USS Apache - 10512.16

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CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::in his hotel room on Earth reading a few things::
CMO_Turok says:
::Looks at the now smashed truffle:: Truffle: Well little guy looks like nature choose you for extinction.

ACTION: Shore leave is still being enjoyed by teh Apache crew... 

Baranephelion says:
::wandering the streets of San Francisco, holding a soy latte in his right hand::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::stands in the hotel lobby, after walking Rynia back to her hotel room...guess the cold got to her last night::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::still hanging out with the CIV, despite his laughing at her truffle debacle:: CIV: So, how do you like the Apache so far yourself, Bill?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::sits in the restaurant with Ensign Newell, enjoying the remainder of his breakfast::
CMO_Turok says:
Chef: I wonder if you throw enough of them in the air, will they evovle and learn how to fly?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::places fork down for a moment::  TO:  I'm not sure...the last few weeks have been kind of crazy.  I'm curious to see if it will calm down at all.
SO_LtJG_York says:
::watches the fog crawling over the bay::
CMO_Turok says:
::Picks up another truffle::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: I'm sure it will.  We can't be invaded by Pah'Wraiths and have mutinies and chase Romulans all the time, right?
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::taps his commbadge:: *Apache*: Marsland to Apache. Have you located our Science Officer yet, Apache?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::chuckles and picks up his fork again::  TO: I hesitate to even wonder...I don't know how many phaser fights I have left in me.
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::answers up for that:: *CSO*: Nosir. Sorrysir.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
*CTO*: And why THE HELL NOT?
SO_LtJG_York says:
::walks to the front desk:: Lobbyist: Good morning, my name is William York, Starfleet Officer. I need to borrow your comm.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::finishes his scrambled eggs and wipes his mouth off with the napkin next to his plate::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::chuckles:: CIV: I'm sure you'll do fine.  Leave the real fighting to me and Solita. ::smiles as she finishes her breakfast::
Concierge says:
SO: Certainly, right this way. ::she gets up, and leads him to a desk::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::nods to the concierge and follows him::
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::shakes her head:: *CSO*: It's a big planet, and everyone's on shore leave. And, uh, it's technically planetside's job to go looking for people. They won't appreciate me just charging in and taking over.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::sighs in frustration::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::eyes Newell carefully::  TO: Hey, I've seen my share of fighting..
CMO_Turok says:
::Gently caresses the truffle in his palm....Contemplating::

ACTION: The concierge takes him to a desk, and activates it.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: It just wears on you emotionally after a while, you know?  If you're not prepared for it and all..

ACTION: The truffle chirps softly.

SO_LtJG_York says:
Concierge: Thank you very much. I won't take long.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
*CTO*: If you mean to tell me that a highly trained security officer cannot find a deserter, Ensign.... Find him. That's an order.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::Nods:: CIV: I understand, and I didn't mean to offend you.  I just thought that you meant you didn't want to be in the thick of it.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO:  Well....:smiles...
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::smiles slightly:: *CSO*: Does that mean I can leave the ship?
CMO_Turok says:
Self: I wonder. ::Tossing the truffle slighlty in his hand::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::signs into the planetary comm array and registeres his ID:: *Apache*: Apache, this is Lt. York. 
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
*CTO*: If you're not wearing a full Romulan military uniform to hunt him down, and you're in proper attire, then fine.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Well, what? ::smiles::

ACTION: The truffle chirps every time it lands on the CMO's hand... it looks very very delicious all of a sudden...

Baranephelion says:
::he strolls into the hotel lobby, where supposedly many of the Apache crew are staying...::
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@Self: Gah! *CSO*: Right right. Have a nice night, sir. *SO*: Apache, this is Ensign Solita. How may I redirect your ass today, sir?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::takes a drink of water from the glass in front of him, which is sweating from the temperature difference::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Let's just say I'm not sure what I want!
SO_LtJG_York says:
::smiles as he is relieved to hear Sol's voice:: *CTO*: Sol....I'm glad to hear it's you up there.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::places the glass back on the table::  TO:  Enough shop talk, though...what does a young ensign do in her free time these days?  And don't say practice on the phaser range or do pull-ups...
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::mutters to himself as the comm channel is closed, and begins gathering his things::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: I understand.  I'm not sure what I want either.
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@*SO*: I'm glad to hear from you. Chief high and mighty of your department's having kittens wanting you found and you know the drill. Want me to just beam you up and tell him we've got you onboard?
CMO_Turok says:
Truffle: You do look very appetizing, but I think I will pass on you today. After all there are two things that seperate of from animals. One is we use cutlery and second we can control our urges.
Baranephelion says:
::he walks to the front lobby, walking past the SO:: Concierge: Hello, I'm looking for the Apache crew.

ACTION: The truffle chirps in a VERY delicious manner.

SO_LtJG_York says:
*CTO*: Yes...I was actually hoping it was you who would take me into custody...

ACTION: In the distance, you can *almost* hear the Mushroom Kingdom theme song. If you try really really hard.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Well, I haven't really had any spare time lately, Bill.  And I do need to stay up on my phaser qualifications.
CMO_Turok says:
Self: Hmm, I wonder what these would fetch on the open market?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::places elbows on table and folds hands in front of himself::  TO:  Well, there's what you have to do, and then what you do purely for entertainment..and the phaser range doesn't do it for me.
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::works the nearby console to arrange for Mister York to be beamed up:: *SO*: Done and done. I'm just gonna beam you up, then. Hey, do me a favor and drop by my quarters, will you? Make sure Mus-mus's water bottle is full.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::thinks a minute:: CIV: Me neither, I guess.  I just haven't made many friends on the Apache yet.  We've all been so preoccupied.
SO_LtJG_York says:
*CTO*: Mus mus? Nevermind....you do realise you have to beam me to the brig? ::smiles to himself::
CMO_Turok says:
Chef: I'll take an order of these. Two males and the rest female. ::Seeing a fortune made in a breeding farm aboard the Apache::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::looks at Newell intently, hoping to get a little more information from the reserved ensign::  TO: What did you do prior to serving on the Apache?
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::chuckles:: CIV: Went to the Academy.  Seriously, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life.  I just wandered.
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@*SO*: Funny. I don't remember that being -anywhere- in my instructions.
Concierge says:
::she points to the SO::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Never played ping pong or swam or anything aside from work?  Sounds rough!
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: I know.  But you can help me out of this mess, I'm sure.
SO_LtJG_York says:
*CTO*: I mean it Sol....I have to be placed under arrest, I don't want to make things worse..
Chef says:
CMO: Oh, I'm sorry, sir, that cannot be done.
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@*SO*: Well, if you insist. Does your joygril know you're into being under lock and key, though?
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::sends the command to beam Mister York to the brig before he has a chance to answer that::
CMO_Turok says:
Chef: WHAT! You are refusing a customer! I never. Where is yout manager?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::takes another sip from his water::  TO:  I think we can find a way out....:nods, unable to hold back a grin::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::smiles at Sol's comment::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::smiles:: CIV: I'm looking forward to it.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::walks out of the hotel with his bags in hand, and hits the commbadge again:: *Apache*: Marsland to Apache, one to beam up.
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@*CSO*: One moment sir. Beaming up Mister York, making sure he gets to the brig.
Chef says:
CMO: I am the head chef of this restaurant, and I'm sorry sir, it cannot be done, you see, we have very strict orders from our supplier.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::blinks:: *CTO*: Are all the transporter techs off duty, Ensign?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::signals the waiter::  TO: You still finishing, or are you ready to go?  
CMO_Turok says:
Chef: And do you have room service?

ACTION: The deserter is beamed aboard.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV I'm ready.  Let's blow this joint.
SO_LtJG_York says:
::materializes in the brig.....seems like his quarters these days::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::laughs as the waiter approaches, and he pays the remainder of the bill::
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@*CSO*: No sir, just the smart ones. You know, the ones taking advantage of shore leave? ::beams up the CSO before -he- gets a chance to respond!::
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@Self: Hey, this is kind of fun, actually.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::stands as the waiter leaves and looks around::  TO: Maybe we can link up with some of the other crew members...I've barely seen most of them while on leave!
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::chuckles as the CIV pays the bill:: CIV: Where to now, Bill?
SO_LtJG_York says:
::looks around the brig, and notices a security guard, sober as a horse::
Chef says:
CMO: I'm afraid our product- ::he jumps as the truffles, in their white and red glory, chirp:: - can only be enjoyed in the restaurant, sir.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::materializes on the transporter pad with his bag under his arm, and heads for his quarters::
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::arranges for a deck of cards to be delivered to Mister York::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: I don't know where any of them are.  Probably still chasing Mr. York.
CMO_Turok says:
Chef: Fine send me a plate to a table then.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Chasing him?  ::frowns::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::tries to think back to what happened to York after the incident in the brig::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Yeah, he seems to have disappeared off the radar.
SO_LtJG_York says:
Security: Hey there. Uhm, can you please contact the Counselor for me. Inform her of me staying here in these gracious quarters.
Chef says:
CMO: Certainly! Please, take a seat wherever you like.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: Hmph...I wasn't aware anyone had pressed charges or anything.

ACTION: Baranephelion steps into the restaurant, carefully avoiding the Bolians... and he takes a seat.

CMO_Turok says:
::Takes a seat near the entrance::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Well, were you there when he cold cocked his CSO?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::surprised::  TO:  I don't think so...after we were in the brig I kind of stormed out of there
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::enters his less spacious than before quarters, and sets his bag down::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: That happened outside.  They've been at war ever since.
Security Guard Richard says:
@ ::glances over his shoulder at the SO, and sighs, and nods:: SO: Fine. What's her name.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::starts walking back towards the hotel::  TO:  It's probably not all about that punch..
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::chuckles:: CIV: Probably  not.  I don't know what else happened.  That's between them, I think.
SO_LtJG_York says:
SecGuardRichard: Counselor Rynia Solaa. And thank you. Also if you could ask your boss for another pillow.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: The counselor and York have been pretty tight lately.  Could be a bumpy ride for the first few weeks back on the Apache with all this.  ::smiles a little::
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
@::taps away on his computer, for a moment, saving a file:: Computer: Send enclosed message to Commanding Officer, USS Hayden.
Security Guard Richard says:
@::shakes his head, and sends a message to Solaa using his own PADD, then goes back to standing guard. After a moment though, he's distracted by some beeping, and dissapears. He comes back af ew moments later::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::smiles:: CIV: Could be.

ACTION: A waiter brings over a delightful plate of raw truffles on a plate, with blonde endive and radicchio leaves all around, with a light raspberry balsamic vinaigrette.

ACTION: And a fork. Can't forget the fork. Murderer.

Security Guard Richard says:
@SO: ... yeah. Message away. And, uh, here's your deck of cards... ::reads the note attached:: "Oh great hero of the hour." ... whatever.
CMO_Turok says:
COM: Apache: Turok here. Beam myself and my meal directly to my quarters please.

ACTION: The waiter's eyes widen... "No- wait- You can't do that!"

ACTION: He grabs the plate immediately...

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::looks around again, glad that it's nice out in San Francisco at least::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: It's a beautiful day, don't you think?
Waiter says:
CMO: For shame! ::the truffles seem to chirp angrily as well... though it's not certain if they're chirping at the waiter or the CMO...::
CMO_Turok says:
Chef: Sucker! ::Gives him the old vulcan nerve pinch::

ACTION: The waiter drops slowly, as the truffles bounce softly to the ground... plop, plop, plop.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::smiles::  TO: Definitely.  Being out in space makes you appreciate this sort of thing so much more, too.
CMO_Turok says:
::Tries to catch some of the truffles::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::nods:: CIV: Exactly.  So where to next?
Baranephelion says:
::Baranephelion looks up, wondering what's the matter... when he sees someone he sort of recognizes...?::
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::goes back to counting torpedos::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO: I was just going to head back to the hotel to see if anyone was there.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
@::sees the message confirmation, and rises, heading towards the brig, a padd in hand::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO:  If not, I might get ready to head back up to the Apache and settle in again..
Baranephelion says:
CMO: ... Turok?

ACTION: The CMO and his truffles are beamed up to the Apache.

TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Well, I really do need to get settled back into the Apache again, seeing as how we still have a home.
SO_LtJG_York says:
::sits down with this deck of cards...then thinks that he would love a telepathic bird to talk to, or something::
CMO_Turok says:
@Self: I wonder who that was?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::nods, knowing it's the truth::  TO: I haven't even had a real chance to break in my quarters or anything.  It felt like as soon as I got here, all the action started and there wasn't time.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
@::steps onto the turbolift:: *CTO*: Marsland to Solita. Begin sending the recall notifications to all liberty personnel. We depart in two hours.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::chuckles:: CIV: I know the feeling, Bill. So why don't we go back to the ship? We can get together again in our off hours.
CMO_Turok says:
@::Looks at the newest acquisition, stroking the truffles::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::nods - the hotel is within sight now::  TO:  Sounds good.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Ready to leave now?
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
TO:  I'll meet you up there.  I have a thing or two in my room in the hotel that I need to get.
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@*CSO*: Aye sir. Should those be engraved invitations?
CMO_Turok says:
@::Looking for a suitable home for his venture:: Truffles: May the great river flow mightly for us.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CIV: Okay, Bill, See you there.

ACTION: Suddenly, the CMO's truffles start to turn a very ugly shade of duckshit green...

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::nods and continues on towards the hotel::
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::starts sending out messages. Everyone should get pinged on their commbadge at least once by an automated computer voice saying "The Apache departs in two hours. Please return to ship and make preperations necessary for open space departure.::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
*Apache*: Apache, this is Ensign Newell.  Beam me up please.

ACTION: The TO is beamed aboard...

SO_LtJG_York says:
::stands up and starts pacing, not liking his situation::
CMO_Turok says:
@Truffles: If you can communicate now would be the time.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::materializes on the Apache and goes to her quarters to freshen up and then go down to the brig to relieve the brig officer::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::enters the hotel lobby and offers a polite nod to the woman at the front desk::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::enters a turbolift:: TL: Brig!
SO_LtJG_York says:
SecurityGuardRichard: Excuse me. 
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::enters his hotel room::
Baranephelion says:
::he gets up, still holding his soy latte:: Self: Well, might as well. *Apache*: One to beam up, please.
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@::...and she makes sure the CSO's commbadge gets the automessage also. For no good reason.::
Security Guard Richard says:
@SO: "Yeah? Whatdayawant?"
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
@::hears his commbadge and sighs:: Self: And we made her a department head.... ::enters the brig, padd in hand::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::exits the turbolift at the brig area and enters, slightly behind the CSO::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::picks up his duffle bag and looks around, wondering if there's anything else which he forgot::
SO_LtJG_York says:
SecGuardRich: I need you to contact Lt. Davis for me, and ask him to report here please. I want him here when the inquiry begins.
Baranephelion says:
@::he beams aboard the Apache, presents the transporter chief with his clearances, and steps into the corridor::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::seeing nothing else, he decides it's time to leave::
CMO_Turok says:
@::Tries to revive his poor helpless truffles::
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
*Apache*: Davis to Apache, one to beam back to the ship..!
TO_Ens_Newell says:
Security Guard Richard: It's okay, I can relieve you for now.

ACTION: The CMO's truffles have necrotized badly.

CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@<SecGuardRich> SO: Yeah, I'm on it. *CIV*: Mister Davis, you're presence is requested in the illustrious USS Apache Brig by a Mister York.

ACTION: The CIV is beamed aboard.

CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
*SecGuardRich*: Acknowledged, just let me drop my stuff off in my quarters and I'll be right there.
SO_LtJG_York says:
::nods to the guard:: SecGuardRich: Thank you.
CIV_LtJG_Davis says:
::nods to the transporter chief and leaves the Transporter Room, back towards his quarters::
CTO_Ens_Solita says:
@*CIV*: Right. Thank you. SO: Yeah, not a problem.

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