Host Chris says:
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CMO_Fielding says:
::eagerly inspects *her* Sickbay!::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::in his quarters, getting ready for his duty shift::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::hugs Torgh from behind::

Host Captain_Grift says:
::Enters the bridge and frowns at the color of the new carpet::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::smiles, turns around and kisses Tas::

OPS_Webster says:
ALL: Captain on the bridge.

TO_Grayson says:
::is at his station on the bridge, as usual, keeping the current bridge crew entertained with another rendition of tapping the buttons on his console::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
XO:  Heya Handsome.

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: At ease.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CSO:  Good morning my Angel.

OPS_Webster says:
CO: Aye, sir. ::grins and turns back to her console::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
XO:  Aren't you ready yet??  You take longer than me sometimes!

TO_Grayson says:
::stops tapping when the CO arrives::  CO: Uh...good day, sir.  I was just uh...

TO_Grayson says:
::looks at his console, trying to think of something::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CSO:  No, I just allow myself more sleep time.  ::grins::

OPS_Webster says:
::remembers April has been reassigned to sickbay, strange idea that, and slaves flight control to her station::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::Rolls her eyes and goes to the door, tapping her foot::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
::enters bridge with fluffy Riverwind in tow::

Host Captain_Grift says:
TO: It should be darker really... err, the carpet that is.

Host Captain_Grift says:
Amb: Good Morning John.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::Root Beer makes her way over to Torgh with a ball in her mouth::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: Good Morning Doug. ::smiles:: nice to Sea you

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
Root Beer:  Not right now, sweetie.  I promise I'll play with you after this mission.  ::pats her on the head::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::affixes two pips onto his collar and looks around for the third one::

TO_Grayson says:
::suppresses a groan at the Ambassador's...wittiness::

Host Captain_Grift says:
::looks down:: Amb: This carpet is really quite dreadful...

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::winks down at the dog then goes to the replicator::  Computer:  One bowl of dog snacks.  ::pus the bowl on the ground and Root Beer eats::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CSO:  Angel, have you seen my other pip?

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: ETA to Starbase 345?

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
XO:  Pip??  Oh!  ::takes one off of her uniform and hands it over::  Nope, haven't seen it.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: We could arrange for the carpet to experience "battle damage" ::River pops his claws::

OPS_Webster says:
CO: 20 minutes, sir.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CSO:  Mm hmm...  trying to promote yourself, I see...  ::chuckles::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::takes the pip and places it on his collar::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
XO:  I really have no idea what you're talking about.  Now if you don't hurry, we'll be really late!

Host Captain_Grift says:
AMB: Hmm... I'll keep that in mind.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::kisses her one more time, then follows her out of their quarters::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::leads the way to a TL::  TL:  Bridge.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::enters a TL::

AEO_Rien says:
::puttering in engineering checking over the impulse control panel::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
::grins, looks around:: CO: Nothing like recycled, replicated air, ah the smell of a starship's stale air, great for the blood

Host Captain_Grift says:
::looks towards his shiny, new command chair:: Amb: And that chair is too... stiff. I want my old one back. ::frowns::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::exits the TL onto the bridge and nearly stumbles at the sight of the new carpet::

TO_Grayson says:
CO: Did you forward my request for a chair for the tactical station, sir?

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
CO:  What IS that??  ::points at the floor::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CSO:  My God!  What were they thinking with this color??

OPS_Webster says:
::hums a little as she gets her console all organized::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: I put my command chair in my study <G>

OPS_Webster says:
::hears the exclamations about the carpet, but doesn't understand what all the fuss is about::

Host Captain_Grift says:
AMB: Indeed... I'm glad to be back aboard but... the Fleet's interior decorating crew needs an overhaul.

Host Captain_Grift says:
::looks up:: XO, CSO: I was thinking the same thing.

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::taps the carpet with her foot, making sure it's not just a bunch of tribbles then goes to her console::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CO:  It has to go, sir.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: At least we didn’t get a computer with a personality

TO_Grayson says:
::takes that as a no and goes back to tapping buttons::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::hops into the XO's chair::

AEO_Rien says:
::the control checks out so she moves to the warp control panel and begins a level 3 diagnostic::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::starts to look up the info the cap'n wanted::

OPS_Webster says:
::thinks burgundy is a very nice color for carpeting::

CMO_Fielding says:
::drafts a Note to all her Buds on the Don Johnson, then looks around *her*... ahem, THE Sickbay once more::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::looks at the chair and notices that ITS ugly, too::  River:  You can have the chair, my friend.

Host Captain_Grift says:
::avoids the stiff uncomfortable chair and walks over to the FCO's console::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::grins and hops out::

OPS_Webster says:
::removes her feet from the FCO's chair::

Host Captain_Grift says:
::points:: Amb: Now that looks like a comfortable chair.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
River:  No, really... take it.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::gimme munchie::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::throws River a chocolate mint flavored munchie.::

Host Captain_Grift says:
::plops down into the FCO's chair:: Indeed, quite comfortable.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: Lets stop at Orion and get luxury chairs

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::frowns 'cause she doesn't get any mint flavored munchies...::

TO_Grayson says:
CO: If you want that chair...can I have yours?  ::grins::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::throws a mint flavored munchie in Tas's direction::

Host Captain_Grift says:
Amb: Maybe Starbase 345 has some surplus chairs....

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> RUFF

OPS_Webster says:
CO: Sir, would you like to try my chair, too?  ::stands for the captain::

CMO_Fielding says:
::finds a PADD with a map on it, and Sneaks out of Sickbay and into a turbolift... bwahahahaha...::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::catches it midair and wolfs it down::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: Sneak into the SB's Admiral's Office and take his chair,,,

OPS_Webster says:
::sends a note along to the new FCO::

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: No, no that's quite alright. ::stands:: I'll just sit in the stiff chair. ::pouts::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::wonders what's gotten into his wife that would make her want a dog treat...::

CMO_Fielding says:
::wanders onto... the... the...::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::pokes the CSO::

CMO_Fielding says:
::...the BRIDGE!!!::

OPS_Webster says:
CO: Sir, I don't mind at all...::grins:: it's better than a pouting CO.

CMO_Fielding says:
To no one in particular: Hey, gee, this place looks awfully familiar...

Host Captain_Grift says:
::mopes over and slumps down into his new command chair::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
Self:  Eh??  ::looks down and sees River... digs in her pocked and takes out a treat for him, gives it over::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
*CMO*: Sanders to Fielding.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::munch:: <G>

OPS_Webster says:
::watches the XO com April, who is standing close to him...this is going to be an interesting day::

CMO_Fielding says:
*XO*: Yes, sir?

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
*CMO*:  April, this new position of yours isn't going to work out.

CMO_Fielding says:
*XO*: WHY NOT??? Sir!

Host Captain_Grift says:
::looks up from the dreadful carpet:: TO: Were you saying something?

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
*CMO*:  Because I miss you and your pretzels here on the bridge!

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::gets up on his hind legs and starts dancing around::

CMO_Fielding says:
*XO*: Well, in that case, it's probably a good thing I'm right behind you, Sir!

CMO_Fielding says:
::a bag of pretzel appears mysteriously in front of Torgh's face::

TO_Grayson says:
CO: Hmm?  Oh...nothing important, sir.  Just complaining about the lack of comfort at tactical, like always.  ::grins and goes back to work::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::turns around::  *CMO*:  Ack!  Sanders out!

OPS_Webster says:
::notices a fluctuation in the power grid:: AEO_Rien: Engineering, I'm reading a power fluctuation up here. Can you confirm?

Host Captain_Grift says:
TO: You know... you should get yourself a chair.

CMO_Fielding says:
::taps on her comm. badge:: Hello?  HELLO?  Oh, shoot, he hung up on me!!!

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
::puts his hands on River's shoulders and does the soul train::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::grabs a pretzel and devours it::

AEO_Rien says:
::finishes the diagnostic on the warp systems and watches the rest of the engineering staff for a few moments before heading to the CEO's office to drop off her report::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CMO:  I thought your comm. voice sounded awfully clear.  ::grins::

TO_Grayson says:
CO: So I guess you didn't get my request for a chair, then.

AEO_Rien says:
*OPS* Let me check that out. I'll get back to you.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River and Amb> ::doing the electric slide::

OPS_Webster says:
AEO_Rien: Acknowledged.  Thank you.

Host Captain_Grift says:
TO: No.. That would go through OPS first, I believe.

CMO_Fielding says:
*XO* I thought... XO: Er, I thought yours did, too.  ::grins::

OPS_Webster says:
::Please add ** around my comms to Rien::

OPS_Webster says:
::hears her name and turns around:: CO/TO: I didn't receive any requisitions for new chairs.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::disco dog::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CMO:  I hope no one else noticed our little communiqué... ::looks around suspiciously, but grinning at the same time::

TO_Grayson says:
CO/OPS: That's it, I'll just replicate one of those fold-out chairs if I have to.

CMO_Fielding says:
::looks around, looking a lot like James Bond might have looked like on a train, except she probably Didn't, because she never saw James Bond in her life before, and probably wouldn't have even LIKED James Bond if she ever did see him, which she didn't, so... uh, never mind::

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: Well.. you may get one from me. ::shifts uncomfortably in his chair::

OPS_Webster says:
::nods:: TO: that would probably be more comfortable than anything I can get right now.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River and Amb> ::doing the electric slide near the Turbo Lift::

OPS_Webster says:
CO: Sir?

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::'accidentally' pushes River and John into the TL::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CO:  Sir, I think that John and River are sick...  look...

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: What about a couch? Would that be out of the question?

OPS_Webster says:
CO: That's no problem, sir.  I can get a new couch for your ready room almost any time.

Host Captain_Grift says:
Amb: A command couch would be an interesting decorating choice.

AEO_Rien says:
::looks at the readings on the power grid and spots the problem:: *OPS* Rien here. I've located the problem Lt. Try adjusting the secondary power relay to the impulse drive. That should take care of the power fluctuation.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CMO:  You might want to run some tests on those two...

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River and Amb> ::standing looking innocent::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: Personally I think we need Orion Yeowomen

Host Captain_Grift says:
::dancing dogs hardly even make Grift take a second look on *this* ship::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
CO:  I have dug up some information on these ambassadors, sir.

Host Captain_Grift says:
Amb: Indeed.... and a couch.

Host Captain_Grift says:
CSO: Go ahead Lt.

CMO_Fielding says:
::waves a medical tricorder around Importantly::

OPS_Webster says:
::hears Rien and makes some adjustments.  The fluctuations stop almost immediately:: *AEO_Rien*: That was it. Thanks for the help.

CMO_Fielding says:
XO: I think they look pretty healthy to me, sir.  Oh, except that River had some chocolate.  BAD doggie!  Doggies aren't supposed to eat chocolates!

AEO_Rien says:
*OPS* Just a little bug. Let me know if it returns.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River and Amb> ::entertaining the bridge crew::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
CO:  They're.. how to put this lightly....  They like to 'debate'.. a bit.. uh.. eccentric if you like.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CMO:  It's just chocolate flavor..  it's okay.

OPS_Webster says:
*AEO_Rien*: Will do.

Host Captain_Grift says:
CSO: How so?

CMO_Fielding says:
XO: You're sure?  I mean, he's suuuuch a cuuuuute Doggie-Woggie, I don't want him to get sick or anything, you know?

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
CO:  Well, they each have their own ideas and the 'debate' over these ideas... a lot.  They may get out of hand, I guess I'm saying.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CMO:  I'm positive.  I wouldn't feed him anything that would hurt him.

CMO_Fielding says:
XO: Oh, YOU fed him.  He'll be all right, then.  ::grins::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::laughs::

Host Captain_Grift says:
CSO: So... they should be separated?

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::Puppy dog eyes at the CMO and points his paw at the XO:: "Yeah his fault"

OPS_Webster says:
::listens to the info about the ambassadors, very interesting::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
CO:  Yes!!  Definitely!  And given separate quarters, too.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::looks at River in shock::  River:  Heeey, I thought we were friends!

Host Captain_Grift says:
::looks towards OPS:: OPS: Make sure you assign them separate quarters... on different decks if possible.

CMO_Fielding says:
::looks around with a "I'm a Doctor with No Brain!  How Odd is That?!" look on her face::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River>XO: Sure put the blame on me ::sticks out his long pink tongue at the XO::

OPS_Webster says:
::had already planned on giving the ambassadors separate quarters, but decides to distance them even more::

AEO_Rien says:
::finally gets her report to the CEO's office, but he seems to be missing:: Self: Probably off looking for trouble somewhere. ::turns and walks back to the control panels near the impulse systems::

Host Captain_Grift says:
CSO: Will they require any special care while onboard?

OPS_Webster says:
CO: Aye, sir.  Already done.

CMO_Fielding says:
::seeing that no one is keeling over, nods to herself in an "I'm writing stuff down in my mental patient charts" manner and hops into the turbolift:: To no one in particular: Toodles!!!

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: Good work.

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
CO:  Well, this is entirely diplomatic, so nice quarters, light security, not sequestered.

Host Captain_Grift says:
TO: Make sure they have separate security details as well.

OPS_Webster says:
CO: Our new ETA is 10 minutes, sir.

AEO_Rien says:
::looks over a report on the needs of the Ambassadors:: Self: They have to be kidding!

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
CO:  I'll program some stuff into the replicators for them, sir.

Host Captain_Grift says:
CSO: Very good.

CMO_Fielding says:
::trots into Sickbay by sheer luck; she wouldn't have been able to Find it otherwise!::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
CO:  Thanks!  Oh, you meant.. ..  ::shuts up..::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
Aloud: Gosh all this preparation for Ambassadors...I feel so ....under appreciated

CMO_Fielding says:
::prepares some items she wants to send to the Xenobio Conference::

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
CO:  I hear that they like pretzels... but the salt has to be picked off by hand.

Host Captain_Grift says:
Amb: You can take them both to dinner and compare notes. ::grins::

TO_Grayson says:
CO: Yes sir

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: Did I mention I had some vacation time coming?

CMO_Fielding says:
::defrags the Sickbay computers::

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::no way she's going to pick off salt....::

OPS_Webster says:
::does a small detour around a piece of space debris::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> :;pushes a few buttons and puts Solitaire on the OPS' computer::

CMO_Fielding says:
::the defrag process ends all too soon.  Tries to run scandisk, but finds out it'd been obsolete since Windows 2300::

OPS_Webster says:
::eyes widen as she sees Solitaire pop up onto her console...cool.  Looks around to see who may have done it::

Host Captain_Grift says:
Amb: Didn't you hear? If you don't take your leave time before the end of the year you lose it. New regulation, you know.

CMO_Fielding says:
::sighs and looks around.  One thing the helm had that her current office doesn't have: A WINDOW!!!::

AEO_Rien says:
::sighs and begins to calculate the power needed for the VIP quarters to accommodate their "guests"::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: Big Grin....Diplomatic Immunity....

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::grins as she remembers she just got a new ensign.... perhaps HE should pick off all the salt!!::  Self:  Mwahahaha.

Host Captain_Grift says:
::grins::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: I'm special...at least Mom always told me so...

OPS_Webster says:
::talks to her self 'red six on the black 7...ace of spades to the top...::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
<River> ::programs a Pac-Man to run around the OPS' machine eating cards::

Host Captain_Grift says:
Amb: ::Glance at the Ambassador... his silence speaking volumes::

CMO_Fielding says:
::prepares for Emergency Protocols, just in case something gets Messy.  Ain't no one gonna Die on her without HER Express Permission!!!::

CMO_Fielding says:
::...or even get Injured, for that matter.  HA!!!::

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
CO: You have to be partly crazy to command a starship::

OPS_Webster says:
::frowns as her cards start to get eaten and then frowns more as her comm. signal beep...how could someone interrupt her game?::

Host Captain_Grift says:
Amb: You'll get no argument from me on that one.

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::rolls her eyes as she thinks just how crazy Torgh really is::

OPS_Webster says:
CO: Sir, I'm getting a comm. from the SB...we are ready for docking maneuvers...on your order, sir.

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: Have at them!

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: ... And begin the docking procedure.

OPS_Webster says:
CO: Aye, sir.  But I must warn you, this will be my first docking of anything larger than a shuttle.  ::grins as she begins the procedure::

CMO_Fielding says:
::a Note from Pretzel appears on OPS's console: "Is it true that you are our boss now, sir?  If so, Yaaaaaaaay!!!!!  ...and please save me my pretzels, sir!"::

Host Captain_Grift says:
OPS: Don't worry... we could use new carpeting anyway.

OPS_Webster says:
::swings the DJ a little to far to the left, so compensates...giggles as he hears the CO::

OPS_Webster says:
<the first to should really be too...my fingers are not working>

AEO_Rien says:
*OPS* Lt., Rien here again. I have orders to increase the power allotment by 50% to the VIP quarters. Any idea why?

OPS_Webster says:
<and since I'm a she, that would be 'as She hears the CO::'>

CSO_Jala-Sanders says:
::leans on her console, waiting....::

OPS_Webster says:
::finishes docking:: CO: All boards are green, sir.  We've docked.

Ambassador_John_Sea says:
::tosses a ball and watches Riverwind chase it into the command well and fetch::

OPS_Webster says:
*AEO_Rien*: 50% more power?  I haven't been told anything about it.  Let me investigate and I'll get back to you.

CMO_Fielding says:
::doesn't realize they're docked because it was so much smoother than any docking SHE had ever done...::

Host Captain_Grift says:
XO: Please greet our guests at the airlock.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
::heads for the docking bay::

AEO_Rien says:
*OPS*: Aye Lt.

XO_Torgh_Sanders says:
Computer:  Transporter Room 2.

TO_Grayson says:
::finishes sending out new orders to the security teams and goes back to making cool noises with his console buttons, entertaining anyone who can hear 'em::

Host Chris says:
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