Congratulations to Coronado's crew for winning their third straight Bergen!' [21:16] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [21:16] *** Aggie is now known as Smith [21:16] < ::sits at a table wearing a kilt, his hair in neat dreadlocks:: [21:17] ::Strolls into the cafe wearing her usual uniform, hands in her pockets, looking eminently relaxed:: [21:17] ::is in the next holodeck over, working inside the holoenvironment to set up the first piloting challenge:: [21:17] *** Parts: Kari (~Kari@36391f10.296d6466.rapidsys.com) [21:17] :;enters the holodeck in some casual clothes;: [21:18] ::waves a waiter over:: [21:18] ::sighs, adjusting gravimetric stress by a factor of two, towering over the spacescape, the scale of the program altered for now to allow gross manipulation:: [21:19] ::notices Oswald and turns back to the waiter:: [21:19] What the hell is this? Did you batter this fish to death? [21:19] ::sits at a seat by the stage and conjures herself up a small cup of espresso:: [21:19] ;;looks at Smith;; yelling at the waiter for your bad order won't help things any... [21:19] Waiter> This is fried fish and potatoes. Very popular here. [21:20] ::glares at the waiter:: I know what the hell it is. I ordered it, didn't I? But what the hell IS this? The fish looks like it's got two centimeters of batter on it. [21:20] :;sits down at Smith's table:: [21:20] ::is obviously a little on the worn and overworked side, watching a simulation of the safest course of action move through the region:: [21:20] Waiter> ::sighs and takes back the fish and chips:: [21:20] ::enters the holodeck in a cream blouse and a knee-length dark brown skirt, her hair resting on her shoulders and down her back:: [21:21] :;call back the waiter;; I'll eat it... ::takes the food and begins eating:: [21:21] ::grunts:: Hey, waiter, pour me a drink. ::looks to Oswald:: Hell, just leave the bottle. [21:21] :: slips a pair of small mirrored glasses form ehr pocket and puts them on:: [21:22] ::raises an eyebrow at Smith:: I'm that much of an eyesore old man? [21:22] ::walks into the holodeck, not really knowing what to expect:: hey, cool. ça oú fe? [21:22] ::lifts a hand and brushes her hair back behind her ears, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darker interior:: [21:23] Good... Computer, alter scale and user perspective to base requirements and save program. ::sighs, raises her gaze to the ceiling:: Savant, could you make sure no-one on board gets access to this holoprogram except me and anyone I authorize? I'd rather not anyone get a peek at this just yet. ::tired smile:: [21:23] *** Obs_Santiago is now known as Gibson [21:23] ::glances to Oswald and takes a slug of bourbon whiskey:: Nope. [21:23] ::glances and smiles at Forester as he passes her and moves toward the bar:: [21:23] ::She replies to Maiko... her voice by Maiko's ear across into the other holodeck, but her lips moving:: Of course, Maiko. Consider it done.: [21:24] ::returns the smile, though it is faint, then glances toward the table where some of the officers are sitting, compressing her lips thoughtfully:: [21:24] ::listens to the soft jazz pouring through the room:: But I figured, what the hell? [21:24] Thanks. ::stomach growls as she exits the holodeck and passes by the other, the program reading catching her eye:: [21:25] ;;eats some of the fish:: they you shouldn't drink yourself to death... much better to kill yourself this way ::gestures to the fish:: [21:25] ::Savant stands up and goes to the microphone ont he small stage, announcing:: Who has a good grip? We're all playing the same game. Just try to hold on. [21:25] ::stomach growls again:: Closest food around I guess. ::walks in, immediately accosted by the sights, sounds, smells, of the cafe:: [21:26] ::hears Savant at the stage and turns around:: [21:27] ::turns as she hears the holodeck doors open, then smiles:: Lieutenant. [21:27] ::points at the drums which produce a cymbal crash, and she steps off the stage goes back to her seat:: [21:28] Riiiight. ::takes a sip:: [21:28] ::confused look on her face:: [21:28] ::sits at Savant's table:: what was that? [21:28] avant-garde poetry? [21:28] ::shakes her head as if to clear it:: I really MUST be that tired... [21:28] No, I'm not drinking myself to death. This is regular ol' synthehol. [21:29] same difference... [21:29] ::she takes her glasses off:: It's haiku. Avant-garde poetry is practically a requirement of a place like this. [21:29] excellent [21:29] any reason you're trying to make yourself sick off of synthehol? [21:29] Now, Commander Tal, over on Panache.... she had some issues with real alcohol recently. Though I think she's doing better now. [21:29] is it yours? [21:29] I'm fine, Commander. Drop it. Please. [21:29] ::meanders to an empty table and glances over the menu:: [21:30] that one? yes. I just came up with it. Haiku is supposed to be spontaneous. [21:30] ::rolls her eyes:: [21:30] really? i didn't know that [21:30] * Savant nods [21:30] The only poem, that has any true meaning, comes out of nothing. [21:31] ::Savant shrugs and sits down:: [21:31] ::sighs:: I'm sorry. I know you're just watching out for the old man. Sorry. [21:31] ::takes a smaller sip:: [21:31] did I say old? i meant ancient... [21:31] ::her smile slips as Maiko glides right past her:: [21:31] why aren't you in a museum anyways? [21:31] ::smiles at Smith:: [21:31] you just... sneeze those things, don't you? that's amazing [21:32] ::She smirks a bit:: Anyone can do it with a little practice. [21:32] ::sighs:: I should be in a museum. [21:33] ::looks up, around, her brain finallly catching up:: Oh... Sorry Forester. Kinda lost in thought [21:33] ::looks at Smith, seriously:: you're not actually suppose to agree with me... it take all the fun outta poking fun at you... [21:33] ::approaches Maiko, allowing her smile to return, and takes a look at the menu as well:: That's alright. I'm used to it. [21:33] Relic of a bygone era, Zunite. That's what I am. [21:34] why you say that? [21:34] Galavanting around the galaxy is a game for the young. [21:34] ::grins:: With Captain Daren and Commander Smith, that's something of the norm. ::frowns at the menu:: What IS half this stuff? [21:34] ::thinks:: I think I remember someone telling me about this stage in a man's life.. you're having a midlife crisis aren't ya... [21:34] ::motions to the appetizers:: I'm not sure, really, but I know the shrimp and the rice are both very good. [21:35] ::pats Smith's arm:: don't worry sir... I'm sure there's a nice car around here for you somewhere... [21:35] or motorcycles... I hear motorcycles are popular too... [21:35] ::growls:: No one goes through that anymore. That was cured along with every other basic mental/emotional malady at the start of the 23rd Century. [21:35] ::stomach growls:: Well, right now, anything would be good. [21:35] "morning dewdrop falls / glint of sun in downward path / whole sun in one drop" [21:36] wow.. that's very pretty Clarence. [21:36] ::blinks at Smith:: HA! [21:36] ::skims the entrees as she brushes her hair back behind her ear:: Oh.. and the gumbo, also. Shrimp gumbo. ::glances at Maiko:: Do you like shrimp? [21:36] ... yea right... that's why my mom still claims to this day that I'll grow out of my "teen years"... one of these days... [21:37] thanks. though it's not spontaneous. I wrote it a while ago. that was back when all i knew was the format and that they had to be about an action, preferably one in nature. [21:37] ::shrugs:: Never tried them before. I can tell you all about Reor'san food and a few Terran dishes my mother made for me while growing up, but I've never tried shrimp [21:37] a good vocabulary helps a lot. [21:38] ::grunts:: I've been thinking about retirning lately. [21:38] <> [21:38] how old are you again? [21:38] indeed! you'd need to be pretty thesaurically minded to continuously come up with alternatives [21:38] ::smiles slightly:: You should try this, then. It's good. [21:39] Forty-eight. Spent the past 25-plus years in the service of the Fleet. Now that the war is over, maybe it's time to focus on... other things. [21:39] Alright, I guess that's what I'll have then. ::smiles at the waiter taking the order:: [21:39] ::laughs:: you can't retire... retiring is for really old people.... [21:39] ::she grinned and patted his arm as she sat down:: That's what a good lexicon routine is for. Did you want osmething to eat? [21:40] by your line of thinking the Admiral should be retired ages and ages and ages ago.. [21:40] and I don't see that happening.. [21:40] and you can't retire till i retire... it wouldn't be fair otherwise.. [21:40] ::snorts:: I can retire from the Fleet. I can settle down on Reor'sa, teach at the Academy, raise... cows. [21:40] oh, they're dishing out some jambalaya [21:40] everyone knows I work harder than you... [21:41] ::nods at the waiter:: I'll have the same.. and some iced tea. [21:41] feel free ^_^ [21:41] ::blinks:: you sound like my dad in the alternate universe... [21:41] if you want some, that is. I can never tell when you people are hungry or not. [21:41] Water for me, thanks ::the waiter moves off:: [21:41] of course he had grandkids at that point on the planet.. [21:41] i used to get some every few weeks at Sisko's in New Orleans, back when I was at the academy. ::sees the waiter coming for him:: here it comes now [21:42] ::reaches under his kilt and scratches his knee:: Yeah, well, your father and I - we're a lot alike in one really big respect. [21:42] really, Savant? I'd figure your audio sensors could pick up the contractions in our stomachs. [21:42] nope I don't think you qualify for retirement sir... they won't want to support you on Reor'sa and they probably don't want you at the academy yet... not seasoned enough.. [21:42] yes, I can.. and then i ask, and you say "I'm not hungry". Makes no sense. [21:42] ::watches the waiter go, though she quickly averts her eyes as he nears the table with the other officers:: [21:42] ::leans back in the wireframe chair and sighs:: Busy day for you? [21:43] A quarter-century of service in both Intel and Command isn't seasoned enough? ::takes a drink:: [21:43] nope [21:43] oh. well, that's human psychology. to this day nobody's been able to figure that out [21:43] ::shakes her head slightly, avoiding looking at Maiko; instead, she watches the band:: No, actually. It was my day off. [21:44] ::she nods and sips her holographic espresso:: Join the club. I can't make heads nor tails of it [21:45] ::a tad confused by the yeoman's actions, but says nothing about that for the moment:: Ah, lucky. No such thing exists in the helm department. [21:45] i tend to avoid it whenever possible. why do you think i like you so much? ::smiles:: [21:45] ::takes a drink:: Actually, I made my intentions known to Admiral Wallace a few days ago, back on Reor'sa. He suggested that I take this mission to think about it. But he's - his Intel Officer has requested a transfer out of his command, and he's looking for someone to replace her. We thought that maybe she and I could - trade places. [21:45] ::She chuckles:: don't like people in general, then? [21:46] who? [21:46] no, it was a joke [21:46] I don't mind people. [21:46] ::shrugs, brushing her hair back once more, and spares a momentary glance for the Lieutenant:: I'm not sure anything exists like that for me, either, but I was able to schedule it. [21:46] *** Joins: Natty (lt_command@3ae158ff.1c6ad229.rev.o1.com) [21:46] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Natty [21:46] You might remember her. She used to hold this position about three years ago. [21:47] mm. I thought that was the case ^_^ you aren't anti-social. [21:47] nah she can't replace you if i've already served under her... you gotta stay.... at least till there's new blood for me to suck... [21:47] ::grins tiredly:: [21:48] *** Joins: Kari (~Kari@36391f10.296d6466.rapidsys.com) [21:48] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Kari [21:48] ::sniffs:: it's true... [21:48] no, most definitely not. [21:48] ::nods:: A pretty rare occurance... ::the food arrives and is placed in front of them; Maiko looks at her plate a little quizzically and picks up the shrimp cautiously:: This... is shrimp? [21:48] though i did kind of forget about people for a while there. ::smiles:: [21:48] you send me up against someone who's already served above me and I'm liable to join you planetside... [21:49] not quite so honorably either.. [21:49] ::she grinned a little and leaned on the table:: how are you enjoying your new job in Logistics? [21:49] ::smirks slightly as she sees Maiko lift a shrimp out of the gumbo:: Yes.. it is. You should try it. [21:49] ::nods to the waiter:: [21:49] You weren't Chief Engineer back then, were you? It was... what was his name? Bentup? [21:49] T'Prax... [21:50] ::shudders:: he won't be coming back with her, will he? [21:50] ::holds the dripping shrimp tenderly:: It looks like giant toenail clipping... ::odd look on her face, half revulsion, half curiosity:: [21:50] very nice, thank you. ::smiled and mirrored her posture:: [21:50] ::announces vocally at the mention of T'Prax in the room:: Over my dead processing core, he's coming back! [21:50] ::actually laughs, though the sound is soft, and picks up her own soup spoon:: Then close your eyes. [21:50] aheh... sorry. . . where was I? [21:51] evil though showing him how things are done would make my day... it would get a little old... and probably get me kicked out even faster then simply sending me a former commanding officer who already knows all my tricks.. [21:51] ::turns to glance over her shoulder at Savant:: [21:51] ::shrugs:: I'm not complaining. ::puts the shrimp carefully back in, then spoons up some of the gumbo and tastes it:: [21:52] ... ::sits still, halfstunned at the display:: [21:52] I doubt that Commander Tal knows ALL of your tricks. As I recall, she transferred off for other assignments twice, fairly shortly after she was assigned here. [21:52] I'm glad you're enjoying it. It's a pretty quiet job, really. [21:52] ::thinks:: [21:52] was she the one that was related to someone my mom served with? [21:53] ::leans forward and spoons some of the gumbo up into her mouth, smile as she savors it:: [21:53] And I don't know anything about anyone named TPrix. It was Blackrazor's CO - the one who was thought dead. He was here then. [21:53] If your mom served with Admiral Wallace, then yes. [21:53] that could be even more potential bad... [21:54] ::leans over the table;: think of the potential evil that she could accomplish... [21:54] *** Savant sets mode: +oo Kari Natty [21:54] ::blinks as the gumbo practically explodes into flavor in her mouth:: [21:54] *** Natty is now known as Lauren [21:55] ::whispers;; think of how my mom was able to chew me out in such short order recently and then think of what would happen if one of my commanding officers was connected that closely to her... [21:55] :;shudders;: [21:55] ::she turns about,:: T'Prax is an offensive, invasive, obsessive little gnat who doesn't know to leave well enough alone. [21:55] ::walks into the room, standing by one of the far doors not saying a word:: [21:55] ::lowers the spoon and lifts her eyebrows questioningly, glancing at Maiko:: [21:55] maybe I should look into quarters on Reor'sa if you're leaving... [21:55] yeah, plus i'll get to help out with your pr-- ::stops again, watching the display:: [21:55] ::finishes swallowing:: Whooo... that was a rush... [21:55] aheh... sorry about that. [21:55] I was planning on it. ::taps on the table:: Found a nice little farm for sale on the outskirts of Everon. [21:56] it's all right. [21:56] ::manages a grin as she settles the spoon back in the bowl, then picks up her napkin and spreads it in her lap:: Good, hmm? [21:56] what are you going to do with your time? [21:56] *** Parts: Shadow-FjP (asdf@2430b3da.385a42df.252137e.37148937X) [21:56] ::hrms:: Well, it wasn't bad ::grins:: Just... different. [21:56] ::leans on the wall, arms folded and watching the otehrs in the room:: [21:57] Like I said: teach. Raise... cows. Maybe start over with a family. [21:57] I guess I just don't like him very much. [21:57] that sounds boring.. [21:57] i should hope so [21:58] He tried to reprogram me ^_^ [21:58] Life's been too exciting. I've lost... too many good friends. Too many others have lost their lives. [21:58] do you realize just how boring cows are? [21:58] At this point, it's food, so it counts. ::grins, and takes another spoonful:: [21:58] ::nods a bit, then takes a sip of her iced tea:: [21:58] he what? [21:58] ::turns to walk out:: [21:58] and even if you stick your head in the sand you're gonna end up losing more friends... sometimes you have to move on... [21:59] tried to reporgram me. Not that I blame him at the time... but he was rahter invasive about the whole thing. [21:59] I've placed this ship and crew in danger from my own frailties too much lately. I think that I could do more good passing on my experiences to the next generation of deep space voyagers. [22:00] ::looks very personally offended by this:: you say he's not coming back? [22:00] ;;looks at Smith:: actually I think the ship has gotten less hurt since you've been serving here... [22:00] I could pull up the repair logs if you wanna check.... but i'm fairly certain... [22:00] I certainly hope not. [22:01] good. [22:01] ::continues eating, drinking sips of water throughout:: [22:01] ::eats some more jumbalaya:: [22:01] ::sighs and walks out, heading to her quarters figuring no one even saw her come in:: [22:02] ::smiles:: I remember a good chewing out I got a few months ago by a chief engineer who didn't seem to think so. [22:02] you wanna the logs for the chewing outs I've given the past XOs? [22:02] ::has half-finished her bowl of gumbo at this point:: What do you think of the shrimp themselves? [22:03] ::she seems a bit chatty and rambles in a train-of-thought manner:: I was a little neurotic at the time really... so I don't really blame him about the whole thing. But it's just his attitude towards me, both before and after.. he had a really "rpoprietary" stance.. like he owned me. Which, if you want to be perfectly technical, I guess he did. But if you look at the Fleet legal code, i was the property of Starfleet in general, no one in [22:03] ::shrugs:: Hard to say. A little on the chewy side. [22:04] ::sighs and gets into a turbolift taking it to her quarters:: [22:04] which would explain the bumpy ride i've had from owner to owner. I can recall one fellow whom i was working for, perhaps fifteen years ago, who thougth i was best used as a personal diary! now, let me tell you, that was an interesting ride. [22:04] ::is listening sympathetically, as though she is recounting past boyfriends:: [22:05] *** Quits: Kari (~Kari@36391f10.296d6466.rapidsys.com) (Quit: http://home.ix.netcom.com/~topkid/swiss.jpg) [22:05] Aaaaah, well.... ::frowns:: [22:05] ::looks at Smith saddly:: you really going to go? [22:06] The poor fellow was having so much trouble with his wife. He was really - oh, i'm sorry, i'm practically clearing a buffer here ^_^ [22:06] don't worry about it. I'm listening. [22:06] I appreciate what you're trying to do. And I don't really know if I'm leaving. But working on the Admiral's staff part time while tending a nice little farm... yeah, that sounds like something I could do. [22:06] ::frowns;: oh [22:06] ::responds after taking a long draught of her iced tea, nearly emptying the glass:: They do seem a bit chewy, but perhaps that's just the recipe we have on the ship. You could always talk to the Chief Engineer. [22:07] ::chuckles:: I think the Chief Engineer has other things on her mind. If the rumors are true, those things would include Commander Smith. ::arches eyebrow and grins conspiratorily:: [22:07] ::she grins a bit:: I know you are. [22:09] I've... I'm still considering it, though. [22:10] ::hits a wall and takes the lift back:: [22:10] ;;looks down at the table and shrugs;: [22:11] ::lifts both eyebrows, then sniffs and gulps down another spoonful:: I hope not, for his sake. [22:11] ::She shrugs:: it isn't important, that was just rambling. I get that way when i'm distracted. [22:11] ::storms into the room and gets a glass of very very strong brandy:: [22:11] ::chuckles:: No kidding. I can just imagine the arguments the two would have. Even the thickest bulkhead wouldn't stop half the ship from hearing them I'd bet. [22:11] what's distracting you? [22:12] Look, I've trained as someone who - understands people. Xenopsych courses, lots of history. But... when it comes to dealing with people? I'm sorry. I'm... I seem to be lacking. [22:12] ::blinks and looks over at Lauren, who was never attracted to alcohol much at all:: [22:12] ah... several things, really. [22:12] ::eyes Savant:: what?!? [22:12] . . . are you all right, Ma'am? [22:12] ::shrugs:: i don't claim to be a people person either.. [22:12] ::scoffs:: whatever.. ::downs the drink:: [22:13] ::takes a drink:: [22:13] ::Savant scans through the recent sensor logs, tracking things down a moment:: Something recently troubling you? [22:13] :;finishes eating the fish;: I suppose I should go.. [22:14] Yeah. [22:14] *** Daren is now known as Daren|zzzz [22:14] So much for the party. [22:14] ::gets another:: (vq) No [22:14] ::finishes the gumbo and her drink:: [22:14] ;:gets up and looks down at Smith:: party? [22:15] ::She replies just as quietly, concerned:: Then what's brought this on, Ma'am? [22:15] Do i need a reason to have a drink? ::looks savant over:: [22:15] of course not.. it's just very uncharacteristic, and you look very unhappy. [22:15] ::tilts her head as she glances at Maiko's empty bowl:: Finished already? You must have been hungry. [22:16] ::rolls her eyes:: so everyone thinks the quiet doctor cant get drunk once in a while [22:16] ::nods:: I skipped lunch and came right down to the holodeck after my duty shift to work on the first flight competition scenario. [22:16] Mardi Gras. Old... Catholic tradition from Earth. Fat Tuesday - debauchery before Lent. The parties usually last for a week or more before the actual day. Thought that was why we were here in Nawlins. [22:17] you're more than welcome to, Ma'am. I'm just worried. . . I don't like seeing you unhappy. [22:17] she didn't say that, Doctor. she's just expressing concern. [22:17] ::shrugs:: no one ever tells engineering anything.... though if you want the latest rumours going round the ship, engineering is where it's at.. [22:17] ::shrugs:: well if my husband is too busy to notice why would anyone else notice? ::looks at gibson and blinks:: [22:17] ::smile faintly at Smith:: goodnight [22:17] ::She taps her temple with a finger and smiles wanly:: I notice a lot of things. [22:18] ::heads out of the holodeck:: [22:18] sorry, my authority doesn't extend to your husband. [22:18] Youre a hologram...youre supposed to . [22:18] hey! [22:18] ::downs the second drink:: [22:18] She's right, Clarence. [22:18] ::smiles after the engineer before taking another slug of his drink:: [22:18] she's not j-- ::sighs:: all right. [22:18] ::stares at his cup:: Damn this stuff. I need the real thing. [22:18] ::shakes her head:: if ive offended you, i shall depart back to sickbay [22:19] ::flags down a waiter and orders cheesecake for desert:: [22:19] ::tosses the glass away:: [22:19] Later. [22:19] ::she waves off Clarences' concern with a hand and a brief smile:: Not at all, Lauren. I'm just concerned. [22:19] will you stop being so defensive? nobody's bloody offended [22:20] im stuck out here...in the middle of nowhere, my baby seems to be in constant danger here and i hardly ever see my husband.. need i go on?? ::shoots a look at gibson:: watch it [22:20] ::looks at Forester:: Desert? [22:21] *** Parts: Zunite (zunite@12a06a62.10acf436.reshalls.umn.edu) [22:21] excuse me? [22:21] ::furrows her brow slightly:: You know.. I don't think I've ever had cheese cake. [22:21] you heard me... ill do whatever i like [22:21] ah... aheh... no need to get too combative, folks. . . [22:22] ::grins and turns to the waiter:: Make that two cheesecakes. [22:22] ::turns back:: They're delicious. They literally just MELT on the tongue.... [22:22] nobody's saying you WON'T do whatever you like, so why don't you stop acting like it? [22:23] whtever... just shut up about it then. [22:23] *** Parts: Smith (Aggie@29773c92.246a3fd8.1df4f87e.2e099bf0X) [22:23] Lauren.. please, just calm down a little.. i know things are bad for you right now, but there's no reason to push it onto Clarence here. . . [22:23] Well clarance needs to mind what he says [22:24] he's just concerned for you [22:24] Bah, I dont even know him [22:24] ::downs the rest of the drink:: [22:24] ::smiles a bit, taking another sip of her iced tea:: Well, as long as it isn't chewy like the shrimp, right? [22:24] he's been working in Logistics for me, quite new. He was with the Computers and Library Sciences division before that. [22:25] ::The cheesecake arrives, a slice for each lady:: Oh, it's hardly chewy. ::picks up the knife-like fork and lops off a small bit from the front, pops it in her mouth, and sighs in satisfaction:: [22:25] ::shrugs and finishes the drink:: [22:25] ::mmms:: The only food a replicator does justice to, cheesecake [22:25] he's a good friend of mine ^_^ [22:25] yeah, and my parents are Ted and Paula Gibson, and my brother is Jonathan. anything else? [22:26] ::blinks, eyes glaze over a bit:: [22:26] lauren... are you all right? [22:26] F....Fine.. ::stumbles just a bit:: [22:26] ::stands up and moves toward her:: [22:27] ::Savant summons up the local sensor network and does an active scan of Lauren, to see how she is:: [22:27] ::blinks:: [22:27] not to incur your wrath, but you don't look fine [22:27] ::lifts her own fork and imitates Maiko, eyeing it for a moment before slipping it into her mouth:: Mmm.. [22:27] Im fine! stop youre worrying.... ::blinks agian:: [22:28] ...Savant? [22:28] I think your liver is having a harder time with that brandy than you think, Lauren. [22:28] ::grins:: Good, huh? [22:28] Oh pfft.... ::blinks hard a few times:: ...ive had liquor before [22:28] then you should know when you're drunk, Ma'am ^_^ [22:29] im not drunk... ::leans on the wal, hand to her head:: [22:29] ::nods emphatically, hardly waiting to swallow before slipping another, larger chunk into her mouth:: Very.. [22:30] ::quickly finishes up her cheesecake:: Goes well with the gumbo too I think [22:30] ::Savant glanced at Gibson and pointed to where the medical kit was stashed in the room:: [22:30] you don't look well at all, though, Doctor. What's your prognosis? [22:30] ::grins a bit and says between bites:: I wouldn't want them in the same mouthful. [22:30] computer, arch. ::pulls the medkit from the lower access panel:: [22:30] ::chuckles:: [22:31] Im not drunk.... [22:31] all right, but you certainly aren't well, Lauren. [22:32] ::lobs the pack across to Savant:: [22:32] ::feels her legs go all limp, holding onto the edge of the bar:: [22:32] ::observes the goings on a few tables up:: I thought the holodecks only served synthehol... [22:32] ::she catches it midair and reaches out to catch Lauren with her other arm before she crashed down entirely:: [22:33] ::quietly, and sympathetically:: you're drunk, Ma'am, or very sick, one of the two. [22:33] ::blinks:: damn [22:33] ::she grinned faintly:: Alcohol of that strength will do that to anyone [22:34] ::she opened up the kit and took out a hypo and a vial:: Lauren.. I'm going to send a letter to Doctor Reed directing him to give you more time off, a lot more time off. [22:35] No.... ::looks slightly annoyed:: i hate that guy.. but I dont need time off [22:35] you do, Lauren. You need to spend some time with your husband and your daughter, remember? ^_^ [22:35] ::looks at Forester:: That must have been some synth. [22:36] ::glances over her shoulder once more:: Huh.. I don't drink even synthehol. [22:36] ::sighs:: she has the holonanny [22:36] ::she held up the hyopspray and asked Lauren gently:: Will you let me give you this detox, Lauren? [22:37] ::sighs:: ohhh alright [22:37] thank you. ::She injected Lauren quickly and put the spray away in the kit, folding the clamshell back up:: [22:38] Lauren... ::She sighed:: you want to spend more time with your daughter, a hologram is no replacement for her mother. And Doctor Reed knows that, he's being unfair. [22:38] ::rubs her head:: i certainly wouldnt have another baby....not out here in the middle of nowhere [22:38] ::chuckles:: It's not like synthehol is that bad. I don't drink much, but it beats the deleterious effects of the real thing. ::remembers the LAST time she let herself get rip-roaringly drunk on real hooch:: [22:38] i dont' blame you. [22:39] id about want to j ust die if i got pregnant. [22:40] Hmm ^_^ maybe you should look at some birth control methods then. [22:40] no need... isamu knows my cycle enough ::sighs and sits on a chair:: [22:40] it's your life, Ma'am, but you know that isn't foolproof. [22:41] ::shrugs:: i dont know.... [22:41] ::smiles slightly, shrugging:: Well, I just don't like alcohol in general. [22:42] ::she patted Lauren's shoulder:: just.. think about it. and I'm still going to write that letter to Doctor Reed. [22:42] ::blinked looking at savant:: [22:42] you've earned the break, if nothing else ^_^ [22:43] I suppose... i already had a break as i told you before. I was sick [22:43] that's not a break, that's being sick. You deserve regular hours, like everyone else. [22:43] i'm going to make sure that it happens. [22:43] im a doctor...they dont have regular hours [22:43] ::nods:: Has that sort of way with some people I guess. [22:44] Doctor Reed and the others manage to ^_^ they're going to pick up the slack. [22:44] ::shrugs once more, somewhat uncomfortable now:: Not that it matters. What were you working on? [22:44] Hed rather I do the work... my daughter sees more of the holonanny than myself or her father [22:44] well.. his opinion on that is going to change rather drastically, very soon. [22:45] how do you plan to pull THIS off [22:45] ::smiles:: The upcoming flight ops challenge. ::chuckles:: I suppose I need to find a better name for it than that soon though. [22:45] ::quirks an eyebrow, leaning back and crossing her arms:: Flight ops challenge? [22:45] ::she beamed widely:: I'm logistics. I control how much of those fine exotic liquours he gets a month. [22:46] I see... [22:46] I have a few rather deep hooks into most of the important people in this fleet... don't worry about how i get it done.. i will. [22:47] ::nods, her head hurting, turns and gets some tea:: [22:47] ::nods:: A cross between a little fun and getting some of the flight qualification tests for half the qualified people on this ship done in one fell swoop ::grins:: [22:47] ::smiles and pats Lauren's shoulder:: things'll shape up, don't worry. [22:48] ::lifts the other eyebrow now:: Elaborate? [22:48] A few alterations to the standard flight tests, plus about half a dozen additional challenges or so. Navigational tasks, some basic combat piloting - which I'm sure the Marine pilots will ace no problem - and SAR stuff. [22:49] ::sighs and nods:: [22:49] Maybe a few additional challenges for the more experienced pilots onboard - perhaps even a dogfight session. [22:50] ::she sits as well, nearby:: Don't be a stranger Lauren ^_^ you don't have to drink alone. If you're feeling bad, there's a lot of people who'd be happy to drink with you. [22:50] ::looks across the table at her:: (q) I see... [22:51] ::sits back at his table, not wanting to make Lauren mad again:: [22:52] ::becomes her quiet self once again, sipping her tea:: [22:52] ::finishes the jambalaya and gives the plate to a waiter:: [22:52] ::she sighs and lets Lauren be by herself for now.. glad to have gotten past the shell at least for a little while.:: [22:52] I didnt say you had to leave.... [22:53] I figured it'd get qualification exams out of the way and let the crew have some fun. [22:53] ::She smiled and pulled a seat open for Lauren at her table with Gibson:: [22:53] I.... I dont want to intrude though.. [22:53] if i didn't want your intrusion i woudn't invite it ^_^ [22:54] ::sighs and sits down at the table:: (q) i suppose [22:54] how was your day today? [22:54] ::shrugs:: (q) long [22:55] Yeah, I can see that.. it was pretty quiet down there. [22:55] ::sips her tea, avoiding lookng at Gibson:: [22:56] it' susually a good thing for everyone when Sickbay isn't busy, though. [22:56] ::nods, looking at her hands quietly:: [22:56] <> [22:56] <> [22:56] ((s'okay ^_^)) [22:56] that's true [22:57] ::nods quietly:: [22:57] I'm sure you have some side projects which get a lot of work when it's quiet down there, though. [22:57] ::shakes her head:: (q) No not really [22:57] ::manages a slight smile:: I ought to learn how to pilot a shuttle one of these days. [22:58] really? you ought to take up a study topic. It'll eat all that spare time, i guarantee. [22:58] What spare time? ::looks up from her tea:: [22:58] when it's quiet, I mean. [22:59] Dont see why..... i have a daughter to look after [22:59] ::snaps fingers:: Thanks for reminding me - I need to include the basic piloting training as part of it. Can't have anyone sitting out on the sidelines now. ::grins:: [23:00] True ^_^ why don't you bring her into work with you? I'm sure something can be arranged. [23:00] Reed woudlnt have it... trust me [23:00] i'll see about changing that, too. [23:01] Shes too young to be brought in...shes only 8 months old [23:01] One of the spare labs can be turned into an impromptu nursery. [23:02] ::raises an eyebrow:: [23:02] ::gets up quickly:: I'd better take care of that ASAP... ::grins at Forester:: Thanks for the reminder - and the gumbo [23:02] ::smiles slightly:: Not a problem, Lieutenant. [23:03] I'm sure something can be done, Lauren ^_^ the rooms are modular after all. [23:03] ::sips her tea:: (q) I see.. [23:03] ::head out of the holodeck, full of food and ready to tackle the next challenge:: [23:03] *** Maiko is now known as Farrell [23:05] I'll see what i can do... unfortunately, I've got to get to work as well.. no sleep for the wicked, and all that. [23:06] ::nods, yawning:: [23:06] anything you need help with, Commander? [23:07] Tebrun wants a full report on Xanadu. . . I'm a little leery on what to put in. Oh, thank you Clarence, but the clearence is a bit hgh. If you want, there's a dispute over a cargo shipment between two engineering departments that needs a firm hand. [23:07] ::yawns, pushing the tea away:: [23:08] all right. which two? [23:08] ::She smiled and stood up:: you look tired, Lauren... go get some rest. [23:08] Renegade and MacArthur. [23:08] ::shook her head:: im not tired... [23:08] ::nods and stands:: [23:08] *** Forester is now known as Fox [23:09] ::yawns widely again:: [23:10] ::The hologram bobbed up into the air:: good night, Lauren... and Clarence, don't stay up too late with that. [23:10] no ma'am. [23:10] ::blinks, yawning:: [23:11] ::to Lauren:: ma'am. ::turns toward the wall:: computer, exit! [23:11] ::exeunt:: [23:11] *** Gibson is now known as Obs_Santiago [23:11] ::stands, yawning again and walks out:: [23:12] ::Savant fizzles out, as does the holodecks' displays:: [23:13] and some poor lonely lieutenant sitting off in a booth just had the shock of his day. 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