Host Eric_W says:
USS Apache - 10512.17 - Shore Leave

Host Eric_W says:
The crew are enjoying some downtime by themselves.... some in San Francisco, some on the Apache...

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CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Sleeping peacefully in his room::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::washes the last of the shampoo out of his hair::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::awake, but laying down still, kind of staring at the ceiling::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::just getting out of bed in her room::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::putting on her makeup at the vanity::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The OPS is busy at work... for some insane reason... on the Apache.... while the others are waking up, this wonderful morning in San Francisco.... the CNS and SO have spent the night together.... the SO's clothing in a heap.... the CNS' clothing in another heap... and, unbeknownst to her.... her communicator buried within...

SO_LtJG_York says:
::shuts the shower off and steps out, and dries himself off:

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::walks into the bathroom and takes a shower and dresses for shore leave::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@::dozing in his chair behind the desk in his office on the Apache::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: Outside, the scene is rather festive.... holiday displays on virtually every corner as the city readies for the holiday season...

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: Suddenly, the CMO is awoken by an intense banging on his door...

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::sits up and makes his way towards the window, gazing out at the scene::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::finishes drying off, and puts on a robe then walks out to see Ryn sitting by a mirror::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::takes her hair down from the twisted up towel on top of her head and starts brushing::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: Suddenly, the CNS' communicator activates.... "Apache to Counselor Solaa."

SO_LtJG_York says:
::leans against the doorframe, watching her::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::comes out of her hotel room and goes down to the restaurant to get some food::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::his eyes go wide as he hears the call::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::turns on the blow dryer::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Stands up to answer the door::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::leans against the wall next to the window, still trying to decide what to do with himself since he can't fall back asleep::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The CMO's door opens, and the hotel concierge appears, a rather stern look on his face...

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: Are you going to answer that, love ?

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Concierge: What?

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The TO is stopped by a group of Bolians, dressed in robes...

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
<OPS_Vial> ::enters the Lieutenant's office, seeing that he is asleep, and starts to head back out::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::turns to the SO:: SO: What? ::said loudly over the sound of the blow dryer::

Host Eric_W says:
<Concierge> ::he slaps a large padd in front of the CMO:: CMO: Sir, we've received a number of noise complaints from your neighbours last night.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::tries to get around the Bolians:: Bolians:: Excuse me.

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The communicator is insistent... "USS Apache to Counselor Solaa, come in, Counselor!"

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: I said are you going to answer your communicator? ::grins nervously::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::walks towards the bathroom and heads into the shower to get cleaned up::

Host Eric_W says:
<Bolians> TO: Did you know that this hotel serves Rigellian truffles? 

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Concierge: Then tell them to quiet down!

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::stops the blow dryer:: SO: Oh, someone called? Um, it’s in my... ::looks around::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::sensing some sort of con:: Bolians: And what, pray tell, are Rigellian Truffles?

SO_LtJG_York says:
::walks over to his uniform and starts dressing::

Host Eric_W says:
<Concierge> CMO: No, sir, the complaints were directed to you. According to them, they heard.... lots of shuffling of furniture, and, what one patron referred to as... "lots of agreeing".

Host Eric_W says:
<Bolians> TO: They are sentient fungi straight from Rigel, but this hotel is murdering them horrendously so that people like YOU can satisfy your culinary tastes.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::shrugs:: SO: Oh, well... I'll find it eventually... ::goes back to drying her hair::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Concierge: Well then, most of us were in agreement, what more could you asked for?

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::turns his back to the water and lets it hit his back for a minute, closing his eyes and trying to remember if there was anything he had to do specifically today::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
Bolians: Sounds yummy.  Well, I must be on my way down to the restaurant.  Maybe I'll try them ::tries to get around the Bolians again::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::smiles at Ryn as he puts his uniform jacket on....he can't take his eyes off her reflection in the mirror::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::is jolted awake by the opening of the door, and sees Vial leaving:: Chief: Vial!

Host Eric_W says:
<Concierge> CMO: I'm afraid that is not good enough, sir. I would kindly remind you that you are not the only patron in this hotel... and many of our patrons report having been kept awake all evening. 

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The Bolians step in front of the TO.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::leans forward and grabs his coffee mug, taking a sip, finding it cold, and spits it back into the cup.::

Host Eric_W says:
<Bolians> TO: No, miss, how would you feel if we served you in the restaurant?

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::turns the shower off and steps out, reaching for a towel and drying himself off::

Host Eric_W says:
<Bolians> TO: In a tasty Hollandaise sauce no less?

SO_LtJG_York says:
::sits down on the bed:: CNS: Ryn...?

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: Suddenly, the CIV's monitor turns on...

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::finally finishes and turns to him:: SO: Yes?

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::stands up straighter:: Bolians: I'd say it's a waste of a good Hollandaise sauce.  ::pushes past them:: Now if you will excuse me?

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: I think it's time for me to face my consequences..

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::frowns for a second once he hears a sound outside the bathroom; he pokes his head out the door and sees the television::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Consequen-- oh.

Host Eric_W says:
<Bolians> TO: Hear them screaming! ::they turn away, and rush towards another couple coming up...::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Concierge: Well then I hope they enjoyed themselves. Here maybe this well help. ::Slips the Concierge some latinum::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Vial: Chief!

SO_LtJG_York says:
::nods to her:: CNS: Yeah..

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Oh, don't worry about it. Just say you were drunk. I'll voice for you.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::shakes them off:: Self: Sometimes I wonder if Bolians have little else to do but harass tourists. ::walks into the restaurant::

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: Ryn...I punched him, and he knows I wasn't drunk by then.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@<Vial> ::comes back into the office, seeing the lieutenant with half closed eyes and coffee dribbling down his chin:: OPS: Er... Yes?  Sir?

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::finishes drying himself off then heads back into his room, finding some clothes he left in the dresser and putting them on; as he reaches into the dresser he turns off the tv, not really paying any attention to it::

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::back on the ship after her episode with the authorities on Earth, Solita has changed back into her normal Starfleet uniform. Having taken some time to think about things, however, she does bother to leave a Romulan pin just underneath her commbadge pin.::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Just act like nothing happened... ::goes to pick up her clothes and drops her robe to dress::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::sits down at a table away from everyone::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Tom's probably so drunk by now that he's still in bed. I did see him in that bar...

SO_LtJG_York says:
::looks down and wonders if she means the punching or their night together..:: CNS: Yeah.

Host Eric_W says:
<Concierge> ::He looks at his palm, and coughs...::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: So don't bring up the punch. ::smiles::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::smiles at her::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::walks over to Ryn::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: Suddenly, loud music and an advertisement of some sort comes up on the CIV's monitor...

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The waiter approaches the TO...

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::turns the monitor off again::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Deposits more latinum:: Concierge: There you are, now have a nice day. ::Closes the door::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::walks over to where he can throw his towel into the bathroom, then does so::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::looks up as the waiter approaches::

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: I might not have another chance to do this for some time..::leans down and kisses her gently on the lips for a brief moment, then stands up again::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: A sultry voice.... and a clothed Ferengi female on the screen... "If you want.. illicit entertainment... come to Krax's Sex-travaganza.... Downtown San Francisco, next to the Vulcan consulate..."

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Oh, don't talk like that! ::laughs:: Really, you didn't mortally wound him... he's got a strong jaw, anyways::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Vial: I'll be back in a moment.  You have Ops.  ::begins to head out the door::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::smiles at her and brushes a strand of hair from her eyes:: CNS: Yeah.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: You can't get vaporized for defending a woman's honor.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::makes sure he hasn't done anything to heinous to himself while dressing, and once he is assured he hasn't he exits the room and heads downstairs to the restaurant::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: They have video of what you both said... so I mean, he started it.

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: He did...

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: But really, take a chill pill. No worries. ::grins::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Makes his way to his shower::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@<Vial> OPS: Ah, actually, sir... uhm... ::points to the lieutenant standing out in the main part of the Operations Center with a PADD, looking important and giving out orders::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::raises and eyebrow:: CNS: Chill pill? ::grins at her::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
Waiter: I'll have a cup of coffee and your special of the day.

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: Klingon holiday music starts playing outside of the hotel..... 

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::walks into the hotel's restaurant and looks around for any crew members::

Host Eric_W says:
<Waiter> TO: Rigellian truffles, and lots of it!

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::finishes dressing and takes her comm out of her purse::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::watches her silently, unsure what to do next::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
Waiter: Okay, sounds interesting.  I'm game.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: I hope its not too cold... I'm still wearing this dress... and it's horribly wrinkled... ::looks down and frowns::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::sees the ensign who showed him around a little before they came across York and Solita; he walks over in her direction::

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: Hey...that's not my fault...okay maybe it is. ::smiles at Ryn::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Mind if I join you, Ensign?

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::Looks up and sees the CIV:: CIV: Certainly, sir.  What do you know of Rigellian Truffles?

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The waiter grins, and walks away....

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Well, I mean, I didn't want to kill the mood with "oh, wait. Let me hang up my dress." ::laughs::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Finishes his shower and put on a new suit he charged the night before::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::laughs and smiles, as he walks towards her and takes her hand in his::

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::figures she should probably just stay on the ship a while. Heads up to the bridge, commandeers a station, checks to see where everyone's at planet-side... and then settles in her seat on the bridge to get some work done and read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::has a seat and thinks for a second::  TO: I'm not sure I've ever had them actually...doesn't sound too bad though!

Host Eric_W says:
@ACTION: A beeping is heard on the bridge, next to the CTO... and five seconds later.... he sees SOMETHING flit across the deck plating...

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: I'll just wear my coat and no one will notice... if I can find my coat... ::takes his hand:: You're awful sentimental today. What's up? ::looks up at him::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Some Bolians told me about them, and then this waiter said they're the special of the day.

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: Just the sentimental me coming out, I guess.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Vial: Ah... Starfleet Operations, I presume... right then.  In that case, I'll be back in a very short moment.  ::walks through the back door of the office and into his quarters, locking the doors and stripping off his clothes, and steps into the sonic shower::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The waiter comes back with a plate full of odd-looking fungus.... reddish in colour predominantly, with white.... kinda looks like Toad from the Mushroom Kingdom...

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@<Vial> OPS: Aye, sir.  ::heads out of the OPS's office and into his own down the hall::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::shrugs:: TO:  Hmph...might as well try something new......::looks at the plate as the waiter brings it::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO:  Or not.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::starts a little bit. Checks what's making the beeping, sets aside her PADD, and then- snaps her gaze to see what the frack that was that just went across the deck. Slowly, she stands up, and fingers her phaser::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: You mean, you're not going to help me with this, Lieutenant?

Host Eric_W says:
@ACTION: Suddenly, the chime to the OPS' quarters rings...

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::grins at him::

Host Eric_W says:
@ACTION: A chirp on the bridge.... organic chittering...

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::looks at the plate, then back at Newell::  TO: If you try it I will, but I might have to turn around just in case it comes back up.

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Exits his room and begins to wander downstairs::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::takes her fork and stabs into one of the truffles::CIV: I'm game. ::puts the small amount of truffle on her fork into her mouth::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: Suddenly, the most painful, piercing sound coming from the TO's mouth...

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Chime: Just a moment.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::cringes a little as the TO puts the thing in her mouth::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::spits the truffle out:: All: Ah!  These things are alive!

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::can't help but laugh::

Host Eric_W says:
@ACTION: A voice... "Oh, Ryushi! Like, I KNEW you would be here, what the hell are you doing, it's shore leave! Like, ugh!"

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::glances around, and pulls out her phaser. She checks on the sound of the beep again:: Computer: Computer, lifesigns on the bridge?

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The truffle squirms in pain.... whimpering.

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
;;Wanders by the hotel restaurant::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The Bolians rush up to the CMO.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::stabs his fork into the....thing...either trying to put it out of its misery or contemplating taking a bite since he seemed to make a deal here a moment ago::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Will you... get my jacket? It's... over there... ::somehow her coat ended up on the other side of the room::

Host Eric_W says:
@<Computer> CTO: There are two lifeforms on the bridge at this time.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::calls out to the waiter:: Waiter: Waiter!  Come and get these!  I'll take some good old fashioned pancakes!

SO_LtJG_York says:
::lets go off her hand:: CNS: Alright.

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Looks at the Bolians::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::walks across the room::

Host Eric_W says:
<Bolians> CMO: Don't patronize this restaurant! Do you know the Rigellian Truffle plight?

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: The truffle that the CIV stabs stops squirming. Murderer.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::starts to sneak around the bridge, phaser still out. She decides to thumb it over to 'stun':: Computer: Computer, what's the lifeform that's not me?

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@::raises his eyebrows:: Voice: I will be with you in a moment.  ::steps out of the shower and dresses in a clean uniform, combing his short hair in the mirror and attaching his lieutenant's pips::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::let's go of the fork and sits back in his chair, definitely not prepared for this kind of action in the morning::

SO_LtJG_York says:
::picks up her coat and walks back, coat in hand::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
Waiter: Waiter! Come and get these . . . things.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@::straightens his uniform and goes to the opposite door, the one to the Deck three corridor::

Host Eric_W says:
@<Computer> CTO: 1 organism, species mus musculus. 

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::kisses him:: SO: Thanks! Don't look so blue, okay?

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@::opens the door::

Host Eric_W says:
ACTION: No one returns to the TO's table...

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Bolian: First off I didn't know Rigel had truffles, second I am completely unaware that said truffles were in any kind of plight.

SO_LtJG_York says:
::brightens up as she kisses him and grins:: CNS: Well now I won't!

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::takes the plate from in front of Newell and places it on the table next to theirs, not really wanting to look at the things either::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Bet you didn't see that coming..

SO_LtJG_York says:
::grabs her and returns the kiss::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::shakes head:: CIV: Nope, sure didn't.  I should have known that something said by a Bolian was a scam.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Kisses are no substitute for food. Stop kissing me and lets go eat! ::laughs::

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: Could have fooled me.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::grins::  TO:  Actually....::grin breaks into a laugh::....I knew they were alive.

SO_LtJG_York says:
::grabs her hand before she walks to the door::

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
Self: Oh good. Mus musculus. Because of -course- I remember terran standard identification for animals. I wonder what the bloody computer would call a freaking Hnoiyika. Computer: Computer, get a stasis field around it. And, uh, try not to hurt - oh dear, I'm reasoning with a computer. Just do it!

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@Ryushi: God, I knew you'd be here. Can't you do anything right for a change? ::he pushes himself in::

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: Ryn...I don't think I CAN just go on like nothing happened...I probably have Starfleet Security looking for me.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: And you let me go through this? If you weren't a superior officer, I'd smack you!

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Don't worry about it!

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@ACTION: A mini stasis field is raised on the bridge.... excessive chittering.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::still grinning:  TO: I'm sorry, I'm sorry!  It just seemed too good to pass up.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::pulls him out the door and down the hall::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Ilianor: Ah... Good morning, Commander...

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: For me, anyway....

SO_LtJG_York says:
::takes a deep breath, then forces a smile as she pulls him out into the hall:: CNS: You're the boss.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::sighs, and walks over to see what it is her illustrious hunting-with-assistance skills have caught her::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: That's right and don't you forget it.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: Commander? Ugh, stop that. ::he walks up to the replicator:: Replicator: Cranberry juice please.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::grins::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::starts smiling:: CIV: I suppose you're right.  I am gullible, aren't I?

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@ACTION: The CTO finds the cutest little house mouse EVER!

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::folds hands on table and relaxes a little::  TO:  A little...but I won't tell.

SO_LtJG_York says:
::grins back at her and takes her hand back in his::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Ilianor:  Ah... sir... uhm... Can I help you with something? ::closes the door tentatively::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Bolian: Plight eh? Well maybe you should consider the plight of the adverse affects of hyperthermia on the common house rat. TRAGIC!

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::looks around::  TO: What do we need to do to get some service here?   Geez.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: God, what's with you? ::he giggles, and takes a sip:: Call me Baranephelion. I'm hitching a ride.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: I think they're all hiding from us, watching the drama.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::gets down to the breakfast area and looks around::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Pushes past the Bolian::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: I am sooo hungry... hope there is something good....

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Hopefully they come out soon...I'm starving...

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
Self: What in space are you? Hnioyika food? You wouldn't even be a -snack-, even for a baby one. ::crouches to get a better look at the creature:: Mouse: Alright. How'd you get onboard. I thought the autosystems were supposed to fry vermin. Or at least beam them somewhere until they could be shoved planetside.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: How's the leave treating you so far?

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: I would ki.....I mean I'd love a real breakfast like back home right now.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: So far so good. You, sir?

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Ilianor: Ah.  Well, then... Uhm... what can I do for you?  I really should be getting back to work... my Ops Center has been taken over by Starfleet Operations...

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@<Mouse> ::chitters away::

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: It's shore leave! You got explicit orders to enjoy shore leave, I need to make sure you use it.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
Mouse: Pft. ::looks around to see if anyone else is on the bridge::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::shrugs:: TO: I'm kind of ready to shove off and get back into space.  I don't know...I thought I wanted a lot of downtime, but now I'm not so sure.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: And before you complain, that's kinda, like, my job now. ::he sticks out his tongue at him::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Looks into the restaurant::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Me too, sir.  I don't need a lot of down time.  I just need to get back into the swing of things . . . now that Starfleet has forgiven us.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::yawns:: SO: Let's sit down...

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: Alright.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Ilianor: Oh? Really... nice, very nice.  I should get back, though... I told Chief Vial I would only be a short moment...

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: Uh, no.

SO_LtJG_York says:
::walks her over to a table, and pulls out the chair for her::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Absolutely...I heard the CEO left the ship or something, is that true?  ::takes another quick look around for a waiter::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Ilianor: Pardon me?

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Thanks... ::sits down and looks at the menu::

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: Direct orders from my superior at SB366. ::winks:: Shore leave. NOW.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
Mouse: Alright, little bugger. You're lucky tonight that there's nobody around to see me save your sorry fur. If I catch you up here again, though, it's the phaser for you.

SO_LtJG_York says:
::walks around the table and sits down across from her::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: It'll be nice to have some no-replicated food...

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: But, ah, commander.... I, uh...

SO_LtJG_York says:
CNS: Tell me about it...especially after that.. ::whispers:: Romulan food.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::ponders... if the mouse is a pet worthy of a Romulan, or if she should just dump it back planetside::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Well, I don't know anything about that, as of yet.  But, I can find out.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself.  I was just wondering if you had heard something to that effect.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Not lately.  But, you know, we are on shore leave, so it probably hasn't come across my way yet.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::nods head::  TO: Yea, I understand.  I'm not sure if I would pursue it anyway even if it was true.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: No buts. If you don't enjoy shore leave... I'll throw you in the 366 brig myself. ::smiles::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Yeah, and emergency rations... bleh!

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@ACTION: The mouse looks up at the CTO.... almost looks as if it's smiling.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: Ah, sir... I do enjoy my work...

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: Damn it, don't call me sir! It makes me feel old.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: What makes you say that?

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Yeah, so I'll have the icoberry juice and rastani nut cakes.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
::smiles and folds her menu up::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Waits to be seated in the restaurant::

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
Mouse: Don't do that. Computer: Drop stasis field on my mark... ::gets read to snatch the mouse the instant the field is down:: Computer: ... mark! ::snatch!::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Ohhh, I don't know.  I'm just not sure what I want to do yet.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@ACTION: The mouse chitters lovingly as the CTO grabs it....

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: Sorry, sir. Er, commander.  Ah-uh... sorry. Sir.  Comma- ah, uh, ahm... Baran.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::gets up:: CIV: Well, I know what I want to do now.  Go find someplace where the service is better.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@::screams:: OPS: Baranephelion, like, Baran's ugly.... my name's Baranephelion. ::he takes a sip:: Have you even been down to the surface yet?

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::looks around, concurring with Newell's assessment of the service::  TO: Have any ideas?  ::stands::

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
ACTION: The restaurant's starting to fill up... and with only one waiter, people are getting angry...

SO_York says:
::waits for Ryn to read the menu::

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::glowers at the mouse with all the hatred of a thousand generations of Romulans!:: Mouse: I hate you so much. I should just turn you into a carbon stain. ::sighs to herself, then retrieves her PADD, and heads for the turbolift with the mouse:: Mouse: Alright, fine, have it you're way. Let's see what's required to take care of one mus-mus.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: sorry, sir.  Baranephelion.  ::shudders a bit at calling a superior officer by his first name::  Ah, yes, actually, I have.

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Looks at all the impatient customers::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: I know a little place not far from here.  Let's go.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: Oh, I'm not disturbing you right now, am I? ::he plops himself on the sofa:: AWEsome! ::smiles::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Lead the way!  ::looks around at all the people in the restaurant::

SO_York says:
CNS: Now where's that waiter?

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::gets in the turbolift:: Turbolift: My quarters, please. ::doo dee doo, gets to her deck, walks to her quarters, and punches up a cage on the replicator, as well as trying to find a manual for how to take care of a mus musculus:: Self: I can't believe I'm doing this.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::starts out of the restaurant and on to the street::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: I really must get back to the Ops Center...

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
ACTION: The waiter has disappeared...

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::follows Newell::

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@::sternly:: OPS: Are you not going to follow direct orders? ::giggles::

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@ACTION: The mouse chirps happily at the CTO's voice.

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Walks back to the kitchen::

SO_York says:
::grins at Ryn:: CNS: Well pet, looks like we're not getting breakfast anytime soon.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: Well.. Uhm... What, exactly, are you doing here, Baranephelion?

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
ACTION: Inside, the kitchen is filled with tubs and tubs of screaming Rigellian truffles.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: I told you! I'm hitching a ride! You guys get to deal with ME now. Muhahaha

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::walks around the corner to the restaurant she indicated:: CIV: It's right this way, sir.

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Er... please don't call me pet... makes me feel like an Etrellis managal...

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: ... what's your business at SB366, then?

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Hey, seriously...you can stop calling me sir.  ::gestures towards clothing::  Seriously!

SO_York says:
::grins:: CNS: Sorry, I'm British....we talk stupid. 

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::smiles::CIV: So what should I call you, Lieutenant?

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Picks up one of the truffles::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Oh, yeah... British. No wonder your accent is sexy. ::smirks::

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Until I serve a function other than 'civilian,' Bill will work.  ::smiles::

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: "They" decided that I'm not "hush-hush" "wink wink nudge nudge" "secret mission" "unspeakable orders" material. As if Klingon Empire covert missions were THAT classified, ANYWAYS. Anyways, they decided to "reward" me (wink wink nudge nudge) by making me the Admiral's attaché on SB336.

SO_York says:
::grins at her:: CNS: Well...now I must think of a few Brit words. ::throws her a lopsided grin::

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Okay . . . Bill.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
ACTION: The truffle squirms in the CMO's hand...

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::walks into the restaurant::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: Ah, I see... who is the new Admiral, then?

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::gestures to the sky::  TO:  See, that wasn't so bad...you didn't burst into flames or anything.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: Damned if I know. 

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::reads over what she's found carefully, and then punches up some cheese on the monitor, and a water bottle. She hooks the water bottle up inside the cage, and puts the cheese near the mouse:: Computer: Computer, how many more of these...  mus musses or whatever are onboard?

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@<Computer> CTO: There is 1 mus musculus onboard.

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: ::nods:: Well, then.. uhm... I must be getting back.. ah, would you like to accompany me to the Operations Center?

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::looks up at him:: CIV: I suppose you're right, Bill.  Shall we sit?

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@OPS: You are insane? 

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Maybe you should... um... where's our waiter? ::stands up and looks around::

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
@Ilianor: I do not know... My last exam from Counselor Solaa was over a year ago, I believe.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::boggles a bit, reading the bit about mice populations in her manual:: Mouse: ...alright, you're a special forces mouse, wherever you came from. I'm impressed.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::nods, wondering if he actually broke the ice with Newell or if she would still call him sir for the rest of his life - or until she was promoted::

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
@ACTION: The mouse sniffs the cheese, and jumps away.

SO_York says:
::pulls her back down:: CNS: We could always order room service.

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Truffle: Fly be free! ::Tosses the truffle in the air::

CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Watches the truffle sail gracefully into the air, then the ground::

CNS_Lt_Solaa says:
SO: Nah. We've been in bad too long anyways.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
ACTION: The truffle flies into the air... then lands on the ground with a plop. And silence. Murderer.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
::takes the cheese back:: Mouse: Fair enough. I don't like it either.

Host LtCmdr_Ilianor says:
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