Mission Summary 11011.04

With the funeral for Commander MacLeod complete, many members of the crew have either retired to quarters or off in small groups for a short down time, while others have made their way to the Officer's lounge

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EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::collects his thoughts and sits down with a cup of syntha-scotch::

FCO_Ens_Quinn ::walks into the officer's lounge, and moves over to the bar::  Barkeep:  Ahhh I believe scotch is the appropriate drink.

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::looks over glassy eyed at the Ensign:: FCO: Do you know ::pauses:: how to drink that... Mr. ::pause:: Quinn?

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: In her quarters, in the kitchen with her son, working on dinner.::

Barkeep   ::Nods and programs the replicator::

FCO_Ens_Quinn :looks at the EO::  EO: Please, I've drunk worse things than scotch.

Barkeep  ::hands the Ensign his drink::

FCO_Ens_Quinn ::drink in hand, walks over to the EO::  EO:  May I.  ::motions to the chair opposite the EO::

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::looks the FCO up and down:: FCO: What do you know about ... ::looks over to his other side:: You heard what I said.  ::turns back toward the FCO:: FCO: Have at it, ain't noone comin' tonight!

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::takes another swig of his drink::

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: As her son works on creating the new dish, she listens to his chatter about his day.  She also frowned a bit at some of the ingredients going into the dish.::  Sha:  Maybe we should invite someone to test that on.

FCO_Ens_Quinn ::sits down::  EO:  How much of that stuff have you had?

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: Lifts a brow at her son’s frown, but she was actually being serious.::

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::finishes the glass and chucks it at the wall behind the bartender:: Barkeep: Not enough!  Bring another one! ::turns back to the FCO::  FCO: He keeps saying it's synthale... ::burps and looks over his shoulder:: I don''t he gets it. ::turns back to the FCO:: FCO: What's that?

FCO_Ens_Quinn EO:  I said, how much have you had?

CTO_Cmdr_Fowler ::Stops at her small office, joins the rest of her team in a drink in MacLeod's memory::

EO_LtJG_Garlingus FCO: Not enough! ::sulks and takes the next drink:: FCO: You know who we buried today?

FCO_Ens_Quinn EO: Technically we buried no one, we shot him out into space....  But yeah, I know.  I know you were close.

EO_LtJG_Garlingus FCO: The man was a hero. ::straightens up:: FCO: Now, about the handling of that there warp core.  How much experience do you have behind the helm of New Orleans class frigate?

FCO_Ens_Quinn EO:  You got nothing to worry about, so relax, have another drink.

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::summons the barkeep and orders a padd:: FCO: It's... ::takes a drink:: FCO: you might be worth your salt after all.  Where were you stationed before here, Mr. Quinn?

FCO_Ens_Quinn EO:  Ahhh Starfleet Academy.

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::raises an eyebrow and looks over his shoulder again:: You see? I told you I felt a damp breeze.  ::turns back to the FCO:: 

FCO: You're so wet behind the ears, the starch on your collar has eroded away, and now it's just a flap.  ::raises his glass:: FCO: But so was I at some point, and so was Seamus MacLeod, the best damned Engineer this ship will see.
FCO_Ens_Quinn EO:  Hey, there is a rumor going around that the CEO had a supply of real honest to god scotch, in his quarters.  Is that so?

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: Deciding the meal was turning her stomach in a not good manner, she leaves the kitchen area to her son and heads back into the living area to her desk where she begins to pack the items she wants to take to her new office.::

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::raises an eyebrow:: FCO: You know, I wouldn't put it past him.  ::gets up from his chair:: FCO: Are we going or what?

FCO_Ens_Quinn EO:  What...  You serious?

EO_LtJG_Garlingus FCO: Commme onnn... ::stumbles toward the door of the officer's lounge:: FCO: It was YOUR idea..

FCO_Ens_Quinn ::gets up and follows after the EO::  EO:  But aren't his quarters sealed?

EO_LtJG_Garlingus FCO: You know you're talking to the Acting Chief Engineer right? I mean ::hangs onto to the wall for balance walking through the passageways towards the turbolift:: FCO: I detect a theta radiation source in there!

FCO_Ens_Quinn EO:  You know, maybe you should think about this.  Look what state the synthetics have left you in.

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::gets into the turbolift:: TL: Quarter deck! ::chuckles:: TL: Take me to the Chief Engineer's Quarters... Er, former.. Er uh, Seamus MacLeod's former quarters.

FCO_Ens_Quinn EO:  Follows the EO

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: It does not take her long to finish the packing.  She then sets up a code for her son so he can use the computer.::

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::steps off on the deck that the turbolift took them and starts feeling along the wall toward the quarters he thinks is the old Chief's:: FCO: You think he'll answer? ::chuckles and hits the chime on the CSO's quarters::

FCO_Ens_Quinn EO:  You know, maybe this isn't such a good idea.  How about I take you to your quarters?

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: Turns to look at the door and frowns.  The smell of liquor comes to her.  Motioning her son to continue his 'project', she goes to the door and opens it.::

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::spins around and looks the FCO square in the eye:: FCO: Don't you be. ::spins around as the door whizzes open:: CSO: Chief! you're alive!

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::falls flat on his back::

CTO_Cmdr_Fowler ::A soft beep sounds from one of the consoles outside of her office::

FCO_Ens_Quinn ::watches the EO fall, then offers a hand to pull him back up::

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: lifts a brow and looks down at the engineer.  Then with a questioning look, lifts a brow at Quinn::

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::groans and opens his eyes seeing the hand and taking it:: CSO: You're not Seamus... are you?

FCO_Ens_Quinn CSO:  Sorry about this, commander.  ::pulls the EO up::

CTO_Cmdr_Fowler ::Norris catches Fowlers eye and tosses her a padd, she reads it and heads out::

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: Both brows lift high::  EO:  No, chief.  I do not believe that is possible.

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh FCO:  You... required something of me?

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::gets up with the FCO's assistance and puts his arm around his neck:: CSO: And this isn't your quarters, is it Seamus?  ::points down the hall:: FCO: I think it's that way!

FCO_Ens_Quinn CSO:  Ahh, no, ma'am or sir.  We just got a little turned around is all.  I'm going to try and get this lug back to his quarters.

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh FCO:  Would you like some assistance?

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::points and wobbles his finger at the FCO:: FCO: We need to get to ... ::drops his head and starts snoring::

FCO_Ens_Quinn ::catches site of the CSO's son::  CSO:  No, you're busy.  I can handle this one.  Again, I apologize.

FCO_Ens_Quinn ::struggles a little to gain control of the EO's body.::

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh FCO:  No problem at all.  My son is involved in trying out a new recipe.

CTO_Cmdr_Fowler ::Comes up to the door, sees Sven standing there, and taps the door chime to MacLeod's quarters::

FCO_Ens_Quinn CSO:  Ahhh, aspiring chef? 

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh FCO:  He is very talented... though I question the recipe he was given.

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: steps back inside and informs Sha she will be back later::

FCO_Ens_Quinn CSO:  Really.  I used to do a little cooking, at home, on Luna.  Its a lost art, but the ride counts for a lot.

EO_LtJG_Garlingus ::raises his head and looks about:: What? No way dude... ::drops his head and snores again::

FCO_Ens_Quinn ::starts to move the EO towards the turbo-lift::

CSO_Cmd_So`tsoh :: Slips an arm around Garlingus::  FCO:  I take it he drank too much.  :: a touch of sympathy enters her eyes.::  This cannot be easy for him.

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