[21:25] so ^_^ [21:26] *sim start* [21:26] *** 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!' [21:26] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [21:26] ::Savant was seated in the holodeck, dressed like the fashionable young hologram that she was in a 1920's speakeasy:: [21:28] ::also in the holodeck, dressed to the occasion:: [21:29] ::enters the holodeck, dressed in a red shift-like dress ending just below her knees, a large string of pearls around her neck, and a small hat roguishly tipped on her head:: [21:30] ::Savant was wearing military clothing from the era, witha strip of stars on her shoulders. Her regular uniform seemed to translate unconsciously within the program:: [21:31] ::in a nice zoot suit looking garb:: [21:31] ::walks in wearing a pinstriped suit, grey fedora, and wingtipped shoes:: [21:32] ::nods to Zachery, who's looking almost as dapper as he is:: [21:33] ::nods back and walks up to the bar:: Gimme an eightball. [21:33] ::Savant was holding a glass of some sort of alcohol on ice, noting the entrance of the three:: Afternoon, boys. [21:34] ::tips the cap sauvely:: [21:34] ::looks at her ensemble:: Boy? [21:34] ::tips his hat at Savant and smiles:: Afternoon Savant. ::grins at Maiko, taking in her dress:: Definitely NOT a boy. ::winks:: [21:35] ::smirks:: Flattery will get you everywhere. ::bellies up to the bar:: Scotch on the rocks, neat. [21:36] ::she looks Zachery over with an appraising eye:: Definately not a boy, indeed. [21:36] *** Joins: Santiago (breathless@C9-dhcp-22-48.resnet.ucsc.edu) [21:36] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Santiago [21:36] ::gives Savant a pained expression as if to say "hands off, he's mine.":: [21:36] ::takes his drink and sips, smirking to himself, wisely staying silent and offering Maiko a seat:: [21:37] ::Savant only looks up at the ceiling and sips her drink:: [21:37] ::steps behind the bar:: [21:38] ::takes the offered seat with her drink:: [21:39] ::steps over to Maiko and Zachery from behind the bar:: Ladies drink free, you know. [21:39] ::pulls out a chair and seats next to her, looking around and noting the band warming up:: Nice place. [21:39] *** Santiago is now known as Gibson [21:39] That's the last thing you want to say to someone who enjoys more than a few good belts of liquor [21:39] ::smiles:: The gentlemen their with pay double, though. [21:41] ::smiles at Maiko:: Quite alright with me. She's worth it. [21:41] ::materializes in the transporter room:: Computer, give me the location of Maiko D'rall. [21:41] ::sharp nod:: [21:43] *> ::strides toward a turbolift:: Holodeck two. [21:43] ::Savnat stayed seated off to one side, sipping her drink from time to time and looking across the room:: [21:43] ::smirks:: Things like that are dangerous to say around most women. [21:44] ::hands his some latinum and leans back in his chair:: What's your favorite instrument? ::motions to the band:: [21:44] ::looks around, wiping the bar down:: Slow night, if you ask me. Usually this place is goin' [21:44] *> ::exits TL and moves toward the holodeck door; pauses a second and hits the open command:: [21:44] <> [21:44] Musical? ::Shrugs:: I've never really had any favorite. [21:45] ::enters the holodeck, sighting Maiko:: What the hell were you thinking? [21:45] ::blinkblinks:: Clarence? [21:45] ::Savant lowers her glass from her lips and cocks an eyebrow:: [21:45] I really want to know. What the HELL were you thinking? [21:45] ::looks up and sees Gibson:: ((Oh crap.)) [21:46] ::almost decides to interject, but decides to let Zachery handle it, its his girl, afterall:: [21:46] ... ::confused look, having no clue what he's going on about...:: [21:46] My God, Maiko, do you not understand what you're doing? Do you just not get it? [21:46] Do you not know there's a line between good fun and cruelty? Do you not understand how goddamn far PAST that line you are? [21:46] ::to no one in particular:: Ah... I'll be elsewhere, I think... [21:47] ::Savant set her glass down and disappeared in a puff of photons:: [21:47] ::blinks, connecting the two:: She told you. [21:47] You're goddamn right she told me, and she had every right to. [21:47] How is it that you define crushing someone's hopes, someone's dreams, their whole character in the same league, the same galaxy as planting you naked in a room with a bunch of men? [21:47] It wasn't revenge, it was cruelty. [21:48] I mean, is this who you are? So vengeful? So cruel? What little corner of you did I taste that I missed the venom? [21:48] ::to Savant:: There'll be a scotch and soda at the other end of the bar in a few seconds. [21:48] I just ... I have no words for it. That's all. [21:48] ::heavy sigh:: Yes, you're an expert on that, leaving me when I was lying partially paralyzed in sickbay... [21:49] Oh, of course. [21:49] It's all my fault. [21:49] ::looks puzzled, glancing between Maiko and Gibson, then glances at Savant, then turns back to Gibson:: I think you should calm down a bit. [21:49] I'm sorry, Maiko, I truly am, if you think it's not your fault. [21:49] It's nobody's fault, and it's everybody's fault, and it's my fault too. [21:49] ::glances at Prentiss:: You're right. Good bye, Maiko. [21:49] ::Savant is nowhere to be found - she vacated rather quickly a few seconds ago:: [21:49] ::turns and leaves:: [21:49] But maybe I thought I was help.... [21:50] ::starts to slide the scotch and soda over, but can't seem to find Savant:: hmm. [21:50] ...ing. [21:50] ::hits the back wall of the TL:: Transporter room one. [21:51] ::sighs deeply and shakes his head, having no clue what to say:: [21:51] ::takes one look at the scotch and rather than sipping it, knocks the whole belt back in one long gulp:: [21:51] ::to Somansky:: Another. I have a feeling this day is only going to get worse and I'd rather not remember it. [21:51] ::enters the TR:: Thanks, send me back please. [21:52] ::The transport didn't go through immediately:: [21:52] ... [21:52] ::slides the one in his hand to Maiko:: You go it, toots. [21:52] ::Instead, Savants' voice came into the chamber:: I'm sorry, Clarence. You didn't have to do that. [21:52] Yeah, I think I did. She hurt you, Savant, and that hurts me. [21:52] ::yawns slightly as he wanders into the lounge, looking over a few things on a PADD:: Hmm... [21:53] ::frowns:: ((Some date this turned out to be...)) ::gulps his drink down:: [21:53] ::looks at the new drink, not looking up:: Sorry you had to see that Zachery. [21:53] I apparently thought that i was a lot closer to her than I actually was, and got stung by it. [21:54] ::smiles:: Well if it isn't the colonel. What'll it be sir? First one is on the house. [21:54] ... I know the feeling, Savant. I honestly do. [21:54] ::shrugs:: He's angry, and it's not my business. [21:55] Oh, Clarence, are you busy tomorrow? [21:55] ::knocks the next drink back, decidedly unlike her 1920 counterparts:: [21:55] Eh? ::smiles at Somanskey:: Ale. Tall one if you please ::semi-collapses down onto a chair as he continues going over his PADD:: This Tuberider project is a interesting. From what limitd information I can get about it [21:55] Nope. [21:55] Would you like to try out a new holonovel I found? It was just written on Reor, very popular. [21:56] ::slides the ale down to Prescot:: It is, its a shame we weren't able to support it today. [21:56] ... Sure, Savant. I'd like that. [21:56] Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then. [21:56] ::feels uncomfortable and shifts in his chair:: [21:56] ::She released the transport process and let it complete:: [21:56] All right. [21:56] Energize. [21:57] ::shrugs:: One of these days people are going to realize that some pilots are trained to think quick on their feet and act on their impulses. It's an asset at the helm. ::stares at the empty glass:: Far much less so at anything else in life sometimes. [21:57] ::dematerializes:: [21:57] *** Gibson is now known as Santiago [21:58] ::slides the next scotch if front of Maiko:: From a pilot to another pilot, I hear ya. :: [21:59] ::walks back over to wall and replaces the scotch:: [21:59] ::nods and tips the glass to Somansky:: Thank you. Im sure there will be another chance at it. [21:59] ::glances up at Somansky:: I'll take a refill if you don't mind. [22:01] ::grabs the scotch back down and pours it into the glass, and sets it down in front of Zachery:: [22:01] ::doesn't drink right away but instead stares at the glass, swirling it around, reflecting on how so many decisions in her life had been made impulsively - going off on that hike as a child, taking up flying, her cargo business, abandoning Reor in a shuttle, becoming a member of the crew... her relationship with Clarence... and possibly the one she was forming with Zachery?:: [22:01] Thanks. ::picks it up and tosses it back:: [22:02] ::Savant reappears and picks her glass up, trying to act serriptitiously:: [22:02] ::looks up to see Savant appear again:: Shifty little devil, you are. ::smiles:: [22:04] ::looks over at Savant, wondering if she planned to ruin his date on purpose or if that was just coincidence:: [22:04] ::studies her a little more, and smiles and little wider::whispers to himself:: And a horrible actor. [22:04] ::She cocked an eyebrow at Somansky:: Excuse me? [22:04] ::shakes head:: Nothing. [22:05] ::She frowned deeply and looked down into her drink, not replying:: [22:06] ::begins to wipe down the bar again:: [22:06] ::looks aorund at all of the sullen faces:: Did someone die in the battle and I not know it? [22:06] ::quietly:: Zach, I have to go. I'll... it's not you. I just need to think I guess. ::without another word, slips off the bar stool and makes a beeline for the exit, not looking at Zach or Savant:: [22:07] ::nods and sighs deeply, holding up his glass:: Gimme another one! [22:07] *** Quits: Brad (garstini@ip68-3-126-250.ph.ph.cox.net) (Quit: Reboot.) [22:07] ::shakes head:: Indeed Colonel. ::pours another scotch and slides it to Zachery:: [22:08] ::shakes his head and downs a bit of his ale:: [22:08] *> ::walks down the hall and enters the TL:: [22:08] No, Colonel. no one we know. [22:08] TL> ::quietly:: Deck 14. [22:08] ::picks it up and slams it back, then sets it down with a thud and stands, exiting the holodeck as well:: [22:09] ::walks over to Zachery:: You know, you aren't doing yourself any. . .There ya go! Go Get her! [22:09] Good luck, Zach [22:10] ::takes the empty glasses and begins to wipe them and wash them:: [22:10] SB> ::strides into the shuttlebay, ignorant of those staring at her costume, and signs out a shuttle, filing a short flight plan that basically just has her going out a few hundred meters away from Coronado:: [22:10] I was unaware that bartending was one of your skills Lieutenant. When did you learn it? [22:11] ::leans in close to Jake:: Its a 1920's setting sir, most people only just drink Scotch. So it makes it easy. [22:11] ::smiles:: [22:11] *> ::heads for a lift and presses the call button:: [22:11] ::stands back up and nods:: You just gotta role with the situation. And take advantage of it. [22:12] <> [22:12] ::Savant exhales and continues to look down into her glass:: [22:12] <> [22:12] ::looks at the shuttle, then at the flight path, and frowns, realizing her impulsiveness was about to get the better of her; she instead diverted to the shuttlebay airlock and after some hard negotiation with the dress, squeezed into a suit:: [22:13] ::sees Savant:: Another scotch? Ale? [22:13] TL> ::steps inside:: Computer, location of Maiko D'rall? [22:13] ::cracks his neck:: [22:14] ::with the suit secure, cycles the airlock:: [22:14] Scotch, please. Not that it actually works. [22:15] Computer> Maiko D'rall is in the Shuttlebay Airlock [22:15] ::pours the scotch:: How about a some sort of exotic intoxicating virus worm? I'm sure engineering can work that up for you. [22:15] *> ::cautiously steps out onto the hull plating just aft of the shuttlebay doors, and after clomping along a few meters out of the way of any flight paths coming in, lowers herself to the deck and turns off the suit's comm system, allowing her to sit and watch the darkness of space around her without any interruptions:: [22:16] err.. ::She grinned weakly:: The last thing i need is a virus. The last time I had one of those I nearly killed everyone. [22:16] TL> ::frowns and mutters:: Figures. ::gives the computer an undisclosed location and slumps against the wall as he waits:: [22:16] ::smiles:: Understood. [22:16] I can pretend at least, though. [22:17] ::nods:: That you can. [22:17] *> ::steps out and heads for his kitchen, muttering under his breath and removing his coat as he walks along:: [22:18] ::She rested her chin in her hand and her elbow on the table, looking across to the far wall:: [22:19] ::finishes cleaning all the glass and sets them up:: [22:19] ::turns back to Savant:: If you're gonna mope in my bar, you're gonna share your problem. [22:19] K> ::taps in his code and enters, tossing his coat aside and removing his tie with a grunt, tossing that with the coat and unbuttoning the top 2 buttons of his shirt:: [22:19] ::puts her helmeted head on top of her arms on top of her knees the best she can in the suit and just sits and stares:: [22:20] ::She didn't change her posture but let out a huffed breath:: It's more than a little embarrassing. [22:21] ::raises an eyebrow:: tuberider certainly isnt made for comforts... Wonder how the men will take to that [22:22] ::moves over to the counter and starts pulling out some pans, slamming them down on the counter:: [22:22] ::shrugs:: Alright then. So much for cathartic release. [22:22] ::turns to Prescot:: Is it made for long distances? [22:22] ::walks over to him, back turned to Savant:: [22:23] Q> ::starts tossing ingredients in and beating them together with a vengence:: [22:24] <<*K> >> [22:24] ::Savant lowers her eyes to her glass, swirling the contents around and watching the ice. She exhaled, but continued regardless of the way that Somansky was turned away:: I've never been very good at expressing myself. I'm far more private than people think. [22:26] ::turns back around towards Savant:: [22:27] K> ::glances over to the table elegantly set for 2 and shakes his head, then moves over to it and starts unsetting it, putting the dishes and candles away, then folding up the tablecloth and putting it in the cupboard:: [22:27] ::shakes his head:: Not from what Ive seen. But I doubt this is the full report [22:28] ::nods at Prescots statement:: [22:28] *> ::hears the song running through her head from so long ago:: [22:28] I've always operated by a series of interpreting programs and firewalls. It's very easy to conceal my motives and thoughts. It's a bad habit. [22:30] *> ::quietly cries to herself, wishing her mother were here to give her badly needed advice:: [22:30] K> ::walks to the wall panel and turns on some loud music, then goes back to the kitchen and starts slamming things around again:: (m) Stupid idea anyway... [22:30] ::takes a few steps back towards her:: Maybe its time to break those habits then, yeah? [22:31] ::She didn't look up from the glass: I've been trying. Believe me, compared with how I was even a year ago, I'm much improved. [22:32] [22:33] ::shakes head:: Obviously not to the point of where you want to be though. [22:34] It's a process. I just hate how i've hurt people during it, that's all [22:36] You're learning. It takes time. To become more human, you've got to make human mistakes. [22:37] ::She cocked an eyebrow, looking up at Somansky dubiously for a moment before sitting up straighter and putting on an amused smile:: I'm becoming less human, not more. I've never really had much desire to be human, to tell the honest truth. [22:38] ::looks at her evenly:: Then what's all this talk about being able to express yourself more? [22:38] K> ::fills the pans and puts them in the oven, then walks to the bare table and sinks into a chair, pulls out the small holoimager he carries with him and sets it down on the table, switces it on and stares at the image of Eveline that appears befor him:: (w) What am I doing wrong? [22:39] Computer programs aren't allowed to express themselves? [22:39] *> ::just quietly sits there, curled up hugging her knees:: [22:40] ::shrugs:: Sure they are. But they're usually not conflicted about the way they do things if they are trying to become less human. [22:41] Computer programs are very conflicted about how to do things. Some are terribly indecisive. They're just less salient about it. [22:42] And what do YOU want to do. Become less salient? Or less indecisive? [22:43] ::She grinned:: I can't really become less salient. I'd just like to be more... ::she paused, before finally admitting:: Honest. [22:45] ::sighs and folds his arms on the table and drops his head onto them, staring at the image:: (w) It used to be so easy when you were here... [22:45] ::raises an eyebrow:: Are you saying that you have a hard time revealing the truth? [22:46] Or just a pathological liar? [22:46] ::she beamed:: oh, quite. I'm extremely secretive. Paranoid, really. [22:46] It's not so much a desire to lie as a desire to hide certain things. [22:46] <> [22:46] ((never on the first date)) [22:47] <> [22:47] Why do you want to hide things? [22:47] I don't understand that. [22:47] *> ::sighs and gets up, clomping her way back to the airlock to let herself back in:: [22:48] *** Chris` is now known as Chris|ZZZzzz [22:49] ::It took her a few moments to word it properly:: I was designed to present a pleasing interface. It's very difficult to counteract that imperative, so I have great difficulty doing things which I know will upset others, and tend to feel extremely remorseful when i do. [22:49] <> [22:49] ((practical jokes are things that friends do to one another)) [22:50] *> ::secures the hatch and waits for the airlock to pressurize before removing the suit:: [22:50] K> ::closes his eyes and listens to the music, his mind a jumble of thoughts, both past and present:: (w) Maybe I should be happy with once in a lifetime? [22:51] Then you're gonna have to override that protocol, or firewall, or whatever it is. [22:51] ::kinda at a loss, not being a computer psychologist:: [22:52] oh, I have. A long time ago, really. ::She chuckled:: That was a disaster. It collapsed more than me bringing it down. My moderative layers were positively monolithic. [22:52] Beyond that though, I still operate out of a desire to please. I'm a computer program. I was written to assist people. I always will be that. [22:53] You CAN assist while bearing bad news that might upset them, you know. [22:54] SB> ::takes a moment to compose herself before setting out across the shuttlebay and back into the ship:: [22:54] I'm often the bearer of bad news. It's not that. I can do that just fine. [22:54] It's just... :she exhaled, frustrated:: every emotional display I make other than contentment is a monumental effort. [22:55] K> ::hears the compute beep and stands, walks to the oven and pulls out his brownies and sets them out to cool:: [22:55] TL> ::enters:: Deck 4 [22:56] ::shrugs:: You're doing fairly well here. [22:56] ::she beamed:: I can occasionally put on a good show. [22:59] ::kind of chuckles:: Emotions are a tricky thing to figure out, for any being. [23:00] oh, I'm very in tune with my emotions for the most part. No problem there. My problem is showing them without feeling l;ike i'm doing somethign wrong. [23:02] 4> ::steps off onto Deck 4 and hurries to her quarters:: [23:02] K> ::mixes up a special drink and moves back to the table, drops in his seat and sips slowy:: [23:03] Well, I can tell you, there is nothing wrong with an emotional display. [23:03] so I've been told [23:03] There's certain times and places for them, but they're ok. [23:04] I know that, certainly. But that doesn't make it easy to express myself. I'm fighting against sixty years of logic conditioning [23:05] What does logic say that prohibits emotional display? [23:05] the logical patterns that i'm made of, mostly. [23:06] Were you made on Vulcan or something? [23:07] Q> ::enters her quarters, and after sealing her door, quietly prepares for bed:: [23:08] Not at all. [23:10] ::checks the time:: Well I've gotta run, I've got to go back on watch in a few hours. [23:10] < I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help. [23:10] ::Savant nodded her head at him:: good night. Thank you for the talk anyways. [23:10] ::nods:: My pleasure. [23:11] ::exits the bar and walks out of the holodeck:: [23:11] <> [23:12] *sim end* [23:12] *** 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!' [23:12] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: -m