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Patrolling the Frontier - Mission 25 - 11003.02
Host SMDrew says:
Summary:  The struggles on the two planets continue, but with each passing day they diminish.  A restored peace falls softly over the Lothian worlds.  Aboard the Claymore, the crew enjoy the post-mission rewards of standard duties and after shift leisure time.
Host SMDrew says:
************* Resume Mission *************
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::Sleeping excessively soundly in a private room in sickbay::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks>  ::Makes her way from room to room within sickbay, keeping an eye on things. All in all, a quiet day::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::in his not so newly minted brig cell, going through a series of stretches, not unlike the routine he'd been through the last couple days::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<CWO_Amica>  ::Approaches Brooks with a PADD::  aMO:  Here's the latest readings from the prime minister.  ::Seems to be getting a big kick out of calling him that::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks>  ::Looks up as Amica approaches, and smiles:: Amica: Thank you.  ::Accept the PADD and glances through it::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
::in his 'office' ,if it can be called that, on deck six going over paperwork quietly::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Still in her uniform, not having taken the trouble to change after shift, partaking of a light drink in the lounge::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::sits back in the chair at his station, beginning to realize how uncomfortable it is after more than a full shift::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<OPS_Kendle> ::On the bridge manning his station, silently contemplating his console::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<aTO_Ens_Mornal>  ::Standing at tactical, looking like he's in a bit of a mood, his face all scrunched up in dismay::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::tilts his head a degree, still observing his surroundings, and flexes the joints that had been previously still a little stiff after assisting Brooks with the move, and inwardly decides he might be better off not offering his services in future... nods, at this, and continues to stretch::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::in the lounge as well, "partaking"::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<CWO_Amica>  ::Waits while Brooks reads, watching the top of her head::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Scrolls through a bit more, then nods appreciatively:: Amica: Well, whatever it is, it seems to be working.  Let me know if his REM level changes?
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<Sec_Kell> ::On duty outside the CAG's cell, silently working on something in his PADD::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::steps through the doors of the lounge, giving a very blatantly "you do not want to screw with me" look to anyone nearby, and shoves her way to the bar::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::sitting at a table in the corner, facing the window, he grasps an entire bottle of some alcohol or some concoction and stares out into space::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<CWO_Amica>  Brooks:  Will do, Ma'am.  If there's nothing else, I'm going to take my break now.
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Slipping quietly down the corridor, she steps equally quiet into medical.::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Swirls her beverage around her glass a moment, watching it sparkle, then downs the last gulp::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Smiles a bit more:: Amica: Please do. I'll be here if you need anything.
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<CWO_Amica>  Brooks:  Cheers.  ::Offers a small wave of his other PADD, and sets off toward the break room::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::approaches, just in time to see the bartender open his mouth to offer her the usual... she glares, and clips off:: Bartender: Vodka. On the rocks. And can the chit chat.
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Moving through the room with purpose so as not to draw attention, she makes her way to the room in question::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Her head is able to level off as Amica grows more distant, and she chuckles quietly to herself, and walks on::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::finishing his stretch, he turns about, moving back to the bench, and pulls up a seat... if his stay here bothers him, he doesn't particularly pay it much mind::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TC_CPO_Buttler> ::Steps into the lounge and goes to the bar looking fairly exhausted, and annoyed::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::takes a healthy, or unhealthy, swig of the drink, withdrawing the bottle quickly and causing some of the liquid to fall on his uniform; he doesn't much care::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Quietly she knocks on the door of the private medical room.::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::Remains solidly out cold::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::snaps up the drink as it's offered, takes a deep pull from it, then stalks off to find a table::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Hearing nothing, she opens it quietly and steps inside, giving her eyes a chance to adjust to the lower lighting::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
::lifts one of the less battered PADDs, than reaches into the bottom drawer of his desk to pull a simple flask from the drawer::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::trudges into the lounge, bottle in his hand too, and makes his way towards Matthews' corner as though they've gone through this routine before::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Just barely from the corner of her eye catches a glimpse of a Bajoran blue collar - science? Certainly not medical - disappearing into Welland's room. Rather than trying to stop her, she merely moves into the CMO's office and ties in a direct monitoring feed of Welland's vitals::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Keeping half an eye on the vitals, she resumes her paperwork::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Flags down a waiter for a refill of her drink::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::lifts up a hand to idly scratch at the back of his head, then, after a moment, simply swings his legs back up on the bench, lays down, and relaxes... clearly, he sees this as a sort of minimalistic shoreleave, of sorts::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Seeing the shape of a body lying still under covers, she moves closer.  But not wanting to really disturb him she calls quietly::  CMO:  Marcus?
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::storms right past Raeyld's table, finds a vacant one, and plunks herself down... taking another pull from the glass in her hand before it, too, gets plunked::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TC_CPO_Buttler> ::Finds her drink than looks around the crowded lounge for a seat::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::slumps down next to Matthews, along the wall::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::Doesn't seem to so much as stir::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::grunts at Matthews::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::without looking at the Klingon, he swigs from the bottle again, slamming it on the table and grunting back::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Still no response, she lets out a quiet sigh and turns to look at the medical panel and its various points of information on him.::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<COM_PO2_Luo> ::spots the transporter chief at the bar and waves::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::takes his own open container, marked by some gibberish regarding bloodwine, and takes his own healthy swig::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FO_Mitchel> ::staggers into sickbay, looking quite like he'd just had the royal hell beaten out of him... twice::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Looks down at the pool of condensation on the table from her drink...idly traces her finger through the moisture, scripting flowy, ancient text across the table::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::mutters a low curse about bloody insubordinate morons, then takes another long pull from the glass::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::walks slowly into the lounge, looking to kill some time more than anything else, and deciding that the meathead convention in the Marine barracks isn't cutting it as a time killing venue::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TC_CPO_Buttler> ::spots the communications specialist and heads her way, drink in hand::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Everything read basically normal, all life signs stable... which was good, but did not explain why he had been so secretive and was now in the medical bay.  She turned to look closer at his sleeping features.::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::As she works, a small quiet alarm sounds...She quickly dismisses it::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Looks up from the nurses' station to see a pilot straggling in -- not particularly unusual, but he raises an eyebrow anyway and stands to cross to them::  Mitchel:  What happened?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::approaches the lounge, smiling at the bartender as he places his ends on the edge of the bar and leans into it just a little::  Bartender: Let me try a beer or something...anything you've got that might be good..
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks>  ::Reaches into her pocket, removing a hypospray, dials a dose, and applies it to her neck::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::watches as the Bartender looks at him kind of quizzically before turning away for a moment::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FO_Mitchel> ::opens his mouth to reply, then, just as he's at least trying to form something resembling a sentence, he decides the floor looks much better than the nurse approaching him... and performs a very impressive face plant::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::slings back another mega gulp, finishing the bottle's contents and unceremoniously breaking the bottle on Gulash's head::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Getting no help with her drink in the busy lounge, she finally decides to just get one to go, and steps away from her table, leaving it open to others::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::feels a dull pain as the bottle blasts into pieces; he looks back at Matthews, shakes his head, grunts....and then takes another swig of his bloodwine::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Adjusts the dial once more, and administers a second injection, before slipping the hypospray back into her pocket::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::finishes her drink, then gets up for a refill::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Sighs heavily and speaks in an imitative tone as he bends to pick the guy off the floor, dragging him toward the main ward::  Aloud:  I'm a pilot.  I go around bashing my head into brick walls and other people's fists, so I'm in pooooooooor health.  Could you aid me, kind sir?
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<COM_PO2_Luo> ::glances at the chief of the boat, and the Klingon, than shrugs and smiles at the transporter chief:: TC: Good to see he finally let you out of those drills.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Tries to just unobtrusively make her way through the lounge back toward the bar for a refill to go, but the crowds getting pretty close, and she's starting to feel physically jumbled.....Tries to keep her eyes on the bar::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  *Brooks*:  van Kampen to Brooks.  Got an unconscious flier out here.  ::Hoists him onto a biobed::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
::shifts slightly but makes no move to get up, choosing instead to shift his eyes about the brig area almost lazily::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<Sec_Kell> ::looks up from his puzzle to make sure that the CAG hasn't gone anywhere::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<CMC_MCPO_Matthews>  ::sighs, feeling drunk, to the point where he's too lazy to get up and do anything::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::Rather quietly, in Lothian::  Aloud:  Someone there...? ::Hasn't opened his eyes yet::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::takes the mug handed off to him by the bartender, drawing the beverage to his nose and smelling it first::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::follows Raeyld to the bar, and, having heard something about her rather peculiar obsession with her own personal space, puts her shoulder into a junior officer who seems to have an almost equal obsession with pushing his way through::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Starts running scans on the poor sap::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> *van Kampen*: Oooo...Really?!   ::Moves quickly from her seat into the main ward, at their side in a moment::  My first one?!   Can I experiment on it? Hm? Hm?
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TC_CPO_Buttler> ::manages to get to the communications specialist's table and sits down:: Com: Busy evening isn't it.
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  Brooks:  Be careful.  They bite.  ::Steps away from the biobed monitor to get an equipment cart::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<TSO_CWO2_Saltaan>  ::eyes Cerna, apparently the culprit of the shoulder::  FP: Excuse you, sir!
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Presses a hand to the man's neck a moment, to ensure the pulse is present and strong, then pulls out her tricorder::  van Kampen: Really tremendous crew you have here.
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: In the low lighting his face looks pale and there is no hiding the signs of exhaustion.  After a moment more, not wanting to disturb him, she starts to go, only to pause as he speaks.  The words are in Lothian, giving her no clue how to respond and debating if she even should.::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::notices that the blade has drawn quite a bit of blood and frowns.:: Self: Um...Ow... ::Wraps a handy towel around his bicep and looks around the holosuite for a moment::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::nods approvingly at the smell, which often tells him all he needs to know about beer; he drinks generously, though not ridiculously, from the mug, and turns to face the rest of the lounge::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::In Federation Standard this time, as his eyes flutter a bit, but fall shut again:: Aloud:  ...Hello..?
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::just glares at the TSO for a long, contemplative moment:: TSO: You wanna get pushy, folks are gonna start pushing back. Back off.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Finding herself somewhat near what looks like an "event" about to start between Saltaan and Cerna, she almost shrinks yet further in size and slips as quietly as possible to the bar::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<TSO_CWO2_Saltaan> ::in a reserved, calm manner::  FP: Listen, just because you look like a man doesn't mean you have to take it out on all of us.
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<COM_PO2_Luo> ::Laughs lightly and smiles:: TC: It is that.  How have you been, I haven't seen you for ages.
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Quietly:: CMO:  Hey, doc.  I did not mean to disturb your rest.
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  Brooks:  If by "tremendous" you mean, "often gets shot and/or beaten," then yes, we have the most tremendous crew in the fleet.
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Moves back over with the cart, standing by to assist if needed, or chatter if not::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> van Kampen: Oh, is that all you get? Maybe I withdraw my comment.     Looks like a rather standard assault. At first glance, at least.  ::Adjusts her scans::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::tightens the towel around his arm:: Computer: Computer, end program.  ::heads for the arch::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::turns just in time to observe the interactions between Cerna and Saltaan, though the volume in the lounge is too high for him to really make out what they are saying::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FO_Mitchel> ::lets out what might almost be translated as a half-aware mutter/wine/something, then promptly shuts up.. or, rather, finishes passing out::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::Smiles somewhat dazedly a moment, clearly not quite awake yet -- his eyes remain closed::  CSO:  S'ok, Karinn.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> van Kampen: Aaaand, at second glance - also standard assault.    Subcutaneous regenerator?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CPO_Asilon> ::appears on the Bridge, fumbling four PADDs to the deck immediately as he walks out of the Turbolift::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Hands over the regenerator::  Brooks:  Must be a lazy day, today.
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash> ::hands his bottle to Matthews. who snaps it off of the Klingon on and takes a swig before handing it back::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Moves slightly closer::  CMO:  Karinn?
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<OPS_Ens_Kendle> ::glances at the yeoman as he enters the bridge curiously::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CPO_Asilon>  ::falls to the deck nervously, trying to gather his paperwork together::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> TSO: Tonight would not be a good night to piss me off, pal. I'm in a mood to break noses, and yours is too pretty for it.
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::peers around the Captain's seat, wondering what the hell is going on over there::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::Slowly blinks his eyes open again, his pupils alternately constricting and dilating a moment as his brain decides whether he wants to be awake or asleep::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::Very groggily::  CSO:  Oh, hey...when did you get here?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<TSO_CWO2_Saltaan> ::not really knowing when to shut up::  FP: Hey, what night _is_ a good night to piss you off? Is that the same night that you don't have a popsicle stick shoved up your rear?
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Secures her refill, and tries to make her way around the gathering crowd, and out of the lounge...but at this point, the crowd has basically cut off her exits. Yay. ::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<aTO_Ens_Mornal>  ::Growls a bit at the clatter, but turns around and goes over to help the yeoman with their things anyway::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TC_CPO_Buttler>::smiling at her 'friend':: COM: I think he's finally coming down off his high horse and letting us get some time off...but he is still being a pain in the butt.
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
CMO:  Depends on your definition of here.  You look like you need to rest.  I should go.  You have just been so... hard to reach that I was... concerned.
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::enters the turbolift:: TL: Sickbay
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<HLM_Ens_Lawrence>  ::turns as well, her hair waving around as she does so; uninterested in whatever happened, she turns back immediately without saying much of anything::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Mutters something beneath her breath in frustration::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::her voice is almost a growl as she steps to within inches from him:: TSO: I'm gonna give you 5 seconds to get back to minding your own. Then, I'm gonna take this glass, bust it over your head, and shove each and every single piece of it up yours. Clear enough?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO_Asilon>  ::gathers two of the PADDs, then looks at the TO and smiles awkwardly::  aTO: Oh thank you so much...I'm sorry to inconvenience you.
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
::Blinks slowly as a healthy alternative to nodding::  CSO:  ...It was nonstop, down there.
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<TSO_CWO2_Saltaan>  ::shakes his head::  FP: Oh, shut the hell up.
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<COM_PO2_Luo>::Spots the MO in the crowed and waves at her motioning her over::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
CMO:  I can only imagine.  :: Looks down at her fingers unconsciously smoothing the edge of the covering.::  Have you made a final decision about staying?
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<aTO_Ens_Mornal>  ::Mutters and mumbles something that could possibly be stretched to closely resemble or approximate a welcome, and moves back to his console, planting his palms on the edge and starting at it, disgruntled::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Notices she's being waved down, and...since her passage out of the lounge is mostly blocked anyway, begins to skirt the other direction along the bar, making her way to Luo's table::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<FP_FL_Tain>  ::enters the lounge as well, immediately stopping as a sea of people is already present::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TC_CPO_Buttler> ::looks to see who Luo is waving at than smiles at the lieutenant commander:: MO: Ma'am.  ::glances at Luo::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSGt_Oley>  ::notices Raeyld in the crowd, looking distressed in a way, although not really; he approaches her::  MO: Everything alright, ma'am?
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FO_Nelson> ::catches hold of Cerna's arm as she's just about ready to make very good on that threat:: Cerna/TSO: Hey now. Both of y'all just step back a ways, wouldja?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<FP_FL_Tain>  ::decides it might be worth the trouble and files into the lounge, disappearing into the crowd::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::arrives in sickbay and looks around somewhat lost.::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Pulls one of the few remaining empty chairs along with her, drawing it up pretty close beside Luo, as she's not in much of a mind to yell loud enough to be heard from across the table in the mess.....not that she ever yells::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<TSO_CWO2_Saltaan>  ::shakes his head again and turns back to the group he's with::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
CSO:  Up to my body more than me, at this point...and the Senate, too, but I feel they're coming around.  ::Yawns heavily::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks>  ::Finishes patching up the Flight personnel:: van Kampen: See? That wasn't so bad.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::rounds on Nelson, and the two of them get into an exchange that at more than a few points gives the appearance of coming to blows::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO_Asilon>  ::gathers his things again and starts making his way to Davis again; as he approaches the command seats, he fumbles the PADDs again, dropping them all over Davis::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: curiosity in her voice and uncertain about the reference to his body::  CMO:  Do you want to stay?
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Looks up to Oley, looking a bit lost and overwhelmed, but nods anyway:: Oley: Thank you, Sergeant. I think...  ::Her eyes wander to the group about to come to blows:: ...  ::Just shakes her head::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<Com_PO2_Luo> ::Smiles at both the MO and TC having a way of making her voice heard without yelling.:: MO: Transporter Chief Rachelle Buttler.  TC: Commander Serena Raelyd.
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
*Commander
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::Frowns as her attention is diverted, and he follows her glance across the room and sees the same thing, hesitating for a moment::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FO_Mitchel> ::stirs ever so slightly, not quite brave enough to move yet:: All: Has anyone seen my legs? I think I left them at the door...
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<aTO_Ens_Mornal>  ::Looks over again at the commotion, his eyes wide, and looking like a blood vessel in his forehead is about to burst -- but after seeing upon whom the PADDs were dumped, gets a nice fuzzy feeling, and starts to relax::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Flinches ever-so-slightly as she hears her name, but nods to Buttler semi-graciously given the commotion:: TC: Chief, a pleasure.
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO_Asilon>  XO: Oh, Commander...I'm so sorry!
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::indeed, very nearly clocks Nelson one upside the head, but appears to think better of it and storms away from him instead, back towards the bar::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::continues to stand near the door of sickbay he notices that his towel seems to be leaking::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  Mitchel:  Picked 'em up.  We're keeping them in cold storage for now.
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Bides his time straightening up the cart::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Notices someone else at the door::  van Kampen: Keep an eye on him? ::Nods toward Mitchel, and moves toward the entrance where Logan is idly wandering::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::looks down at the deck, now littered with PADDs, then back to Asilon, confused::  YEO: I would have just signed them, Chief...you don't have to throw 'em.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FO_Mitchel> WO: Oh. Okay. ::shifts just a bit on the biobed, then promptly loses it over the side:: Self: Oh shi...
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TC_CPO_Buttler> ::leans across the table:: MO: Rachel please, Commander, we are both off duty.
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
CSO:  On Lothian?  For a while, anyway...I like to think it'd be good for everyone involved, but others may disagree....
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Reaches Logan, tilting her head as she sees his arm::  Logan: What happened?
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: even quieter::  CMO:  I hear we will have new orders coming through in a week.
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO2_Asilon>  ::falls to the deck again, scooping the PADDs::  XO: Oh, I know Commander. Really.. ::exasperated:: ...I'm so sorry!
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Just smiles wanly in reply to Buttler, and glances back to Oley:: Oley: Will you be joining us, Sergeant?
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Calls out after Brooks::  Brooks:  Vomit!  I forgot to add "vomit" in with "shootings" and "beatings."
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<FP_FL_Tain>  ::finds his way out of the crowd, matching step with Cerna::  Cerna: You alright?
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Taps a dose of saline to Mitchel, then departs to get the gear to clean up the mess::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::turns again, constantly distracted by the large numbers and constant activity in the lounge::  MO: What?  Oh...::pauses, not sure what she asked::...sure!
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::smiles at Brooks a little stupidly and a little waxen from bloodloss:: aMO_Brooks: Your pre...::catches himself:: aMO_Brooks: Forgot that the safeties weren't on when I was training on the holosuite...got caught by a bat'leth in the arm.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::draws nearer the bar, not even bothering to look at Tain:: Tain: I'm going to kill him. I'm going to take his head off at the shoulders, and drop kick it across the flight deck. Then I'll break his legs. ::pauses, then offers a very slight smirk:: But yes, I'm fine.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> van Kampen: You'll hear of your improved status upon updated resubmitted information upon approval.  ::Looks back to Logan with a disarming smile:: Logan: Now then...let's get you to a biobed before you bleed on my carpet, hm?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<FP_FL_Tain>  ::smirks a little, this reaction not uncommon to Cerna::  Cerna: Uh...who?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO2_Asilon>  ::finally gathers the PADDs _again_ and hands the others to Davis::  XO: These were for Captain T'Shara, but she said you could review them.
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<COM_PO2_Luo> ::finds a chair from someone who really didn't need it and pulls it around for Oley::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Settles into her own chair as well:: Luo: Is this...usual this time of day?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::looks at the PADDs, wishing he could blink T'Shara out of existence; he stifles the urge::  YEO: Really? Well, swell.
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
CSO:  Seems to me we've not even finished a quarter of our patrol objectives, yet... ::His eyes fall shut again, but his breathing patterns seem to indicate he's still awake::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::smiles back to Asilon::  YEO: How nice of her.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::rounds on Tain with the fury of a small tornado:: Tain: Mitchel. And that damned fool Samules, but he had the half decent sense to run off. I'm gonna kill him twice.
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Simply looks sadly away::  CMO: Yea... we will be back to that. I will... miss you.  Hopefully you'll get a chance to say good-bye.  And on that note, I had best slip out before someone officially recognizes I am here and kicks me out.  Besides... you need to rest.  :: starts to leave:: If you ever just need to talk... well, you know how to reach me.
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::allows himself to be lead to a bio-bed::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<FP_FL_Tain>  ::caught off guard, he stops breathing for several seconds as he is bombarded by her bitching::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<OPS_Ens_Kendle> ::glances at the Yeoman and takes a deep breath::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO2_Asilon>  XO: Uhh....yessir. ::unsure of what to say to that::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::contemplates just pitching the glass at the nearest head, and decides instead to let the bartender refill it::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
CSO:  Stop by, when you're in the area...  ::Merely starts to drift off again, too tired to catch on to any subtleties -- or any overtly obvious things, for that matter::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
YEO: I'll handle it, Chief. Carry on.
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks>  ::Pats the biobed upon which Logan should sit, and flips open her tricorder to assess the damage::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO2_Asilon>  XO: Carry on, ayesir. ::takes two steps backwards, hesitating::  Yes sir.  ::takes another two steps back, then turns and heads towards the Turbolift, but not before running into Ops without seeing where he's going::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::somehow manages to get onto the biobed without the use of either arm::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Finishes cleaning up the fresh sickbay slick, and wheels the equipment back toward the back::  Brooks:  Glad to hear it.
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Quietly::  CMO:  Perhaps... :: Lightly she brushes his cheek and as slowly as she entered, she quickly exits.::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::Finishes the bloodwine, looks at Matthews, then breaks the bottle on his own head this time::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<FP_FL_Tain>  ::looks at the bartender, and points to Cerna's glass::  Bartender: I"ll have what she's having.  ::smiles slightly::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Tilts her head:: Luo: Has anything...improved lately?
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<OPS_Ens_Kendle> Yeo: Settle down.  ::steps out of Asilon's way::
CSO_Lt_Senn says:
:: Outside the door she takes a deep breath, barely noting the commotion as other then a way to keep from being asked any questions.  After a moment she exits medical and heads back to her office.::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO2_Asilon> ::stumbles off the chair, barreling right into Kendle and grabbing on to him to keep his balance::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<COM_PO2_Luo> ::Smiles slightly:: MO: Well...somewhat ma'am... but he is still...keeping us busy.
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::watches all of this, glad to have a little comic relief as always provided by the ship's yeoman::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FL_Cerna> ::can't even see her table, nevermind if anyone's sitting at it, and decides screw it, pulling up a seat at the bar instead:: Self: Bloody idiots think they wrote the damn pilots' handbook. How'd the academy kick them out?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::after a struggle to find a chair, he finally slides one up to the table next to Raeyld and sits down::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Smiles empathetically, but shrugs:: Luo: Perhaps at least better than being actively shot at?
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<OPS_Ens_Kendle> ::Frowns and grabs the yeoman by the shoulders pointing him at the turbolift before giving him a gentle shove::
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<YEO_CWO2_Asilon>  ::smiles sheepishly, but continues in the direction he was shoved before slamming into the bulkhead, rolling off into the Turbolift, and nearly falling into the deck as the doors closed::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TC_CPO_Buttler> MO: Any number of things are better than that. ::Smiles slightly::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Examines Logan's arm, then removes the appropriate muscular regenerator to begin repairing the damage:: Logan: I'm sure you'll be more careful in the future to check the safeties before initializing the program?  ::Smiles::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
::Remembers the awful slaughter and carnage on the planet's surface...and nods:: Buttler: He probably thinks so also.
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FT_PO2_O'Reily> ::in his hurry to get away from much of the crowd, he pretty much slams into something deathly huge, thus landing flat on his rear:: MOPS: Um. Uh. Sorry...
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Appraisingly watches Brooks and Logan from Mitchel's bedside::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan> ::can tell that Brooks is saying something due to the very interesting way her mouth is moving, but he isn't completely sure what is being said:: aMO_Brooks: Um hun?
Host XO_Cmdr_Davis says:
<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>  ::reaches down and grabs O'Reily by the waist of his uniform, pulling him straight off the deck::
MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld says:
<aMO_Lt_Brooks> ::Reaches up and slaps Logan's cheek once, just enough to sting a few minutes::
CAG_FO_Williams says:
<FP_FO_Mitchel> ::slowly, his eyes begin to drift open after a moment, but he doesn't immediately see anyone nearby::
CMO_LtCmdr_Welland says:
<WO_van Kampen>  ::Smiles broadly and gets back to work::
OPS_Ens_Fong says:
<TO_Ens_Logan>:: Blinks hard and looks at Brooks:: aMO: Oh yes ma'am
Host SMDrew says:
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