[21:23] campus eatery sounds good to me. I was just trying to come up with a name. :) [21:23] ::Shrugs:: Both work for me [21:24] "The Diner at the Edge of the Universe" [21:24] ::goes to look up her nick from last week:: [21:24] howabout "The Tuck Shop" [21:24] i was thinking 'Archer's' [21:24] ::dusts off the Farrell IV persona:: [21:25] *** Maiko is now known as FarrellIV [21:25] or "Cochrane's"--have it be near the Engineering division [21:25] i like Cochrane's [21:26] sounds good to me [21:26] okay, does everyone like that idea? [21:26] yes [21:27] *** Cloaked is now known as Stephan_Gallant [21:27] absolutely [21:27] dee-lightful [21:27] wunderbar! [21:28] *Sim Start* [21:28] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= Coronado sims at 9:00pm ET Mondays, with an after-sim most weeks immediately following!' [21:28] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [21:29] ::It's early evening, and Savant is waiting at Cochranes' for her date. She looks jut like always, but perhaps a touch nervous:: [21:29] ::seated in a booth, plasma dynamics book laid out in front of him, scribbling away notes, taking a moment to take a sip from a strawberry milshake:: [21:29] ::walks along, whistling softly to himself as he makes his way to the local hangout:: [21:31] ::walks into Cochranes, looking around for Savant; he, however, doesn't look like he always does. His clothes are slightly less worn, his hair actually lookes cared-for:: [21:31] ::suddenly finds himself on the ground, after someone ran into him with a hoverbike and sped away:: What was that?!! [21:32] ::Savant shifted her weight from one side to another, as she had learned that's how one was to behave when nervous.:: She sat in the booth which they had agreed on, off to one side beside the large hulk of a very early Cochrane field generator, one that gave the shop its' name:: [21:32] ::sighs, running a hand through his hair in fustration, going over the notes he just wrote down to see where he missed a vital connection in concepts:: [21:32] ::sits down across the table from Savant:: There you are! [21:33] ::Savant smiled at Clarence and replied simply:: Hello. [21:33] ::stands slowly and brushes himself off, noticing a tear in his new shirt:: (m) Darnit! I just bought this! [21:33] How are you? [21:34] I'm okay. Are you? [21:34] *** CCC is now known as Jack_Farley [21:34] I'm fine. ::smiles:: [21:35] Have you been here before? [21:35] ::shakes his head and rubs it slightly before heading for his destination once again, this time nursing a slight limp but not really realizing it:: [21:35] *** Obs_Santiago is now known as Gibson [21:35] No. I've never really been, ah, "out" before. ::smile:: [21:36] *** Quits: Jack_Farley (CCC@host-69-48-19-5.spr.choiceone.net) (Read error: Connection reset by peer) [21:37] it's okay. it's an easygoing place. so long as you can hear over the music... ::glances over his shoulder at the giant jukebox built into the generator, playing Steppenwolf:: [21:37] ::glances over at the machine:: Oh. That's what that is. [21:37] ::sighs, motions for a waiter, and orders up a plate of Girders:: [21:38] ::the waiter returns with a plate of what looks like 20th- century french fries, and the hungry student dives right in:: [21:38] It gives the place some ambiance. I guess it's supposed to be Zefram Cochrane's style. ::shrugs:: [21:39] ::enters the door and glances around, wondering if anyone he knows will be here yet:: [21:39] ::looks back at this amazing hologram sitting across the table from him:: I ... don't suppose you'd like anything to eat. [21:39] ::She smiles a bit and reads off verbatim from a file on Cochrane:: Zefram Cochrane was a fan of twentieth and twenty-first century contemporary music and collected it voraciously. [21:39] Ah - sure. I guess it'd be rude not to, being in a diner. [21:40] ::appetite partially sated, the young engineering cadet returns to his notes, picking up where he left off:: [21:41] I mean, you don't actually eat, do you? I don't want you to be uncomfortable, or do something you feel unneccessary. [21:41] ::makes his way slowly towards a booth, favoring his left leg and wincing slightly, hoping no one will notice:: [21:42] I don't really eat, no. I don't think I can. ::Her eyes widened a bit as if she were telling a secret, and her voice lowered:: I plug in at night like any other portable projector. [21:42] :widens his eyes and leans closer to listen, trying not to laugh:: [21:43] ::after a beat:: I wish I could describe to you the aesthetics of your avatar. [21:43] ::nods at Savant and Gibson and slides onto a seat with a small sigh:: [21:44] ::glances up at Gallant, nodding at him:: [21:44] ::blinks once:: I'm rendering iwth with seventy two thousand eight hundred and ninety four fuzzy light planes with intensities varying from zero-point-five millicochranes to fifteen-point-thirty-one millicochranes [21:45] ::glances down at the tear in his shirt with a frown, not knowing he has dirt on his face from when he fell:: [21:45] i mean the aesthetics. The beauty of the object, not the render. I suppose you are an artist, and I am complimenting that which you have represented, not your skill in representing it. [21:46] Though I do, now, compliment your skill in rendering your avatar as well. [21:46] ::smiles at her:: [21:46] . . oh. ::The light planes of her cheeks shifted to something closer to pink for a few moments.:: thank you. [21:47] ::picks up the PADD with the menu on it and tries to decide what to order tonight:: [21:50] ::decides to order 2 mushroom swiss burgers with curly fries, a chocholate shake, and a coke and taps it into the PADD, then presses send:: [21:51] so I guess we can just sit and talk. I don't need to eat, especially not if you're not going to. ::smiles:: [21:52] I don't want you gto go hungry Clarence. [21:52] I'm fine! Don't worry about that. [21:53] ::Rests her holographic elbows on the table and her chin in her hands, looking across the table at him:: okay. [21:54] ::murmuring along with the book and his notes:: ...through the thermocouple exhaust valve on the manifold relays, see figure d.... [21:54] ::sits still for a moment, trying to think of something to say:: I ... [21:54] ::leans back and glances around the diner, nodding and waving to a few people he knows:: [21:55] ::attenitvely::.. yes? [21:55] ::laughs slightly to himself:: Look, lemme level with you. I'm good at date conversation. I can turn most anything into anything, with regard to innuendo, or hints, or all that stuff. but I... I'm totally at a loss for what to ask you about. [21:56] *** Quits: Aggie (Aggie@216.190.16.18) (Ping timeout) [21:56] I'm sorry. Can I help? [21:58] I... ::grins:: It's okay. You don't have to apologize, I think I kinda like it. [21:58] ::stretches his legs out under the table and lets out a small yelp when a stab of pain hits him and he looks down in suprise:: [21:59] ah.. thank you? ::she smiled weakly:: sorry. Unlike you, i'm not any good at conversation. [21:59] ::glances at the short shout of pain:: [21:59] Well, right now you're exactly like me. [22:00] ::mutters under his breath and looks down under the table, trying not to be too conspicous:: [22:01] you, uh, what classes did you have today? [22:02] ::Smiles faintly:: Post-confederation history, antimatter physics 414 and Command Psychology 201 [22:02] ::finishes the slurry-remains of the shake and the luke-warm fries and yawns:: [22:02] Command Psychology? How was that class? [22:04] ::sees a hole in his jeans and a dark stain around it and looks up a bit irritated as his order arrives:: Thanks. Just set it down and I'll get to it in a minute. ::stands and makes his way to the restroom, trying not to draw attention to himself:: [22:04] it was quite interesting. The professor is very good, she's adept at public speaking. [22:04] do you have a system for quantifying a good teacher? [22:06] the reaction of the students for the most part, as well as dynamic grammar and proper volume and enuncuation. [22:06] ::props his foot up on a chair in the bathroom and pulls his pant leg up, frowning when he sees a nasty gash in his leg:: (m) Great. ::looks around for a medkit:: [22:08] that's interesting. [22:08] <> [22:09] ::tugs it down again and emerges from the bathroom, heads for the front counter, still favoring his left leg and leans against it, lowering his voice to a whisper:: Can I borrow your medkit? [22:10] ::leaning forward, reading the book, doesn't realize he's,... just... dropping... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz:: [22:10] Waitress> ::smiles and hands it over:: Sure. Need any help? [22:11] ::takes the medkit and does his best to hide it as he whispers back:: Thanks, I can handle it. ::turns and heads for the bathroom again:: [22:12] *** Quits: Prescot (tr_Vekor@wa-longview7b-248.lgvwwa.adelphia.net) (Quit: like anyone cares what I write here anyway) [22:13] *** Chris` is now known as Chris|ZZZzzz [22:19] i'm sorry, got lost in your eyes for a minute there. [22:19] ::She turns that amusing blush colour again:: Thank you [22:19] ::cleans up his leg and runs a protoplaser over it:: [22:20] ::snorts and suddenly fully wakes up:: ...and connect the main plasma manifolds to the secondary coupling valves! [22:20] Don't worry about it. ::smiles:: [22:21] <> [22:21] <> [22:22] ::walks to the sink and looks in the mirror, then blushes as he sees the dirt on his face:: (m) Well...so much for being inconspicous... [22:22] so you also said you're taking antimatter physics. I don't suppose they allow a lot of lab time in that class. [22:23] not very. It's mostly a theory class. It doesn't bother me very much. ::Smiles:: The thought of those students being given live antimatter is a little frightening [22:25] ::washes his face and dries it, tries to fix his hair as best he can before grabbing the medkit and walking back out, keeping his head down and feeling rather embarrassed:: [22:26] exactly my point. ::smiles:: [22:27] ::She ventured, a little uncreatively:: What classes are you taking? [22:28] ::hands the medkit back and heads to his seat, slides into it and starts scarfing down his burger, hoping nobody noticed his predicament and bugs him about it:: [22:29] ::hiding how glad he is that he doesn't have to ask all the questions now:: I'm taking pilot theory 220, Literature of Mars and Warp Field Theory. [22:30] oh, really? Martian literature is so expressive, don't you think? [22:31] ::looks up when a shadow falls across his table and frowns:: What do you want? [22:31] I do. ::smiles:: [22:31] ::she nodded, though said nothing; she wasn't any good at conversation and it showed:: [22:32] I thnk it was sort of a retaliation against the movements on Earth at the time. I mean, here, it was so much into describing situations and the shallowness of things that the Martians, you know, they were on a planet the color of blood. They were the sanguine artists. [22:34] Russell> ::sneers at him:: What were you doing with that medkit? Sneaking some drugs? [22:34] ::nods once:: that's very poetic. [22:34] ::smiles:: thank you. [22:35] I ... dabble. [22:35] you dabble well. [22:35] ::glares at him:: Get lost Russell. I don't have time for your crap! [22:36] ::smiles:: and you haven't even read any of my work. [22:36] I'd like to [22:37] ::turns and looks at Russel and Gallant and their commotion:: [22:38] Russell> ::scowls:: Oh, well isn't that a shame? You know...since your shirt is ruined already I guess you won't mind if I do this... ::grabs his tray and tosses his food all on him, then grabs his shake and pours it over his head and laughs loudly:: [22:39] ah... excuse me? I don't think that's a polite way to act, Sir. I'd like to ask you to apologize to Mr Gallant. [22:39] ::stands up:: What's going on over here? [22:39] ::jumps up, his hands balling into fists as he shakes his head and snarls at him:: Why you...!!! [22:40] Okay, let's all stop right now. [22:40] Russell> ::glances at Savant and Gibson and shrugs:: Just having a little fun. [22:40] ::to Gallant:: you go get cleaned up. ::to Russell:: you walk away and we won't look into charges. [22:41] ::ignores the fight that's brewing near a set of booths next to him and tries to concentrate on his studies:: [22:41] Move, gentlemen! [22:41] I don't think that your fun is very productive, Cadet. I hope that you reconsider your decision. [22:42] *** Joins: Penguin (~Penguin@crystal-d183.phonewave.net) [22:42] *** Parts: Penguin (~Penguin@crystal-d183.phonewave.net) [22:42] ::grumbles and grabs some napkins, cleans some of the shake off his head and tosses them onto the table before turning and storming out of the diner:: (m) What the **** did I do to deserve that?!! [22:43] ::sits back down at the booth:: [22:43] Russell> ::watches his leave and smirks:: Well, the air just got a bit sweeter in here. Now I can enjoy my dinner. ::walks back to his table and sits, still laughing to himself:: [22:43] <<*him>> [22:44] ::Savant shakes her head:: He didn't learn from that. Perhaps we should report him? [22:44] Of course. ::finishes working with the PADD in his lap and hands it to Savant for examination:: [22:45] ::Savant nods once at it, simply accessing the padd remotely and reading the contents:: I'd give my identification as a witness, but I don't think that it woudl apply. They don't accept testimony from applications. [22:45] ::stalks along the sidewalk heading for his room, boiling inside with anger:: [22:46] poor Stephen. . . [22:46] well, the second party is going to get a reprimand for it. we'll see to that. [22:47] that seems fair to me. ::smile:: [22:48] anyway, where were we? [22:48] right here. [22:48] ::grumbles and kicks a few rocks on his way:: (m) That Russell's a jerk. The only way he got in the Academy was by strings being pulled. Just wish I could find a way to prove it and get him kicked out. [22:49] that's very funny. [22:49] ::she smiled vaguely:: thank you. I didn't realize it woudl be [22:50] ::walks up the stairs and to his room and heads to take a shower:: [22:53] i was asking a ... metaphysical, contextual question and you gave me a geographical answer. ::nods:: very funny. [22:54] oh. . . ::pause:: oh! I understand. [22:55] ::smiles:: three of the most beautiful words in the language. [22:55] Russell> ::stands with his group and walks out, waving smartly at Savant and Gibson as he leaves:: [22:55] ::doesn't look up from Savant's eyes to see him go:: [22:56] :Smilesat russel briefly:: You'll be getting some mail shortly. [22:56] ::finishes his shower and dresses again in clean clothes, then leaves his room once more:: [22:58] ::sneaks back towards the diner and looks in the back window, making sure Russell isn't there before entering again:: [23:01] ::ignores a few snickers he hears and sits in a far corner booth, ordering the same food again:: [23:03] ::gestures at Gallant that he should join their table:: [23:03] ::Savant moves over a little to make room:: [23:04] ::moves and sits next to Savant:: [23:04] ::leans close to her and whispers:: this was all my secret ploy to get closer to you. [23:04] ::looks a bit suprised and stands and walks over:: Yes? [23:04] come, take a seat. [23:05] ::glances around:: Are you sure? [23:05] ::She gets an amusing blush again and murmurs as a reply.:: it worked. [23:05] of course i'm sure. [23:06] ::glances at Savant, smiling devilishly:: goood. [23:06] Alright. ::sits a bit uncertainly and smiles at them:: [23:07] ::smiles back:: hello. [23:07] Hi. [23:08] how are you? [23:09] Having a bad day. ::sighs:: You? [23:10] I'm okay. I hope that your day gets better soon. [23:11] how can it not? you have eye candy like this to look at as you eat. ::smiles, indicating Savant:: [23:12] ::Savant turns a bit red again, though her expression doesn't change much:: [23:12] ::glances at his chrono:: Well, there is a lot of it left and I'm sitting here with you instead of alone...so that's an improvement, isn't it? [23:12] <<*isn't>> [23:13] ::smiles:: see? [23:13] thank you [23:14] ::nods at the waitress as she delievers his food and starts eating, then pauses:: Hope you don't mind? [23:14] oh, not at all! please do. [23:14] go ahead. [23:15] Thanks. I'm starving! ::devours his burger:: [23:16] *** FarrellIV is now known as Obs_Farrell [23:17] certainly ^_^ [23:20] ::munches some fries:: You know I sure wish I could get ahold of some proof against that guy... [23:21] proof? [23:21] ::glances at Savant:: oh, there might be some. [23:23] What do you need to prove? [23:23] ::looks back at Gallant and his food, quickly disappearing:: [23:24] Yes. I'm sure that there is some proof somewhere that he doesn't belong here. [23:25] You think that he falsified his entrance papers? [23:25] ::looks quickly at Gallant's face, the conversation taking an unexpected turn:: [23:25] If he didn't then I'll quit. [23:25] why? [23:26] Because I know for sure that he doesn't do his work...and yet he passes every class? Come on! [23:27] You cna make a complaint to the ombudservice, I'm sure. [23:28] ::snorts and eats some of his burger:: Sure. Been there...done that. [23:29] There aren't really name other routes availaible to you. [23:29] [many, even -_- beh] [23:32] Well...if I could get a copy of his papers and get them to the right person... [23:32] ::nods:: ... but that's only if his papers say what you want them to say. [23:33] that's against the code of conduct, reference number 212-b [23:33] ... plus there's that. [23:34] ::sighs:: Well, if he stays here my life is gonna be a living hell. ::shrugs and scarfs down his 2nd burger:: [23:35] do you feel you're being unfairly targeted by this cadet? [23:35] i'm sure the two of you can come to terms. you're both adults. [23:38] ::looks at Savant in disbelief:: Adults? Oh yeah, his behavior tonight was very adult wasn't it? [23:39] If he can't deal with it appropriately, it will be brought up to his superiors and they'll decide a proper course of action. That's what the chain of command is for. [23:40] Uh huh. I've heard that one before. [23:40] *** Joins: Prescot (tr_Vekor@wa-longview7b-248.lgvwwa.adelphia.net) [23:40] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Prescot [23:40] <> [23:40] ::She blinked once, apparently not following what he was insinuating:: [23:40] ((welcome back ^_^)) [23:41] ::shrugs:: It's always the same wherever I go. Once they hear the name Gallant. ::sighs and munches his fries:: [23:41] I'm sorry. I don't understand. [23:43] ::frowns:: You're not going to tell me that you've never heard of Terrance Gallant? Court martialed for treason? [23:43] Those files haven't been released to my network fro training. [23:44] *** Quits: Obs_Farrell (CptFarrell@AC97FBFC.ipt.aol.com) (Ping timeout) [23:44] I see. Well, he just happens to be my older brother...and the black sheep of the family. Of course no one believes that I might just be different. [23:45] I'm sure you'll prove them wrong. [23:46] If I don't wind up dead first... ::Sips his shake:: [23:46] I'm sure that you won't. [23:47] that's a little too much "doomsday scenario," i think. [23:47] Heh. You should see my medical file. [23:49] <> [23:49] *** Quits: Savant (~mouse@h24-86-174-0.ed.shawcable.net) (Quit: ) [23:50] <<...>> [23:50] <> [23:50] <> [23:51] <> [23:51] <> [23:51] <> [23:51] ... well, i guess it doesn't work for me [23:52] ::looks puzzled:: What doesn't work for you? [23:52] the 'sim end' command [23:52] Oh [23:52] :) [23:52] *** Gibson is now known as Obs_Santiago [23:53] *** Stephan_Gallant is now known as Cloaked [23:55] *sim end* [23:55] *** 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!' [23:55] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: -m [23:55] hoo ha. [23:55] ::pounces:: [23:56] weeee ::is pounced:: [23:56] ::grins::