BBS 06-22-03 Quotes Of Infamy 
Sharei
Since You Asked...
Tue May 27
 Sharei gets back up. "Well, I better let you get with the Ambassador," he says. "Maybe I should come over sometime and cook you dinner. Have you ever eaten Betazoid?"
Zuh'raah'do walks into the infirmary. No, he doesn't walk. He strolls, his hands clasped behind his back. One eyebrow, and the corresponding mandible, quirks as the catches the last part of Sharei's question.
Haven dead pans, "No but I've enjoyed a few humans, an Andorian, and a Klingon or two."
Zuh'raah'do says, "Once you've had Nausicaan, you never go back."
Sharei looks between the two of you, utterly bewildered. Then, he shakes his head. "Freaks. Both of you," he says. "I'm going back to my nursing station. You two discuss interspeciesal cannibalism to your heart's content."

 
Caeli
I have to /work/ with him?
Thu May 29
 Kotesh shifts his antennae towards Malloy before giving him the single most odd look he can muster. "What is a greek?"

Malloy looks still oddly at the mugs, then turns to Kotesh again. "Ask Jaylas about the fish. I am sure she will love telling you the story. One of our more shining momens actually..." With a grin, he shrugs his shoulders slightly. "There is a saying on Earth. Be careful of Greek bearing gifts. Old, old story behind it."

Etrik snorts. "Don't worry about them sir. Besides, it's all Greek to me." His face remains deadpan as he steals a pastry off the tray. "In any case, no, it is blessedly quiet. Other than me tormenting my fellow officers here. At least I wasn't telling stories about Grandpa Zeke."

 
Caeli
Some things never change.
Thu May 29
 Etrik grins. "Take care, Zip. I'll think about it." He shakes Kotesh's hand, nodding, before stepping behind the desk and taking a seat... settling back for what'll be a long shift. Thank God for Freecell.

 
Alarcon
Planetary Sciences + Rockabilly Eq
Thu May 29
 Finch is quiet now, there's not a peep from him. His inquisitive gaze slides from Belar to Alarcon and then back again while his expression becomes a study in placid neutrality. Not the most interesting person, but at least his hair is tall.

 
Alarcon
Tall hair, cont.
Thu May 29
 Finch is still quiet and his hair is still tall. The business about the anomaly literally perks his ears up a touch so it would be fair to assume that he has some interest in it, though it's probably outside of his field of expertise, so he doesn't leap into the conversation to jabber away and attempt to show off his command of scientific lingo and knowledge of obscure facts.

 
Talesin
Yet another by Vimes.
Thu May 29
 Vimes takes his seat again and looks around the place. Get another drink, that's one thing to do. After that? Interrupt the Romulan dignitary and the civilian? Join the two medical officers and hear the latest beauty and hair tips?

 
Risa
Art of Modern Cooking
Thu May 29
 Jameson re-fills both wine glasses as he answers. "Not that long really. Everything here is fairly quick cooking. The longest part was the preperation. Chopping and such. But I'm fairly quick hand at that." He smiles. "A couple of hours is all. And that includes the decorations." He looks down at his plate and spears the last bite from it. "Cooking really isn't that difficult. I could teach you if you want. It's all about developing a sense of what tastes good with what. Sort of like learning how to maximize one setting and minimize another setting, tweaking all the components until you eventually have maximum flavor efficiency."

Risa begins to laugh lightly, his explanation obviously both making sense and highly amusing her. "Maximum flavor efficiency?" she repeats, then breaks down and flat-out giggles. "Alright... I'll let you be my Cooking Engineer Guru. I could have fun with that. I draw the line at comparing my creations to yours via tricorder." She pauses. "Or at least admitting that it sounds like a good idea." Another pause. "...ever tried it? Scanning meals to test their composition?"

 
Caeli
DUH!
Thu May 29
 Cabot gestures towards the man's general facial area. "That thing," she says with a smirk, knowing that he is feigning innocence. She turns her head towards the window, and her leopard pattern is clearly visible. The lights in the room are not a full illumination, and the anomaly now casts a colored glow to the room. She smiles quietly, though to no one in particularly. "It's a quiet evening," she observes.

Caeli nods in affirmation. "Most evenings in space are. You know, what with vacuum not conducting sound and all."

 
Albertz
Whoa...I know kung few
Fri May 30
 "Aie!" Risa really shrieks, diving suddenly to the side, Matrix-style. Only, you know, without the outfit, the guns, or the grace. Okay, so it's nothing like the Matrix, save the lack of a spoon.

 
Talesin
Uh...
Fri May 30
 Albertz comes back toward shore from the clear waters of the Lagoon and wades to shore out of the tidal breaks upon the sand.
Albertz has arrived.
Talesin comes back toward shore from the clear waters of the Lagoon and wades to shore out of the tidal breaks upon the sand.
Talesin has arrived.
Far into the distance, a creature can be heard crying in a high-pitched mating call.

 
Churas
Hell of a Dowry
Sat May 31
Well that's all good for Gr'laH, but what does this have to do with...oh right. Cristobal's presumably going to be a part of this House. Right. He's going to have a fleet. Wow. Starfleet never even gave him a runabout.

 
Churas
Familial Exchanges
Sat May 31
Gr'laH rolls his shoulders a touch before looking back Churas' way. "That is all I had for you, Churas. But to say we should speak more, you and I. More than 'watch Iliara' or 'here is Iliara' or 'I am suddenly inordinately wealthy'."

 
Caeli
Dee-nied.
Sat May 31
 Malloy mmmhmmms, nodding slowly. "Well, good for you...although it is a shame...what are we to joke about instead?"

Caeli grins wider. "You mean now that my personal life isn't nonexistent?"

Malloy says, "Something like that, yes...."

Caeli smirks. "Your fascination with the invasive tools of your trade, perhaps?"

Malloy casually flips Caeli the bird, while taking another sip from his mug. "Perhaps not."

 
Harris
The Old and The Surfers
Sat May 31
 Ha'nuQ swims up to the pair. "Greetings!" he rumbles, pleasantly. "I am off to rip some waves. Hopefully, I will not pitch, though I am still learning." He's in a remarkably good mood, all told. "Robert," he rumbles, "I have heard that you and Megdonavon are to be married. Please accept my congratulations. Is it customary among your people to give gifts at this time, or later?" Wow. He's even being nice to Harris.

"Sort of," Harris replies before turning to look at the mountain of Klingon on a surfboard. He hardly would be more surprised if a can-can line of Pakleds in tutus started dancing upon the surface of the water to Zakdorn folk tunes - and he expresses it appropriately, in the form of a jaw drop. In fact, he's so shocked that he forgets to not be nice to the Klingon. "Generally later," he replies slowly. "And thank you." Blink.

 
Donavon
Surfing Jeopardy
Sat May 31
 Head breaking through the waves, Robert paddles outward again. Let's take 'Beating My Head Against a Brick Wall' for $100, Alex.

<CONTEST> Harris (claiming advantage) contests his Athletics (Surfing) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

And it's the daily double! Harris finds himself sleeping with the fishes once again.

 
Harris
Cruel Irony
Sat May 31
 One more time, loud as you can, how does it go? Harris is in the zone this time, he can feel it.. and so he prepares for the wave again.

<CONTEST> Harris (claiming advantage) contests his Athletics (Surfing) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

As he's pitched backward into the wave, Robert yells, "Computer, delete surfboard!" before being claimed by the wave. *gurgle*

The computer buzzes twice in the negative. "Unable to comply."

 
Risa
Miscommunications
Sat May 31
 Risa probably expected there'd be a few misses before she'd have to return any volleys; she's caught off-guard and dashes to try and make it, missing with an almost audible zing. Rather than be upset, she actually looks pretty pleased about it, catching the ball and tossing it your way. "Nice one. Your serve. Love-One."

Caeli blinks at Risa as he stands in the service area, tilting his head and giving her a blank look. "Love won? Is there a third player?"

Coughing faintly, Risa laughs and shakes her head. "No, no, that's the score. Love means nothing. Er. That also sounds 'wrong'. Love, the word love, in this game, means zero as far as points. I've got one, you've got love. As you're serving, you say the score's Love-One."

Caeli aahs slightly. "Sorry. I just kept thinking, 'What's love got to do with it?' Anyway, here we go."

<OOC> Caeli is tina turner!

 
Lao
Andorian Vengeance
Sat May 31
Finch is plainly startled when he glances over and then directly at Hathosa, who at first might have been mostly overlooked. The glossy black hair draws his eye back and that when he nearly jumps out of his Starfleet uniform. Either she's got a booger hanging out of her nose, or he just wasn't expecting to be so close to a Romulan. He clears his throat softly, suppresses a mild smirk at his reaction and opens his mouth to say something. Luckily he's distracted by Kireth, or all manner of nonsensical gibberish could have been unleashed. There's a very faint sigh, and then he looks to Kireth, "Hey there. I was, I'd like a drink with some zap into it. I've been staring at raw data for a few hours straight..." That explains it.

Kireth hrms slightly. "Zap, eh? Alrighty." With that, the wiry Andorian turns about and fills a mug with a quintuple espresso. Take that, human. Bwahahahaha. Setting the mug before Finch, he queries, "Milk and sugar?"

 
Kireth
It's all in the POV
Sun Jun 01
 Kireth and Poole, as seen by the new Romulan Liaison. And Randal's reaction.

Hathosa laughs pleasantly. "I find it hard to believe that these people represent those who enforced the nuetral zone for so long. I have been assured that they are quite capable, however." She indicates Kireth. "The bartender is a skilled counselor and worth listening to."

K'net-mauri says to Hathosa, "Hmm. Is that what they represent?" A little shake of the head, then he looks at Kireth, then back to the Romulan woman. "I have only met him a few minutes ago. I will take your word for it."

Hathosa continues her report. "I did meet the Second a while ago, but I mistook her for a prostitute from her dress and demeanor and didn't realize it until later."

Randal peers over at Hathosa from his own spot at the counter. That comment got his attention, apparently.

 
Magdala
Courage Points
Sun Jun 01
 A Bajoran starts arguing about the Cardassian occupation with the man he is sitting near.
Gurdek looks over his shoulder at the sudden argument. Soon even the emits are going to start spending courage point.
s.

 
Spect
Pep Talk..Kinda
Mon Jun 02
 Hathosa considers that comment for a time. "It is always good to make a favorable impression on others, even those junior in rank to yourself. Every person has value and serves a valuable function for the Empire." She thinks, then corrects herself. "In the Star Navy, that is. People might have a different value here."

 
Risa
Well?
Mon Jun 02
 Jameson checks out his new cards and arranges them. He looks again, and arranges again. "I'll see all prior bets, but I choose not to raise it." Ooooh. That confidence slipping /just/ a little? Apparantly. He leans into Risa and grins. "Oh... you can't win all the time. In fact, you shouldn't. You're cute when you get pouty."

"Ahem." Magret peers down her nose at her cards. "See all previous bets and raise them... hmmm. No, actually. I think I'll stand. In the metaphorical sense. Sitting down is more comfortable." She eyes Jameson for a moment, then Risa. Then Jameson again. "She gets cuter?"

 
Caeli
BURNED!
Tue Jun 03
 Spect heads over to the bar and orders two more drinks chuckling to himself. As he reaches the bar he extends his hand to the two persons that he doesn't know, "Ensign David Spect, Mission Operations." he quips proudly.

Randal peers over at Spect, "Randal Thorne." He glances at the extended hand, then back to the man's eyes. With a smirk, he adds, "Captain."

 
Spect
Insignificant spect
Tue Jun 03
 "We have a platform to install, Ensign," Medes notes, ignoring the LARGE NAUSICAAN-SHAPED BLIND SPOT she's forcing herself to have. It's kind of like Havaris's Cardassian Zone, but with less brimstone and more ignoring. Subtle. Like Orbital Strike. Yep. "I thought I had sent you a reminder, but perhaps I forgot?" She clips her PADD back to her belt, glances over at Takamura, noting with a vague half-smile, "Packmate," and then allows her eyes to skim over Caeli and Randal with a brief nod.

<OOC> Spect says "me me....i'm here too!"

.. and Spect, too.

 
Tyler
Hee hee
Tue Jun 03
 The last pose in Valley of the Shadow of Death, Part II:

Laco looks at Edwards' departing back, then the de-materializing pair. "Uh...I don't think I'm rated to watch Ops by myself."

 
Medes
Don't be scared!
Tue Jun 03
After receiving a toy Engineering Kit (ahem)...

Nua looks at the tricorder, holding it in hand with a sense of such massive importance that the whole station is probably quaking. This is the sort of moment that's going to last her the rest of her life in memory. Mouth slightly agape. Here lies the coolest. Stuff. Ever. She's a real engineer, now. Marches up to her mother, chin up. "Don't be scared. I am an engineer." Jiasha looks down, wrapping her hand around her mouth. It's all she can do but burst out laughing. "Yes, ensign." She designates. "Please scan." Which Nua does with exacting care, reading out her 'findings' with quivering importance. "She is female!" she reports. And after sounding out a word about seven tomes reports her heartbeat.

 
Malloy
Doctor Evil I presume?
Thu Jun 05
 Albertz added on Thu Jun 05 05:45:21 2003: Dr. Haven, I would be more than happy to volunteer as "duty medic" during this and subsequent "Fight Night" events. I have some experience with mixed martial arts "competitions" such as these and think I may be of some value at "ringside".

Sorry, I can't help but see Mike Myers now in his role as Albertz...doing his usual "routine"...Ach! Me eyes!

 
Churas
Truisms
Thu Jun 05
"Ah." A long pause, and Churas wonders, "Why is it that Starfleet seems to employ so many... /delicate/ female officers?" She raises her cup to her mouth and takes a long, thoughtful sip.

Cristobal chuckles, "Ninety-eight percent of the quadrant's sentient population is smaller than you, Churas." he says in a made-up but probably not all that inaccurate statistic, "Most are significantly so. It only stands to reason that most will appear.../delicate/ to you."

 
Medes
True to... Character?
Thu Jun 05
Lao holds up a hand to the group. "You need not pay for the drinks this evening, my friends."

Solok just lifts his hand to the serving girl, and shakes his head. "Nothing here." He then reconsiders, and says, "Actually... I'll have whatever is most expensive. In a pint mug." And then he turns his attention back to Lao.

 
Magret
Bwaha!
Thu Jun 05
Etrik rolls his eyes at Poole. "Oh please. Next you'll tell me that hitting below the belt isn't fair either."

 
Caeli
But can you sneak?
Fri Jun 06
 Blink. "I thought we'd have more of a plan than that," Medes replies to Cristobal, scratching the side of her face and then staring at Talesin for a moment. "Uh... hunh." She blows out a breath. "Well. Great. I guess I can... sneak... ahead. Or something. And look for danger. 'Cause I'm sneaky. Like a thing that sneaks."

 
Alarcon
Cat-Piloted Shuttlecraft
Fri Jun 06
 Finch reaches for his glass, hesitates and then picks it up to have a sip before reclining back again with one leg stretching out further than the other, "I'm sure there would have to be endless flight tests to iron out the glitches. Cats aren't exactly as logical as Vulcans or robotic autopilots. It would be a fun challenge, if everyone didn't have more pressing matters."

"And if we could find a cat, somewhere, on some world, in some dimension, that actually cared about an activity that would not involve tuna fish or merry destruction of some sort." Isobel grins. "Although of course, the controls could be designed to reward with treats... I wish shuttlecraft were like that for us." A merry, silly sort of sparkle is in her eyes now, thinking about it. "You know... you navigate something particularly well and the replicator makes you a cookie or something. It would make piloting a lot more interesting for me, anyway."

 
Talesin
Orcbolians are evil.
Fri Jun 06
Cristobal holds a hand up to the group, indicating for them to stop. He touches two fingers to his ear before pointing at the orcs. He mouths 'listen' and watches the Orcs, seeing if they say anything useful. He's can't see where Medes is, but he's certain she won't do anything like trying to attack them all alone.
Caeli roars in laughter. "You know what I like, Gluborg? I like sunflower seeds."
Caeli grins wryly as he looks to the Orcs about him. "*Chocolate covered* sunflower seeds."
Caeli concludes with a flourish and a waving of his sword, "Of death!"

 
Cristobal
Minor accident
Fri Jun 06
 Gr'laH sputters out a cough and opens his eye rather abruptly, bringing up his arm as though to clobber Aaron Park clean across the infirmary. He doesn't wind up swinging, however. He stays wound up, however. This is where he takes to looking mildly embarassed as he eases back down onto his back again. "Doctor," he mutters darkly, "I seem to have tripped and fallen on a sword six or seven times."

 
Harris
Dr. Havaris, M.D.
Fri Jun 06
 "Sperm, Nevaren. Xygotes. Stored and produced in the testicles of most sapient species' males. Released at male orgasm en masse?" Havaris scratches at his nose a bit, shifting in his seat to sip his wine and watch the stammering Engineer with thinly veiled amusement. "You did get this lesson in the Academy, didn't you? If not, let me start at the beginning." Kusto pauses, searches for a metaphor, and continues on ahead. "You see, when a man and a woman love each other /very/ much... They have certain... urges."

Nevaren feels strangly uncomfortable with all this mention of sperm counts, particularly his own.. And it isn't helping that Kusto is rambling on about reproductive sciences.. or is beginning to sound like a 1960's sex education film gone horribly, /horribly/, astray into the farthest reaches of the Galaxy. He takes his glass of water, but doesn't feel to thristy anymore. "Kusto.. Please.. Stop it."

 
Etrik
Found out, darnit
Mon Jun 09
 Etrik bahs. "I am innocent. I spend most of my shift locked in the weapons closet, making sure that if we have to shoot someone, our phasers don't go 'pbbbbt'." His smile is downright impish.

Vala looks to Etrik, "Now now, you really should come out of the closet more often." She takes a drink from her mug, mmmm.

 
Caeli
A team effort?
Mon Jun 09
 Takamura laughs as we removes his EVA suit and puts it back into storage.

Caeli does not participate in the removal of Tak's EVA suit, but responds with a grin, "Try camping out in jeffries tubes while you wait for some Jemmies to walk by so you can get the drop on them."

 
Spect
Ambassdor's Duty
Mon Jun 09
 K'net-mauri replies, "Trying to stop various people from killing other people, or goading still other people into killing people, that sort of thing. It's what I do when I am not trying to stop individuals from doing stupid things that will infuriate galactic empires, or being insulted for sport. I don't usually do much else. What have you been doing lately?"

 
Albertz
Thanks, but...
Mon Jun 09
 Vala looks at Albertz, "We can help you with that Ensign, if cereal really gives you the runs." she chuckles at her own bad joke, "How about I run ahead of you instead wearing a tight athletic outfit? Would that motivate you?" she inquires of Talesin.

Talesin laughs, "No offense, but... hardly."

 
Atlin
Superhero Flirting?
Mon Jun 09
With that said, Kotesh glances aside at Atlin with an encouraging little grin, scooting his chair -- and himself -- a bit closer to the Serene one. "Hi," he offers to her quietly, "can I be your sidekick?"

 
Atlin
Evil Conundrum
Mon Jun 09
"Of course," Kotesh remarks as he turns to jog towards the Justice Mobile's garage of peril, "he could know we'd think it's a distraction for a bank raid and actually be intending something on the other side of the other side of the city near the mall. And knowing that, actually be intending to hit the bank, just a bit later than right now. Or. You know? Let's just go. My brain hurts."

 
Atlin
Geek Overload
Mon Jun 09
Alarcon's eyes have not yet fallen out of her head as yet, though this could happen at just about any moment. Flashing lights... FLARING lights... controls and options, controls and options, controls and ooooooptions... her bulging eyes glaze over happily when she slides into her seat in what is rapidly approaching Terminal Nerd Coma State.

 
Genesis
Fear the Powers of Science!
Mon Jun 09
The Chemist is hard at work from her vantage point around the corner of the bank. Working quickly, she mixes a few more chemicals together and loads the resulting compound into the special ChemicoLauncher. Again, her wrist is aimed with what she fervently hopes is deadly accuracy and laserlike scientific precision!

The Chemist unleashes yet another daring blast, a large capsule launching into the mouth of the t-rex. It bounces off the roof of the t-rex's mouth, and down it's throat. It's a fast-acting chemical...but not that fast. The t-rex has several seconds before it keels over.

"Eat my SCIENCE, Chronos!" cackles The Chemist, as she ducks back around the side of the building.

 
Gellan
Irony
Tue Jun 10
 Gellan glances to Novairen as she makes the way toward the turbolift. "No. Not to drink." Reaching the lift, she hits the call button. "I don't think I understand this need to..pretend you're someone else in some..other world."

 
Caeli
Some things never change, ctd
Wed Jun 11
 Caeli aahs slightly. "Well, I give them credit for being alive, myself, but tend to try to remedy that as soon as I can." He chuckles slightly before righting himself from the wall. "I don't want to keep you from your desk-sitting. Or me from my sleep. Have a good night, John."

Vimes waves off a salute, "And the same to you, Lieutenant. Thank-you." and keys up a game of solitaire on the computer. Fun times had by all.

 
Randal
Springtime and Eviscerations
Thu Jun 12
 Churas moves into the Neutral Zone, looking almost... chipper. The corners of her mouth are upturned slightly, you see, just /that/ much and no more. It's a rather weird kind of thing to see if one is used to Churas's expressions, especially since she still moves entirely by stalking like there's prey just ahead. Springtime and eviscerations and joy! Little birds flying around until I smash them! And so on.

 
Nevaren
Ahhh... The good old days.
Thu Jun 12
 (Remember the days when you could hold a weapon to a naked Cardassian's head and it was considered part of the job description? Aaah, memories..)

Nevaren growls. "Look in my satchel over my shoulder." he says to Jolvan, not using his name to be safe, "There's a roll of adhesive strips in there."

Nevaren keeps the rifle on the woman, careful never to take his eyes off of her.

Jolvan, without taking his eyes off the women tells Nevaren "Tie her up. I'll cover you."

Nevaren says, "You do it. I'm covering her."

The woman rolls her eyes. "The first one near me to tie me up, as it were, will die, before the one covering me can get off a shot. I guarantee it."

Nevaren says, "Or... on second thought... Reach into the top of my boot. There's a phaser in there. Set to stun... shoot her.. THEN we tie her up."

 
Albertz
Is that a typo in your pocket?
Fri Jun 13
 Ha'nuQ leans over the ropes to look down at Albertz. "Well? I just turned down an immediate dinner with a beautiful woman or you, Albertz. Will you deny me?"

 
Churas
Boy Scout Starfleeter?
Fri Jun 13
Cristobal pulls the PADD from his belt and holds it out to Churas. He says, "Form four-twelve-Kappa. Registration of a two-sentient marriage, one of whom is a citizen of a non-Federation but friendly power, no change in citizenship required. It's filled out, and just needs your thumbprint, retinal scan, or DNA sample. It's sent to the nearest civilian legal database, which is on Dulcais. With couples not altering citizenship or transferring funds or contraband into or out of the Federation, confirmation of receipt not necessary for marriage to be legal." Or in otherwords, press here and we're married. /Somebody/ came prepared.

 
Churas
The Jive-Talking... Scotsman?
Sat Jun 14
Albertz grins and shakes his head. "Of course not, my brotha. I need that bread to start up H&A Shortbread and Haggis Distributorium Limited. Have to keep your eyes on the prize!" At that Hamish kisses each of the rings on his fingers and strikes a fighting pose, fists clenched. Unh!

 
Caeli
Shaft would be proud.
Sat Jun 14
 Ha'nuQ nods to Caeli, and looks down to Albertz. "I hear you, mister. Damn. That Caeli...he's one bad motha--"

"Shut your mouth!" Churas snaps, cracking her knuckles as she climbs into the ring.

Ha'nuQ shrugs at Churas, bewildered. "Just talkin' 'bout Caeli."

Caeli shakes his head slowly, intoning, "Nobody understands me but my woman."

 
Cristobal
Flying Scotsman
Sat Jun 14
 Churas ducks her head to the side and snarls at the scotsman. The massive female, still holding his leg in a strong grip, spins around twice, attempting to lift him and get enough momentum to fling Albertz bodily from the ring. All the while, still, she grins that same feral grin.

<CONTEST> Churas (claiming advantage) contests her Fitness (Strength) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Uhoh big time. The position Albertz is in bodes ill favor towards him. Donavon licks her dry lips in moistening them before expelling a low whistle. "That's one way to be fly."

Ha'nuQ cranes his head to follow Albertz' flight. "Ah. A Flying Scotsman." A pause. "Wasn't that a ghost ship?"

Albertz flies through the air with the greatest of ease, landing with a very uncool thud in front of a group of Mr. Long's warriors. "Tha's one way tae go about it, I guess." He gets up slowly, dusting off his duds.

Randal says, adopting something of an accent, "I dinnae think he coulda taken much more o' that, anyway." He grins slightly.

 
Haven
Ahem
Sun Jun 15
 The are of brown nosing....

Haven shakes her head at Glemm even as she smiles over at Hamish. "Yay. My relief is here. I'm free!"

Glemm snorts, "Dun let 'er go. She's jes' gunna find sum way ta gi' in trouble, eh?"

Albertz laughs softly, "Ach. I cannae believe that of Doctor Haven. I'm sure she's always the absolute model of professionalism when she's away from the infirmary." Hamish's support of his superior is solemn and sincere save for the slight twinkle in his eye as he speaks.

Haven just rolls her eyes at the both of them. "Thank you, Hamish. I shall remember your spectacular brown nosing come promotion time." She *looks* serious but there is also that twinkle in her eyes.

Glemm stifles a laugh. "I'm officially stayin' outta this un."

Albertz takes a seat, has favorite seat, in front of the medical library. "That's all an ambitious young ensign ken ask for, doc." He laughs to himself again, tapping at the control console as he does so.

 
Medes
Welcome to Ops!
Mon Jun 16
"Body armor," Havaris notes with a shiver, "that stuff melts under Polaron." Havaris rubs his chest for a moment before nodding back to Briganti. The mumbling and blushing Medes is ignored. So that she may regroup. "At ease, Ensign. At ease. I suppose you'd like to have your interview?"

Briganti lifts his eyebrows. "Interview, sir?" he asks.

"Interview," Havaris explains, "the part of the reporting for duty process wherein you sit opposite me at my desk and answer probing and difficult personal questions relating to your service jacket and career ambitions. It's like a physical, only I don't warm the instrumentation first."

 
Medes
Reporting In
Mon Jun 16
Amusingly, Havaris picks this moment to step onto the deck, the diminutive Bajoran seeming to fit the mold described by Etrik, save for the stocky part. He pauses inside the doors, glancing at the back of the officer who arrived before him with a small downturned curve to his lips. "Excuse me, Ensign." He steps around Briganti and makes his way towards Medes' chair, unclipping the PADD from his belt as he moves. "Got a report for me, Thea? Just checking in. Been down in the office this shift, catching up on the paperwork."

A brilliant grin lights up the tiny Engineer's face when Havaris approaches. "Mm. Yes. Out there, we have some stars, ships, and other things, all doing what they're supposed to. On station, well, everyone may not be doing what they're supposed to, but nothing's on fire, exploding, or flailing its arms in a fashion too melodramatic for the station's structural integrity to bear." Medes pauses then, and clears her throat, and puts on a Very Official Officerial Face. "All systems nominal, sir."

 
Havaris
First time for everything...
Mon Jun 16

<CONTEST> Havaris contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Dramatically Fails!

(Fortunately Poole was in another location at the time.)

 
Churas
You did WHAT?
Tue Jun 17
"Of course you were, Nathan," Aliana says sweetly, "you just needed a bit of encouragement, that's all." She turns to Churas and shrugs. "What can I say, he was being male. So I fixed him." She winks. And then blinks. "OK, that just sounded *totally* different from what I meant. So... yeah. Um, he was being silly. So I told him to stop." She shakes her head. "I haven't even *touched* this bloodwine yet, either... oy."

 
Churas
Perspective?
Tue Jun 17
Cristobal stands, walking over to Churas. He says, "Yes, she is," walking up behind her and gently placing his hands on her shoulders, giving her his 'alright, bad joke' look, which looks a lot like most husbands', 'honey, I just ran over your cat' looks.

 
Medes
*gulp*
Wed Jun 18
Ghorev crooks his finger at Spect in a 'c'mere' gesture. It is not a happy 'c'mere'. It is more like the gesture that, in certain old movies, would be accompanied by the other arm performing some intricate serpentine gesture right before the leaping kick that fells Spect to the ground like a sack of drowned cats and perhaps causes congential migraines in five or six generations worth of his descendents. Fortunately, Ghorev moves more like a wrestler than a kickboxer. Small favors. "You're with me," is all he says.

 
Churas
How truly thoughtful!
Thu Jun 19
Cristobal arches an eyebrow and says, "What makes you think I had it tough?" in a dry tone of voice. He and Malloy each have a mug in their hands. Cristobal glances at the arriving Churas and re-opens the box on the table. Inside, the box is filled to the brim with bandages, band-aids, bottles of painkillers, salves to put on bruises and whatever else there is for home-based first aid supplies. He says in an equally bland tone, "Craig brought us a wedding present."

 
Medes
Ever Pragmatic
Thu Jun 19
Stewart shakes his head to Golden, "Not yet. We're just waiting on the briefing right now. I'm sure when things start exploding, we'll all notice."

 
Medes
badumching
Sat Jun 21
Nevaren shakes his head. "Not unless you consider the power core being replaced by onionrings as being fun."

Glemm furrows his bushy brow, clearly not understanding. "Onionrings? Neva 'eard o' em? Tha powa output betta?"