[21:33] We startskis? [21:33] sure ^_^ [21:33] *Sim Start* [21:33] *** 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!' [21:33] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [21:33] *** Sonya is now known as Zunite [21:33] *** Shadow-FjP is now known as Prescot [21:33] <> [21:33] ::walks into the rec room hoping to avoid the usual 7th Heaven crowd:: [21:34] ((A holodeck pool hall, right?)) [21:34] <> [21:34] <> [21:34] ::walks into the pool hall and looks around:: [21:34] ::runs her hands through her hair as she slowly walks down the corridor, pausing to glance at the panel next to each holodeck currently in use:: [21:34] ::hovers along into the poolhall, the usual crowd already assembled:: [21:35] ::finds a nice very dark corner, and huddles in it after getting an alcoholic beverage - what she doesn't care - from the bar:: [21:35] ::Savant was sitting at a booth beside some tall windows, an untouched pint of beer in front of her:: [21:36] ::is working on some kind of shot on one of the back pool tables, manages to bank the white ball off and knock in the 13 ball:: [21:36] ::notes D'Rall and hovers over:: [21:36] ::goes over to where Prescot is playing and watches:: [21:36] ::pauses before holodeck three, glancing at the program:: A pool hall, hmm? ::runs her fingers over the panel, viewing the occupants:: Good. [21:36] ::spots Smith walking over and winces, recognizing him as one of the people who was THERE:: [21:37] ::walks into the lounge, dressed in a civilian blue dress coming just to her knees and her auburn hair down around her shoulders:: [21:37] ::straightens her skirt and presses a button, then walks into the pool hall, smiling as she hears the familiar sounds of a pool hall:: [21:37] *** Joins: Isamu (Jisusa@322bbfaa.57322ea.client.attbi.com) [21:37] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Isamu [21:37] ::nods sullenly:: Lt. D'Rall, just wanted to tell you that your Beta shift replacement did a fine job getting us secured in Xanadu. Onyx should be mating with us shortly. You've got some - some well-trained people there, Maiko. [21:38] ::Savant sat in a prim and proper fashion, hands in her lap, knees and ankles together, watching the room. She's in uniform, as always:: [21:38] ::pull his cue up and looks over his shot noticing Zunite:: So if I miss a shot by a hair you will knock it in then? [21:38] *** Obs_Santiago is now known as Gibson [21:39] <> [21:39] ::standing behind Savant's seat:: Don't you have anything else in your clothing files? [21:39] ::smiles at Prescot, but doesn't say anything;: [21:39] ::Isamu smiled walking in from a long days work in the science lab and he had a neatly pressed uniform this time and soft cologne on him and his hair was slicked back and tied into a pony tail his boots were also polished as he walked in looking around for lauren:: [21:39] ::She replied in a crisp voice:: I'm a creature of habit, I suppose. [21:40] ::moves around alongside her:: may I sit? [21:40] ::nods:: Mr. Donegal has expressed some interested at working with the helm department for some time. I've been working with him on his off- shifts and he earned his helm qualification a week ago. ::wry grimace:: [21:40] ::standing by the bar, brushing some hair over her ear, Lauren leaned over the bar:: hey wheres the tea? this replicated stuff is gross. [21:40] Just never realized we'd need him so soon. ::sighs, part of her attitude over the loss of two of her department's staff, the other part her recent 'performance':: [21:40] ::moves over to the other side of the table, taking aim at another target and strikes it firmly, the ball bouncing off the wall prematurly and missing the pocket by a hair:: [21:40] ::wanders over to an empty pool table, then reaches beneath it and pulls out the rack:: Now where are the balls.. [21:41] ::Isamu smiled at lauren and headed over to her and snuck up on her gently getting out a small baggie from a pocket and he wrapped his arms over her eyes and smiled W) geuss who? [21:41] ;;raises an eyebrow at Prescot:: you missed dear.. [21:42] Reed? ::thinks:: No.... I got it...Savant? ::obviously joking:: [21:42] ::lays a reassuring hand on Maiko's arm, his hover-chair bobbing slightly:: [21:42] ::She looks up briefly at mention of her name, but looks back again:: [21:43] ::looks over her shoulder for a moment, toward the doorway which she knows is the entrance back out onto the ship:: [21:43] I understand. Really, I do. We've all lost so much. So many promising young lives were cut short on this mission. [21:43] ::frowns:: You didnt help me... either... [21:43] ::looks at Smith, a chill going up her spine as he puts his hand on her arm, part of her wondering if this is related...:: [21:43] that would be cheating ::grins:: [21:43] wanna play me? [21:43] so? [21:43] ::he smiled removing them and turned her chin around gently and kissed her lips and he grinned bringing the baggie of tea over his nose and he let her sniff the fresh tea and he grinned:: [21:43] please? [21:43] And let you cheat and beat me? [21:43] ::nods:: Yeah, well... this is Coronado. What's life without a few deaths? [21:44] oh! I'm sorry, Clarence. OF course you can sit. [21:44] ::raises her chin:: I'm a jedi... I wouldn't cheat... [21:44] *** Forester is now known as Miranda [21:44] ::realizes Maiko's discomfort:: Don't worry, Maiko. Your shame dies with me. [21:44] ::chuckles and throws her his cue:: here... you rack em ::moves over and picks up another one:: [21:44] ::sits down across the table from her:: [21:44] thanks [21:45] ::Savant gives Gibson a brief smile:: [21:45] *** Aggie is now known as Smith [21:45] ::looks Smith square in the eye:: I don't have any shame. It didn't happen. Period. ::sounds forceful but unsure at the same time:: [21:45] ::smiles and starts racking em:: [21:45] <> [21:45] ::gets up from her chair and heads for a table:: [21:45] ::smirks:: Thank god... this replicated tea is disgusting. ::looks at isamu:: [21:45] ::grins bitterly:: Either way. [21:46] ::racks up the balls and picks a cue stick from the wall:: [21:46] ::he smiled back at her and chuckled:: youve been into my stash then havnt you my love? ::he smiled and sat down next to her:: [21:47] how are you? [21:47] ::stares after D'rall for a moment:: [21:47] ::moves over and waits for Zunite to get done racking:: [21:47] honestly? [21:47] ::finishes and looks up at Prescot:: you want to break? [21:47] ::smiles:: Awww I thought it was Our stash hon.. ::hugs him:: [21:48] ::places the cue ball and leans over the table, lining up the break shot:: [21:48] ::hovers towards the door, a dour expression in place:: [21:49] ::nods and moves in, hitting the white ball and hitting it hard:: [21:49] ::brings the stick back and expertly snaps it forward, sending the balls careening around the table:: [21:49] always honestly [21:49] I'm very confused. Very, very confused. [21:49] ::he giggled:: well thats true everything i am is yours my love ::he smiled and he snuggled up to her:: was saving it for a rainy day but ...thats been just about everyday since weve came here ...so i decided to save it for a good day [21:49] is there anything i can help with? [21:50] ::frowns as he only gets one in, a solid:: Only one. [21:50] ::smiles and makes a cup of tea with the powders:: Yep...is Jenny sleeping? I checked in on hear earlier and she was with the holonanny. [21:50] ::decides to just go right up by the numbers and looks at possible angles of attack on the 1 ball:: [21:50] ::nods:: [21:51] <> [21:51] ::moves behind a long green shot to the far pocket and hits the white ball, a bit off, the ball getting knocked off course as it strikes the 8 ball: [21:51] ::sighs, looking back to the empty pool table, then walks around it to the other side of the table:: [21:51] I really don't think there's anything that can be done about it. I don't think I can rebuild my memory mapping sector 21294 on quadratic spline set, please st- ::She paused and reset after a moment, trying again, :: I don't think there's much that can be done. [21:52] ::frowns as her shot is blocked off from everything but a complex 3-cushion hit:: [21:52] i'm sorry. [21:52] ::looks at the table and then hits the cue ball at the nice striped green ball and hits it... causing it to hit other balls.... and in the end getting nothing in:: [21:52] ::he smiled at her and nodded:: yeah i just checked on her before i got here shes as quiet as an angel [21:52] Thank you ::she smiled:: I appreciate all the sympathy everyone has been giving me. It's been a very trying time. [21:53] ::pouts:: well that didn't work.. [21:53] *> ::nods:: Very well Ensign, do whatever you think is best... [21:53] ::nods:: shes your daughter...she dont get the angelness from me. [21:53] ::examines the shot a little more and finds an avenue of attack that a trick she will do:: [21:53] ::sits near the door, watching all the others at play:: [21:54] we don't doubt that [21:54] *> ::notices the holodeck in use:: Hmm, Pool Hall? Should be interesting...::nods:: Thank you Ensign. Now if you can find some way to give me like an hour to go over all this, I'll be greatful... [21:54] ::frowns, having heard of the shot and the technique but never having tried it before:: [21:54] *> I'll be in my ready room. ::watches the Ensign dart off down the corridor, then enters the Holodeck:: [21:54] ::turns to leave and almost hovers right into Daren:: [21:54] ::sidesteps:: Watch it man! [21:54] ::he blinked at her:: well ...thats true ...but you were born on a ship shes probably used to the sound of engine noise [21:55] ::adjusts her english on the cue ball - the shot, if it works, will bounce off the nearest cushion and with a spin to the ball, arc around the 9 ball in the way in a nice arc to hit the 1 ball into the pocket:: [21:55] ::chuckles:: Almost... ::moves behind another ball and strikes it firmly, hitting it into the pocket.... but the white ball follow behind:: Damn scratch.. [21:55] ::grumbles:: Damn kid. You ever watch out for anyone but yourself? ::smirks sadly:: [21:55] ::nods:: That will make it hard if we ever get back to earth.. she wont be used to it. [21:55] ::runs her hand along the pool table's wooden edge, then crouches down, looking for the balls:: [21:55] ::chuckled:: well show her Risa ...shell get used to it trust me [21:56] ::takes the cue ball outta the pocket and places back on the table lining it up with on of the striped balls..:: [21:56] ::smiles:: when was the last time we had some time to ourselves, for real..not when one of us was sick. [21:56] ::steps into the Holodeck fully this time, noticing everyone playing pool and having a general good time:: Evening everyone...::nods:: [21:56] ::carefully aims her shot, and actually manages to get the red solid ball in...:: [21:57] Good evening, Captain. [21:57] ::he smiled at her and chuckled:: its been a while my love ...although i do admit that ive been rather busy latley [21:57] ::pulls back then snaps at the cue, the ball arcing around after hitting the cushion and even knocking the one ball in, but the cue contiues and follows after it. [21:57] ::watches Zunite's shot:: Wow not bad Commander, now only if you could do something as wonderful in Main Engineering...::grin and nods:: Hello Savant. [21:57] Thanks.. ::moves into position behind the ball:: [21:58] I know.. ::grins and holds out the new pip:: guess who got promoted. ::chuckles:: [21:58] ::mutters something to daren about her being the other color:: [21:58] ::she nodded a polite but unfocused nod at the Captain:: [21:58] ::tries to ignore the Captain, grumbling as she retreieves the scratched cue ball and places it for the shot on the 2:: [21:58] I think I'll get a drink...::continues to scan the room as he walks over to get a beer:: [21:59] ::suddenly straightens, her eyes wide, searching the room quickly; as they fall on the Captain, her face blanches:: I should have known better than to come here.. [21:59] ::to the bartender:: Ale please. Amber Ale. ::notices Forester in the rear of the room:: [21:59] *** Lauren sets mode: +o Isamu [22:00] ::does a simple two bumper shot and knocks the 2 ball in, lining up a tricky shot on the 3 ball [22:00] ::moves to the bar, his chair rising up to the level of the polished wood surface:: Aldebran whisky. [22:00] Y'know, make that two ::nods:: [22:00] ::knocks against the white ball again and gets in another one, before lining up his second shot and missing:: damn.. [22:00] ::sets the rack down on the green cloth of the pool table and begins to wander toward the exit, trying not to attract attention to herself, and obviously avoiding anyone who might recognize her:: [22:01] *** Quits: Brad (garstini@8d7465b.307615a5.ph.cox.net) (Quit: ) [22:01] ::takes both pints of beer and turns to watch a shot lined up at a nearby table, but then moves closer to the quiet corner of the room where Forester is standing, slowly coming up behind her:: Always in the quiet corner are you? [22:01] ::he smiled at her and chuckled:: I saw ...now people wont be able to tell the difference from us on the registries ::he giggled and kissed laurens lips:: [22:02] ::sighs, the game not having much challenge - after all, the basics were simple geometry and physics, the mainstay of navigation and piloting, and the skill something that had been acquired spending an hour or two in various pool rooms on Reor'sa waiting for her plane to be loaded:: [22:02] ::manages to hit one of her balls in and then equally well manages to hit the eight ball in, not on purpose, but it was a very kewl shot... [22:02] Sure they will.... Im a doctor and youre not. ::smirks and returns the kiss:: [22:02] ::stops dead in her tracks, closing her eyes:: Yes, sir. [22:02] ::sighs:: obviously all that math didn't help me at all.. [22:02] ::Savant conjured a bit of holographic string and idly played cats-cradle, looking off into the distance:: [22:02] ::passes one of the pints:: I...brought you this. [22:02] ::raises a brow:: Very nice... ::chuckles:: dont worry... I hate math.. [22:02] ::touches her hologrammatic hand:: [22:03] ::turns slightly, accepting the ale, but not looking up at Daren:: Thank you, sir. [22:03] ::snaps off the 3 bumper shot at the 3 ball and sinks it, coming to rest right behind the 10 ball which is obstructing a clear shot at the 4 ball:: [22:03] You weren't about to leave, were you? [22:03] ::she pauses and her glance turns to Gibson again, but the eyes don't focus. She gives a brief smile:: [22:04] ::hesitates, brushing a bit of hair back behind her ear to gain a moment:: I just arrived a few minutes ago, sir. [22:04] ::sips at his drink and watches the game and goings on in the pool hall:: [22:05] ::has a seat on the rail of the rear pool table:: So did I. And please...don't call me sir in this venue. ::smiles:: It makes me feel too empowered. And that's never a good thing. [22:05] ::smiles and makes a simple trick shot, jumping the cue ball over the 10 ball and striking the 4 ball, knocking it OH so close into the pocket but not quite:: [22:06] ::glances up at Daren, her face carefully neutral:: What should I call you then? [22:06] ::he smiled looking into laurens eyes and pulled away from the kiss and he smiled stiffling a slight yawn as he felt a small trickle of sweat come down his forehead and he yawned slightly:: ...i must have been more tired then i thought my love [22:06] ::frowns:: Aww...you just got here [22:07] ANything but 'sir', ::finally meeting her eyes for the first time:: but Will works. Or...there's my middle name but I really hate it...and ::whispers:: it [22:07] it's not even listed in my 'fleet bio [22:08] ::he smiled:: dont worry im not going anywhere my love not as long as your here ::he wrapped his arms gently around her waist:: [22:08] ::smiles, putting her arms over his:: Ive been on my feet for 12 hours... [22:08] ::arches an eyebrow, trying to suppress a small grin:: What is it? Lance, or something? [22:08] ::Savant let out a small breath and continued the cats-cradle, not thinking about the patterns [22:09] ::shakes his head:: Snap out of this funk, man. Go around depressed like this all the time, people'll start to think you're that Drexler jerk. [22:09] good we wont be going anywhere soon ::he smiled and he closed his eyes gently and he snuggled up to her and he kissed her cheek gently:: [22:09] ::he chuckled laughing a little:: [22:09] ::moves around the table and bats the 4 ball in, muttering under her breath, feeling as if everyone is staring at her:: [22:09] ::Savant turned her head to look at Smith:: Hey! Don't talk about Sieven that way. [22:10] ::shakes his head:: I'll tell you, but you'll be the only one on the ship that knows so if I hear it going around, I'll know who to track down. ::leans in close to her ear:: It [22:10] It's Lawrence. [22:10] ::chuckled:: be nice if we could have a picnic or something... ::smiles:: even in our quarters. I wouldnt care [22:10] << damn ' and 'Enter' keys!>> [22:11] ::smiles slightly:: That's not that bad. So your full name is William Lawrence Daren? [22:11] ::grunts at Savant:: Forgive me, Savant. But you know I've never been too fond of Brass Commanders. [22:11] ::a simple snap-shot on the 5 ball sinks it:: [22:11] ::breathes in close to her:: Something like that, and ::looks around:: Keep it down, will'ya? ::grins, taking another sip of his ale:: [22:12] ::the string disappeared and she crossed her arms:: Sieven works very hard so that you and your ship can act freely. Meanwhile you and this ships' command staff just go around screwing things up for us. You should be a little more considerate. [22:12] ::he chuckled:: well ill just have to plan on something then my love ::he smiled at her and kissed her cheek his eyes still semi closed [22:12] ::clears her throat slightly:: Yes, sir. ::averts her gaze:: Er.. ah.. sorry. Will. ::fingers the mug of ale slightly, still not having touched it:: [22:13] Yes.... we shall. ::trailed a finger along his chin:: you need a shave too my dear. [22:13] ::bristles and tries to stand before realizing that he's in his damned hover chair:: [22:13] ::has a split shot on the 6 and 7 balls and takes it, using the 10 ball to hit both and knock each in individually:: [22:13] Damn you, Savant. Damn you straight to hell. [22:13] ::spins the chair around and hovers towards the door:: [22:14] ::stands up next to the booth:: [22:14] You know, you've kinda been in my thoughts lately...but I don't, well that's not quite true...I vaguely know why...::puts the beer down:: [22:14] ::looks between Savant and the doorway and sits back down:: [22:14] what...? never mind [22:14] ::She positively sparked with irritation:: Don't you give me that bullshit, Smith. The Flag staff have done our best to help this ship out. Show a little gratitude. [22:15] ::looks up at Daren for a moment, the look on her face almost pleading before she looks down again and takes a step back, then leans against a table:: [22:15] ::He smiled:: now you know how long its been my love ::he scratched his chin and smiled:: at least my fingers are clean this time [22:15] ::spins about:: Yeah, well, the Captain might be responsible for the actions of his crew, but the crew are not responsible for their captain's ineptitude. You would do well to remember that, you two-bit number cruncher. [22:16] ::she smirked:: Yes thats true...youre not getting my face smeared. ::kisses his cheek and smiles softly, a scent of lilac perfume on her:: [22:16] ::sighs in boredom, this being not much of a challenge:: [22:17] ::knocks the 8, 9, and 10 balls in succession with simple shots as the table clears out:: [22:17] ::She got an anime-esque irritated grin on her face and replied in a flat tone:: The executive officer's job is to ensure the smooth operation of the ship. And I'll have you know I process in quads, not bits. . . fleshie. [22:17] ::puts a hand on Miranda's back:: It was all so foggy, but...::looks at her looking the other way::...it's ok you know. [22:18] ::he smiled and yawned again putting his hand to his mouth:: ...geeze i need to cut that out ::he chuckled:: [22:18] Doesn't show. [22:18] ::shrugs slightly, seeming to hunch her back away from the touch:: Does she know? [22:18] ::chuckled and found herself yawning too:: yeah c... ::yawned:: cut it out [22:19] And if you had to clean up every mess that kid made - ::jerks a thumb at Daren:: - you might miss a spot or two every now and then, too. [22:19] ::There was a brief shower of sparks and she growled back:: If you've got something to say, why don't you say it, hmm? [22:19] Who? ::looks confused:: oh you mean Commander Singer? [22:20] Actually, ::pauses:: Captain Singer. And No, she doesn't know. [22:20] ::he grinned and he got up and he knelt back down and he gently came back up picking lauren up at the knees:: well instead of falling asleep here my love how bout if we do it in our quarters? [22:20] Careful, Savant, your circuits are showing. [22:20] ::runs her thumb along the rim of the glass:: If you say so, then. [22:21] ::frowned:: Awww but Im not tired. ::catches herself yawning a little:: [22:21] heh... I don't have circuits, Smitty, I'm a step above the hardware. [22:21] ::clears the last of the balls on the table and puts everything back in its place, retreating to her dark corner of the room:: [22:21] ::he grinned:: sure you arent my love ::he giggled:: [22:21] ::smiles and leans her head on his shoulder:: whatd i do to deserve you? [22:22] now, if you're really so frustrated about your job, if it's oh- so-hard, why don't you bring your concerns up with the Captain, hmm? it'd do all of us a favour. [22:22] ::she mutters spitefully:: Maybe we'd get lucky and you'd kill each other. [22:22] ::leans back on the table, letting out a sigh:: She's been given new orders, and apparently, they don't involve me any longer... [22:23] You know, that kid is about as worthless a counselor as he is a captain. And you'd like that, wouldn't you? The two greatest dangers to your ship eliminating one another. [22:23] ::looks up suddenly, perhaps a bit faster than she should:: How so? [22:23] Hnh... tell me about it. I've had half a mind to file for his dismissal, myself. [22:23] ::he smiled at her:: you just were my love that was good enough for me ::he smiled and he carried her out of the lounge:: [22:24] ::snorts:: I might just be able to oblige you, Savant. [22:24] ::hovers out the door:: [22:25] ::shakes his head some more:: I was hoping I would be able to offer a posting here, her leave following Gryphon's destruction is just about ending. But she's being promoted and is shipping out as soon as we dock with MRF Pearl and... [22:25] ::she shakes her head and turns back to her table, resting her elbows there, a look of irritation still on her face:: [22:25] ::sighs:: Well, I told her I couldn't bare the long distance thing anymore. That's how we started out, and it was hell. [22:25] <> [22:26] <> [22:26] ::shrugs:: oh well shall we get soemthing to drink? [22:26] hnh.... [22:26] ::leans across the table and kisses her forehead:: [22:27] ::She pauses and freezes a moment, the expression quickly trning to one of surprise as she looks up at him [22:27] How did she take it? ::hesitates:: If I may ask. [22:27] ::sits back up and stands, staring at the wall:: This place needs a damn window. I'm kinda partial to them you know. ::looks up:: Computer, one window...starfield backdrop, here please. [22:28] ::offers a slight smile:: Needing to stare at something to contemplate things, or just trying to make it more romantic? [22:29] *** Quits: Zunite (zunite@12a06a62.10acf436.reshalls.umn.edu) (Quit: Smile!) [22:29] ::watches the window blink into existence:: When I told her I wanted her to stay and not go off to fufill her dream of commanding a starship? Oh, she took it wonderfully. ::sarcasm blanketing his voice:: I suppose I have myself to blame... [22:29] ::shrugs as Zunite takes off with a +tap+ call and moves on over to the bar:: ale.. [22:30] ::flushes a bit, unconsciously lifting the ale to her lips and taking a sip, then coughing:: Agh.. ::coughs again:: [22:30] ::glances at Miranda:: Roman-? ::grins:: That first thing. ::mutters:: I think... [22:31] ::smiles:: Don't like the brew? It's from a little place I knew on Earth. [22:31] hello [22:31] ::takes his ale and looks around at those in the holodeck:: light crowd.. [22:31] ah... hi. [22:32] wanna start over? i'll gladly let you adore me for a while. ::with an i'm-not-serious smile:: [22:32] ::shakes her head, her face pale as she lowers the mug:: No.. I just don't drink. [22:32] ::She just sits there a moment with her mouth hanging open, stunned:: [22:32] Ah. I should have known that. Sorry. [22:32] what? [22:33] ah..sorry? [22:34] ::shakes her head a bit:: No, it's okay. ::begins running her thumb along the rim again:: Don't worry about it. [22:35] ::heads to the bar to refresh her glass of Timbiqui Dark:: [22:35] ::finds himself drawn from the view of the window to her lips as she talks, when she tracks his eyes, he looks away, but finds it so difficult to:: I've kinda made it my thing to try and know as many of those I command, it's a personal mission of mine I suppose. I'll jot that down in your file ::smirk:: [22:36] you have a kind of lost look on your face [22:36] gone to screensaver, have you? [22:36] ah. . . ::She paused a moment before resetting, her face resuming it's normal composure:: Yes, yes... I'm sorry. [22:37] don't apologize, it was very flattering [22:37] ::smiles slightly, looking past him to the pool table:: It's just a preference. I'm not allergic to it or anything. [22:37] ::she smiled briefly again,a flush rising to her cheeks, which was odd in and of itself:: [22:38] ::returns to her dark seat brooding over her dark memories of something that was or was not:: [22:38] ::nods:: Personally I couldn't live without it. It's the stress of the job. And I could seriously use the relaxation sometimes. [22:39] ::tilts her head, looking up at Daren once more:: Well, what else do you do to relax? [22:39] i mean, how often does one make a computer program speechless? [22:40] ah... yes, of course. My speech routines have been rather severeley affected lately, haven't they? [22:41] ::thinks a moment:: Go for a run...generally any kind of excercise can be relaxing to me. Take a seat and stare at starfields like this, ::motions to the window:: My mother used to tell me it was the deep space version of having a fish tank. ::grins:: And yourself? ::sips:: [22:41] don't tell me that! i'm being flattered over here. [22:42] ah... sorry, sorry. Aheh... you ought to be. [22:42] ::smiles:: thank you. [22:43] ::getting a little tipsy from the Timbiqui Dark:: [22:43] ::she smiled a little smile and did her best to reset her expression, with little success:: [22:43] ::rolls her shoulder a bit as she responds:: Actually, there's a holodeck program I brought over from my last assignment. ::she closes her eyes just a moment, her lips curving into a smile:: I get the best massages there. [22:44] <> [22:44] ::decides to totter off to her quarters and bed and hope the memories... or was it a dream? Hopes they don't follow her there.:: [22:44] Hmm. A massage. Now that's something I have not had for some time [22:45] ::lifts the ale to gesture:: You should try it sometime. Forester Omega 7-3. [22:45] ::nods:: I'll do that. Thanks. [22:46] *** Smith is now known as Aggie [22:46] ::blunders out of the holodeck towards the TL:: [22:46] *** Maiko is now known as Farrell [22:47] ::lowers the mug and peers into it as she moves the mug in a slow circle, causing the dark liquid to swirl:: [22:47] are you all right? [22:48] ::smiles, watching her:: [22:49] How can you drink this stuff? It doesn't even taste good. [22:49] oh, certainly... just a little forgetful right now. I'm sure it'll clear skies predicted over the next iteration will be set to 21 milliher- ::she paused, and visibly reset,t eh hologram flickering briefly:: I'm okay. [22:49] i'd love to believe you. [22:50] . . . that probably sounds very bad, doesn't it? [22:50] ::takes the glass from her:: It tastes like wonderful...::takes a hearty sip:: [22:51] ::looks at her, a trace of sadness at the corners of his brows and lips:: [22:51] ::She gives him a brief supportive grin, obviously not registering the change in his expression:: [22:51] *** Parts: Prescot (asdf@2430b3da.385a42df.252137e.37148937X) [22:52] ::lifts both eyebrows as she looks up at Daren, noting the amount he drinks, then suddenly blushes and averts her eyes:: [22:53] ::rolls an 8-ball around on the nearby table, listing off to one side:: Don't think I don't see that look. ::grins and shoots to ball off in a random direction:: [22:54] ::clears her throat and looks out toward the starfield:: You may see it, but you don't know what it means. ::glances sidelong at Daren:: [22:55] ::smiles:: Now I remember why I selected you for this post...::looking at her looking at the starfield and smiling slightly:: [22:55] <<'night all. Gotta get some sleep>> [22:56] ((Night Dennis ^_^)) [22:56] *** Quits: Farrell (CptFarrell@13919cb5.10acf436.ipt.aol.com) (Quit: "A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken." - James Dent) [22:56] ::arches an eyebrow, straightening and crossing her arms, which is rather difficult due to the mug still in her hand:: And what was that? [22:57] ::grins:: You've got personality. You'd be surprised by how many people on this ship don't. [22:59] ::lifts the other eyebrow, then replies flatly:: I may have personality, but it's not like it makes it easy to make friends. At least those others have friends. [23:00] Friends are overrated. Take me for example, I'm the Captain. I'm not even allowed to have friends... ::looks around noticing the place emptying out:: [23:01] ::chuckles dryly:: Only yeomen and girlfriend, right? [23:02] <> [23:02] ::smiles:: Something like that, yes. [23:03] Yes. Well. ::sighs a bit, lifting the mug to her mouth, but grimacing and lowering it quickly before she has a chance to drink any:: [23:04] ::Savant exhaled quietly and got that vacant "screensaver-mode" look again:: [23:04] But like I said, I don't think I'd want many of these people as my friends. They're co-workers more really. And a dysfunctional family :) [23:04] You know, I can get you something else. Cranberry juice perhaps? [23:05] With a cherry and everything. ::laughs:: [23:06] ::swirls the liquid once more, then looks up at the mention of a cherry:: A Shirley Temple, maybe? [23:07] i hope i'm not boring you [23:07] oh, no, not at all, Clarence! I'm just having a bit of a time focusing. . . [23:08] ::nods:: I think they can do that here. I'm not so sure I would have the guts to order it though. Being an adult and all. ::pokes fun and steps away briefly:: [23:08] ::releases a deep breath as Daren moves away from her, closing her eyes a moment:: [23:09] ::kisses her on the forehead again:: did that help? [23:09] ::looks up:: Get me another one of these and a ::looks left, right, whispers:: Shirley Temple. [23:09] ::she gets that slightly goofy look on her face again, like clockwork, and then flushes once more:: aheh. . . thank you. [23:10] Hold on...make that two Shirley Temples and keep the booze. I'm officially cutting back. [23:10] that's a very intriguing facial expression [23:10] ::takes the cherry red drinks and tries to hold onto his adulthood and he walks back to the rear corner pool table:: Wow, these things really are red. [23:11] ::It quickly smooths:: oh? [23:11] :;chuckles slightly, reaching out to take the drink:: Not as red as a Bloody Mary. [23:11] ::smiles:: kinda makes me want to kiss you more to see it more often. [23:11] ::smiles:: True. ::takes a sip:: Wow, that's sweet. Especially after an Amber Ale. [23:12] but... [23:12] ::She gets a flustered little shuckle and looks away shyly:: aheh. . . [23:12] ::lifts the glass to her lips and takes a long sip; when she lowers it, it's about half done:: Ah.. heh. Yes. They're good, though. [23:13] um..::smiles, looking at her, then turns away looking at the floor, stifling a chuckle:: [23:14] Your uhm...::grins:: [23:14] ::begins to run her thumb along the rim of the glass once more; it seems to be a practiced motion:: This is where you say, "A sweet drink for a sweet lady," or something like -- what? ::looks down at her shirt, then at her skirts:: Yes? [23:15] ::smiles:: Your mouth is as red as your drink...::sipping his own:: [23:15] ::arches an eyebrow, then moves over to the edge of the pool table and leans back against the egde:: What's that supposed to mean? [23:16] It mean's ::watches her movement::...It means whatver dye is in this drink has colored your mouth. ::starts laughing:: [23:17] ::licks her lips, hoping to remove a bit of the color, then flushes slightly:: Well .. oh well. ::lifts the drink and takes a small sip:: [23:18] ::grins:: It's ok. Now I have an excuse for staring at your lips...::finds himself hypnotic, then turns back to the window:: I, uhm.. [23:19] *** Quits: Miranda (~kristin_f@22d996b6.1a8c5c1c.vnnyca.adelphia.net) (Read error: Connection reset by peer) [23:19] *** Joins: Fox (~kristin_f@22d996b6.1a8c5c1c.vnnyca.adelphia.net) [23:19] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Fox [23:19] *** Fox is now known as Miranda [23:20] ::glances down at the Shirley Temple, already running her thumb along the rim:: These things don't have alcohol in them, do they? ::smiles a bit, looking up:: I thought they only had synthehol on starships, but the way your tongue is wagging makes me wonder. [23:21] I didn't ask for any alcohol, no. I wouldn't do that to you, knowing what you mentioned before about not drinking. [23:22] *** Quits: Kari (~Kari@36391f10.296d6466.rapidsys.com) (Quit: "It's often been said, 'If you don't have anything nice to say, say it on Iqari TV.'") [23:23] ::arches an eyebrow:: It was a joke, William. ::runs the tip of her tongue along her lips a moment:: Unless you were being serious before..? [23:25] Uhm. No. ::pulls himself away from oogling, then grins and looks to the window finshing his drink:: Not bad for somethin that's red. [23:26] ::takes another sip from the glass:: You don't like red drinks? [23:28] I grew up on Deep Space Nine. When I used to watch the crowd at Quark's I remember hearing something about "Real Mean don't drink red drinks" the same goes for pink I believe :) [23:29] Anything else is alright. Green for example. Green is a great color. [23:29] ::looks at Savant across the table:: [23:29] ::Savant smiles back at Gibson lightly:: [23:30] you're quiet today. [23:30] so are you [23:30] ::chuckles softly, glancing out at the starfield:: I'll make sure to always drink red drinks, then. Since I'm not a man. [23:30] I'm sorry. . . I really don't know what to say. I've had a bit of a lobotomy lately ^_^ [23:31] i know. [23:31] ::smiles:: Oh and no red drinks on the bridge...I know you better then you might think, Miranda. ::winking:: [23:31] and i wish there was something i could do to help. [23:31] not much to do right now ^_^ don't worry, it'll be fixed. [23:32] in the meantime, is there anything i can do to make you more comfortable? [23:33] ::remarks after a moment of silence:: Nobody ever calls me Miranda. [23:33] I don't know. What do I usually get which makes me comfortable? [23:33] oh. Is that, alright? It is your name isn't it? [23:33] if only you knew how easy it would be to take advantage of you right now...? [23:34] ((delete question mark)) [23:34] How would you do that? [23:35] oh, i'm sure you woudln't ^_^ [23:35] ::nods slowly:: Oh.. yes. Only .. I'm just a Crewman to most people. Or at best, Forester. [23:35] you're right. [23:35] ::begins to swirl the Shirley Temple like she was with the ale earlier, her hand cupping the glass vertically as she runs her thumb along the edge:: [23:35] I wouldn't. I wish I could, but I wouldn't. [23:35] See? I haven't lost my intuitions ^_- [23:36] ::nods and smiles:: Well I happen to like that name very much. It rolls. [23:37] Miranda. [23:37] ::smiles:: [23:37] Like that. [23:39] ::imitates Daren, but exaggerates it greatly:: Miraannddaa.. [23:39] ::smiles:: That's not how I said it...ms. red mouth. [23:39] I hope it stays like that as well. I certianly don't want to start over completely. [23:40] no, of course not [23:40] It's odd, though. I find i can still pull some data from the database at times.. enve though the database doesn't even exist anymore. [23:41] that is strange. could it be in buffer memory? [23:41] ::smirks:: Maybe not. And I like my red mouth. ::lifts the glass and tilts her head back, downing the rest of the liquid in one mouthful:: [23:42] no, my buffer is tiny, way too small to store that sort of thing. [23:42] ::nods:: [23:42] I really don't know where it's coming from. [23:42] ::Grins, grabbing a pool ball and shooting it across the table:: So do I, that's the problem... [23:44] ::looks over her shoulder at Daren:: Hmm? [23:45] an amusing enigma, Holmes! [23:45] ::aims the 12 ball for another and shoots it, then looks up:: Oh, nothing just talking to myself. It's a bad habbit of mine. [23:45] it's a little disconcerting. Information doesn't come out of nothing [23:46] no, of course not. [23:47] but.. well, the fact that I know I call you Clarence instead of by your rank or last name is because of it. And a lot of things. [23:47] ::shrugs:: Alright. I won't press, then. ::motions with the glass:: Are you any good at this? [23:47] *** Parts: Isamu (Jisusa@322bbfaa.57322ea.client.attbi.com) [23:47] ::grins:: I was never very good at the game, ::looks at the pool tables:: unless there was money involved. I've always been the gambling type. [23:47] Really? I may have to consider this for a while. [23:48] feel free to take a look ^_^ [23:48] hmm. ::nods:: [23:49] I'll give you a clearance password. It's in your mailbox. [23:49] Really? ::searches Daren's eyes for a moment:: Not me. I don't take too many risks. [23:50] thanks. ::looks around:: tell you what, I'm going down to the central lab to look this over. wanna come? [23:50] sure ^_^ [23:50] ::nods:: Well I would never play against a woman for money, unless she deserved it. [23:50] ::smiles:: [23:51] ::walks out of the rec-room:: [23:51] *** Quits: Gibson (santiago@34c8b132.3d7ab5b6.mlode.com) (Quit: thank you! ... good night!) [23:51] ::quirks an eyebrow:: What would you play her for? ::reaches out and lifts the extra pool cue out of it's holder, seeming to inspect it:: [23:52] ::grins:: Something I wanted from her I guess... [23:53] ::pauses in her inspection, looking over at Daren, a questioning look on her face:: [23:54] ::grins:: Is this a challenge? [23:54] <> [23:54] <> [23:54] ((night Nats!)) [23:54] *** Quits: Lauren (lt_command@1a8c5c1c.3974cd3.rev.o1.com) (Quit: Be back soon..rebooting) [23:55] ::shrugs:: Depends on what the winner gets--what the loser has to give. [23:55] ::sets the pool cue back and walks over to another table, already inspecting another cue visually before she even picks it up with her hand:: [23:56] ::smiles:: I'm not so sure what to play for. [23:57] I already have your friendship. Perhaps just a friendly game. [23:58] ::sets the cue down then picks up the one beside it:: If you say so, sir. [23:58] ::smiles and looks over her shoulder:: I mean.. William. [23:58] ::grins:: Rack'em! [23:59] ::turns back to the table, cue in hand, then bows and motions with her glass:: Officers first. [23:59] oh why thank you... [00:00] ::chaulks his pool cue, positions the cue ball, and bends over to line up his breaking shot:: [00:01] ::pulls the cue back and shoots:: [00:03] ::"accidentally" bumps Daren as he shoots:: [00:03] Er .. sorry, sir. [00:03] gah. Hey! ::watches the ball skive off and just barely break the triangle of balls:: [00:04] ::puts on the innocent look she always seems to have on when she's on duty:: [00:05] I'm beginning to see what lies behind that innocent look of yours...::cycles around the other side of the table:: [00:05] *** Savant sets mode: +o Miranda [00:06] ::her look manages to get a hair more innocent:: What look? ::chalks up her pool cue, inspecting it a moment before blowing on it twice, then leaning over and setting up the shot:: [00:06] Nothing. Your shot, red-mouth. ::grins:: [00:07] ::nods, the look disappearing as she shoots, aiming to break the balls in a manner that will put both a solid and striped ball in the pockets:: [00:09] ::smiles:: So Serious... [00:11] ::stands, grimacing slightly as the solid ball skirts the pocket but doesn't go in:: Hmm? ::blinks a bit, suddenly smiling:: Looks like you're solid. [00:11] ::nods:: yes, quite. [00:12] ::looks at Daren, her face expressionless, then blushes, clearing her throat as she looks away:: Solids, I mean. I'm stripes. [00:12] ::waves his cue around and looks over the table, smiling:: I figured that's what you meant. [00:13] ::finds his shot:: [00:13] This one will make you think twice... [00:14] ::leans over the other end of the table, licking her upper lip for a moment and remarking as he shoots:: That Shirley Temple left such a sweet aftertaste. [00:14] ::bends down to line up the shot, eyeing the targeted pocket for a moment:: [00:15] I'm sure there's more beer left in the bar...::takes the shot, ignoring the show:: [00:16] ::watches a solid ball fly into the mid pocket:: HA-ah! [00:16] ::blows on his pool cue like a recently fired pistol:: [00:17] ::waves her pool cue:: Yeah, yeah.. your shot. [00:17] ::smiles and rotates around the table, knocking into her:: Oh sorry...::Grins:: [00:18] ::finds an angle on an orange solid and bends over to line it up:: [00:18] ::smirks a bit, back up, then stands on her tip toes to look over Daren's shoulder:: So.. what shot are you going to take? Going to take the easy one, I see. ::nudges him with her elbow:: I'd take the riskier shot. The red sets you up for two more shots after that. [00:18] ::pauses:: Assuming you can get it in. [00:19] oh, command advice now? ::smiles:: [00:20] ::lowers back down and moves to the nearest corner of the table, leaning against it:: Good sportsmanship, and such. [00:21] Right. ::lines up for the harder shot:: We'll play it your way. I'm liking red more and more these days... [00:22] ::allows her lips to quirk into a smile:: [00:22] ::pulls back the stick and fires:: [00:22] Damn, too much heat! [00:23] ::chuckles:: I didn't even distract you that time. [00:24] ::smiles:: I guess I just suck [00:24] ::smiles a bit:: I won't comment. [00:24] ::grins:: Please don't [00:25] ::shrugs, tilting her head and looking at the table:: Aye, sir. [00:27] *** Disconnected [00:29] ::glances at the glass over on the table:: ... me too. Thanks for the drink. ::sets the pool cue down:: [00:29] Good night...::grins:: See you on the bridge in the morning. [00:30] ::manages a smile, though it seems somewhat shy:: Good night, sir. Sleep well. [00:31] ::stands holding the cue stick and watches her leave:: [00:31] <> [00:31] *** Miranda is now known as Fox [00:31] End Sim [00:31] *Sim End* [00:31] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim's over for this week; time to relax! =-= Three-time winner of UCIP's Bergen Award for excellence in simming!' [00:31] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: -m [00:31] * Fox grins. [00:31] Spying on us, Colin? ;) [00:31] ah [00:32] Savant is *everywhere* o_O [00:32] * Fox snickers. [00:32] Maybe that'll be in Savant's next log.. a remark about the friendliness of those two. ;) [00:33] or maybe Forester's ;) [00:33] *nudge* [00:33] nah, she tries to politely ignore things that don't involve her... unless they're interesting ^_-