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Sky Harbor Aegis | 3 January 2020

= /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/3/20 = /\ =
31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152

TBS is 23 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local.
Engineering and science are working on viral attacks.
Most of us are suffering from stress and lack of sleep.
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\=
mimipavilion: ::in medical::
Jylliene: ::Ops, CnC::
Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay::
Chirakis: :::CnC, after visiting medical for tests:::
Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping with her Kitty::
Johnson Kenyon: ::leading a meeting in Main Engineering::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping peacefully.::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around the commerce level in his civilian clothes ::
Tarisa: ::Steps into the labs, heading for her office.::
Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, looking much more alert today::
Chirakis: ::in her office with the door open, not as much alert as she should be:::
Annisha: :: Eating her cereal, but there's a disturbance brewing in her mind ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::to the Engineering Department:: As of right now, everyone is to have a buddy engineer. You will all work in pairs. Anyone who experiences excessive fatigue or hallucinations.
Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles her kitty's furry back::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the life science lab. Rubbing her eyes as she tries to focus on the microscope display::
Johnson Kenyon: ...are to report to Medical immediately. If your buddy fails to go to Medical, you will be held responsible.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits down at a popular cafe and orders a light breakfast ::
Johnson Kenyon: ...Anyone found without their buddy within direct line of sight, will be disciplined.
Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits her office after a long night:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over his console with a coffee in his hand and a yawn on his face ::
Dacia Sandero: ::Drinks a cup of tea::
Johnson Kenyon: ...This is for your own good. If you challenge it, you will be found and you will answer to me.
Chirakis: ::putting her work aside, she exits her office for a status check::
Johnson Kenyon: Is that clear?
mimipavilion: ::going over the captain's tests::
Tarisa: ::Stops by Dran.:: Are you alright?
Scott Coleridge: ::glances up at Chirakis:: Good morning, Captain.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Closes his eyes, repeats :: Ua e saogalemu iinei....Ua e saogalemu iinei.
Chirakis: ::nod:: Good morning, Commander. Anything new that I should know about?
Johnson Kenyon: ...That's all I have. Please see Lieutenant Little for the duty roster assignments. Dismissed.
Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes, yes. Just not getting the results I was expecting and at a loss to why.
Amanda Davis PhD: ::she remains dressed in a medical uniform because of the most recent problems that have emerged:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: mutters :: What does it mean? :: A coffee and small sweet roll is placed on his table. Nijil looks up :: Thanks.
Tarisa: I see. ::Watches for a moment.::
Annisha: :: In her mind she was running,,, ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::watching as the engineers trickle out of the office and get their assignments::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drink ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::pulls the sample and places another::
Jylliene: ::scrolling through the evening's reports to catch up::
Chirakis: ::watching Cayne, unsure of his status:::
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Engineering is still working on security improvements and system repairs. Medical reports an increased number of people having trouble staying focused or getting a full sleep.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over the night's scans, not understanding them all, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary ::
Chirakis: ::listening carefully:::
Annisha: I killed him...
Dacia Sandero: ::working on some medical reports ::
Tarisa: ::Eyes go from the experiment to Dran herself.:: Did you have a good sleep last night?
Amanda Davis PhD: ::she enters the medical lounge, bearing fresh scones and needing coffee:::
Annisha: :: Closes her eyes, watches a disruptor discharge towards someone at point blank range ::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at his hands ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wished he had brought his instrument with him ::
Chirakis: ::glance at Cayne::
Jylliene: ::rolls her shoulders a bit, then continues reading::
Tae'Lynn Dran: Not the best, honestly.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Drinks ::
Annisha: :: drinks ::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinks ::
Dacia Sandero: ::drinks::
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I understand that has been an ongoing issue for most lately.
Amanda Davis PhD: ::relaxing at a table, hoping she does not go to sleep:::
Annisha: :: Looking depressed. On the verge of sobbing ::
Chirakis: Excuse me, Commander. :::to Scott as she steps toward Cayne::: Commander, have you slept lately?
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns to Tarisa:: Most? Sounds like a disturbing coincidence.
mimipavilion: Hmmm....
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Mutters :: What did she say to me?
Amanda Davis PhD: ::and the coffee doesn't seem to be doing any good.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A full eight hours Captain, but be damned if I call it restful.
Tarisa: Indeed. If you feel you need to go to sickbay, you are free to do so.
Jylliene: ::stretches her arms::
Chirakis: ::arms cross, concerned::: Explain.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: People are on edge Captain, if you had not noticed.
Chirakis: Oh, I have noticed.
Scott Coleridge: ::goes back to reading reports::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: grunts :: No deep sleep, and I can sleep anywhere. Dreams I guess.
Dacia Sandero: ::uncomfortable feeling, with everyone so edgy lately::
Annisha: :: sobs ::
Chirakis: What kind of dreams, if I may ask?
mimipavilion: ::takes a look at the other reports of others who came in::
Johnson Kenyon: ::walking around, observing engineering::
Annisha: :: In her mind a man disintegrates from the inside out, starting at his chest and slowly expanding outwards, the scream only lasting a second ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: I think I will be fine. This might be a more solvable mystery than what's under my microscope.
Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders why he's not afflicted with drowsiness::
Amanda Davis PhD: ::the coffee isn't helping, so she exits the lounge and spots Dacia:::
Tarisa: It certainly is an interesting mystery.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Like I'm being watched when I am suppose to be watching others. I can never find them and I am always running. I swear my legs are tired after I get up, as if I ever went down.
Johnson Kenyon: ::decides he'd better visit the power generators::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to a server :: Pe mafai ona ou toe maua se isi kofe?
Nijil tr'Korjata: Server: Sir? For some reason I don't understand.
Chirakis: ::after a moment of thought::: Get some rest, Commander. I'll take TAC. And that is not a suggestion.
Jylliene: ::scroll scroll scroll...actually remembers scrolling through a display in her dreams...odd.::
Chirakis: And if need be, report to medical.
Tae'Lynn Dran: Given other recent problems we might want to look at the environmental settings.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: laughs :: Alright. Perhaps some medication this time. Deeper sleep.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: logs out of the console and heads to the lift ::
Amanda Davis PhD: ::coming up behind her::: Dacia.. anything I can do to help?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Still sleeping soundly, having a good dream.::
Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping as well, curled up with kitty::
Nijil tr'Korjata: O le a le Me a ua tupu? Oi leai ..
Chirakis: :::watches him leave, then steps to the console to enter her code and begin TAC watch:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Server> I'll get you another coffee sir.
Dacia Sandero: Ah, hello. Didn't see you there. Looking over these medical reports. Lots of people suffering from bad sleep and dreams,or hallucinations, but I can't really find a pattern.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Moments later he enters medical :: Doctor or nurse?
mimipavilion: ::doesn't like the reports she has seen::
Amanda Davis PhD: I've noticed that, too, Dacia. It's almost beyond strange.
Tarisa: ::Nods:: Going for a technical approach is a good start. I might look at the biological, perhaps taking a trip to sickbay.
Annisha: :: Puts down her spoon and leaves her quarters ::
Tarisa: Though many around me have been having difficulty sleeping, I have not. And to my knowledge none of my family have either.
mimipavilion: ::hears Cayne and enters main medical:: How can I help you?
Chirakis: :::checking the TAC board, throwing it up on the overhead screens so everyone can take a look:::
Annisha: Computer, where is my father? :: And it tells her so and off she goes with a sprint in her step and tears in her eyes ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: Interesting. ::makes a not in her journal::
Amanda Davis PhD: Dacia... could this be an illness? It's so very strange, and not everyone has it.
Dacia Sandero: Yes, it is. It's happening to too many people to be a coincidence, I think. Yes, it could be.
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Perhaps physiology has something to do with it.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am a victim of restless sleep and negative dreams.
Jylliene: ::leans on her console, ponders::
mimipavilion: Ahhh, I see. Take a seat.
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::grabs a padd and pulls up the log of the environmental systems::
Annisha: :: People are easy to dodge around since there is a general slowness about those walking the corridors ::
Chirakis: ::has a thought:::steps toward Jylliene::: Commander?  ::thinking::
Tarisa: I will leave you to your work for the moment. Do not hesitate to call if you need me.
Jylliene: Captain?
Tae'Lynn Dran: Aye. I will.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil was confused, he could speak, but the words were not in a language the UT could translate ::
Chirakis: Call Lt Kenyon to the bridge when he has a chance.
Tarisa: ::Nods as she leaves the lab, heading for sickbay.::
Jylliene: Yes ma'am.
Johnson Kenyon: ::reading technical manuals::
Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Ops to Lieutenant Kenyon.
Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Lt Kenyon here.
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: You have that look.
Chirakis: ::quirks a brow::: Do i?
Jylliene: +Kenyon+ The captain would like you on CnC as soon as you're able.
Tarisa: ::Arrives in sickbay.::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: One technical manual title reads: "How to Find a Cloaked Shuttle in a Shuttle Bay" by Nijil Korjata ::
Scott Coleridge: Yes. The "I have had a thought" look.
Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ On my way
Jylliene: ((The entire book is the line: "Walk around until you smack your face into it."))
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Do I get in line or something?
Dacia Sandero: I wonder.. ::hears someone come in:: Hello?
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking for variations over the last several weeks in the log::
Chirakis: ::checking the overhead tactical screens as she speaks::: And what would that thought be?
Scott Coleridge: I don't know that. I'm not a telepath.
Tarisa: ::Walks over to the doctors.:: Hello.
Annisha: :: Enters a lift :: The food place...
mimipavilion: ::looks around:: There's an empty bed, take a seat, Commander.
Scott Coleridge: I think. ::closes his eyes for several seconds, then opens them:: Nope. Not a telepath.
Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the TL to the CnC, PADD in hand::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns to see Tarisa ::
Chirakis: ::with a slight grin, she turns to Scott::: Which is a good thing. You would not want to be a telepath. However...
Jylliene: ::reads::
Dacia Sandero: Ah, hello Tarisa. :::nods to Cayne as well::
Dacia Sandero: Can we help you?
Annisha: :: Enters the food place seeing many holding cups of warm drinks ::
Tarisa: ::Smiles at Dacia as she nods.:: I wish to be scanned.
mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I got Cayne.
Chirakis: I am thinking about something, and that something is that perhaps there is some illness on the station that is making everyone tired.
Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the CnC::
Dacia Sandero: Okay.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What's going on Doctor?
mimipavilion: I'm not sure Wyatt. But something is up.
Dacia Sandero: Very well... are you sleeping well lately? ::gets out her tricorder::
Chirakis: Or something in the air... ::turns at the sound of Kenyon's entry::: Lieutenant, I have a question for you... ::nods to Scott and steps to her console:::
Annisha: :: Squints and sees a ragged Rihan sitting by himself at a table outside a small cafe. Annisha starts running ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::turns to Chirakis:: Yes Captain
Tarisa: I have noticed that neither myself nor my family and other Mithraan have been affected by the sleep problems others have been having.
Tarisa: It...piqued my curiosity.
Annisha: :: Reaches him and grabs him from behind :: Father!
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Screams like a little girl at being grabbed by a small person from behind :: Ahhh!
Dacia Sandero: ::begins to do a detailed scan of Tarisa:: I noticed that as well, I've not been experiencing it myself, nor has Alexis or her family either. Well, that makes two of us. Amanda and I were just looking over medical reports to see if there's any kind of pattern to this, but so far I haven't come across anything significant.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha, aua le faia lena mea.
Chirakis: Lieutenant, I am sure that you are aware of the prevalence of lethargy lately. Have your team look into the air... the units, the ducts... everything. That could be the problem.
mimipavilion: ::grabs a tricorder::
Tarisa: Perhaps it is because our sleep patterns are different?
Chirakis: It has happened before, though not to this degree.
Johnson Kenyon: Captain, you think there is some agent responsible?
Annisha: :: She faced him with her sorrowful and wet eyes :: Father? I don't understand.
Chirakis: An agent?
Chirakis: Explain.
Amanda Davis PhD: ::checking on Lt Wright, who seems to be sleeping peacefully:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: Ou ... o se mea e sese. :: He reached out and hugged her tightly ::
Amanda Davis PhD: ::vital signs seem good::
Dacia Sandero: Well, physically, you're absolutely fine. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Perhaps.. the people experiencing these symptoms seem to mostly be the engineering and security staff which have been under alot more stress lately than the rest of us. I'd imagine that's playing a part in this.
Johnson Kenyon: Agent.... a generic term for chemical, biological, or physical thing which can affect beings.
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::not finding anything obvious in the logs. Puts the data through the computer to find any possible correlations::
Chirakis: Check all possibilities, Mr Kenyon.
Johnson Kenyon: Aye, Captain. We'll look into it.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is there something you can prescribe Dr. Pavilion? Coffee is not cutting it.
Chirakis: Take as many engineers as you need, especially those who are not falling asleep.
Dacia Sandero: Anyone in science also feeling the same symptoms as the others?
Annisha: Are au learning a new language?
Nijil tr'Korjata: Leai. :: and shakes his head ::
mimipavilion: ::begins a scan:: Let me get a scan in and figure out what's going on.
Chirakis: ::always checking the tactical monitors:::
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I have noticed a few, which prompted me to come here since I have not been affected.
Annisha: Well, I know what that is. :: she broke the embrace :: What is ie?
Johnson Kenyon: ::Chirakis:: I'll give the orders.
Tarisa: This all seems more than everyone being overworked.
Nijil tr'Korjata: Ioe.
Chirakis: Excellent. Carry on.
Annisha: Oh, that is almost Rihan.
Johnson Kenyon: ::takes an empty console on the CnC and starts relaying orders::
Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: What are their sleep patterns like? Lot of over time? ::nods:: Yeah, Nijil is particularly adversely affected as well, even speaking to be in some strange language...
Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Lt Kenyon to Medical.
Tarisa: ::Tilts her head curiously.:: A strange language?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: In an effort of completeness, I had a dream. Is there any reason I would think you are chasing me while I'm on a mission? I look for you and I can't find you. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Don't know what language it is. Though I am no linguistics expert. +Kenyon+ Medical here, go ahead?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps his head :: Atonu o se manuaga o le ulu.
Dacia Sandero: Almost sounds Polynesian.
Amanda Davis PhD: ::using a tricorder, she examines Jake's synapses, and they seem better than before:::
mimipavilion: ::Hears Cayne:: Cayne that's odd.
Annisha: :: She shrugs :: I don't know what au said. :: The same server brings over a doughnut to Annisha :: Oh! :: eats ::
Tarisa: Polynesian?
Dacia Sandero: An Earth language of the Pacific Region.
Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ The Captain has asked me to investigate if there is something being sent through the station that is affecting nearly everyone.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: If you are chasing after me there are far easier methods than in my dreams, however it feels sinister.
Tarisa: I see. ::Hears Kenyon.::
Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ but, honestly, I haven't been affected and it would be helpful if I could narrow the parameters.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Many of my missions involved isolation. Perhaps that's coming to bite my in the backside.
mimipavilion: I wouldn't chase, unless it was an emergency.
Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ That's an interesting theory. Would explain a lot... yes, we'll help in any way we can.
Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::seems to be waking up:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Nice to know you would though. Other than old what does your scanner say?
Chirakis: ::watching the tactical monitors as she mulls over her dream last night... and Lt Garand's black eye:::
Johnson Kenyon: +Dr Sandero+ Do you have any idea what we should look for?
Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ I'm not seeming to be affected either, seems to be the people who having been overworking recently such as the case with your department in particular.
Annisha: :: Eats :: Au should see a doctor.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: does a 'na, really' gesture ::
mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: Well, nothing that's hasn't been seen.
Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ I've instituted a buddy policy in engineering to make sure we catch those so affected early.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: So it's true...
mimipavilion: What is, commander?
Amanda Davis PhD: ::Jake:: Good morning, Lieutenant. How are you?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: My old. :: smiles ::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Maybe it's the mileage.
Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::weakly:: Hey Doc. Not too bad. Head still hurts, but other than that, I'm good.
mimipavilion: ::a little concerned:: ok
Dacia Sandero: ::looks at Tarisa:: +Kenyon+ That, I'm not sure. But I think that's a good start, since their fatigue would make them more susceptible to any theoretical mind controlling properties::
Annisha: :: Also gets a drink :: This better not be coffee... :: drinks ::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks around :: Sorry Doc, just watching my back more than usual.
Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ I'll stop by shortly and review any findings you might have.
Chirakis: :::moves toward Scott::: (w) Commander... is it possible that there is more than just the air ducts affecting us?
mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: Don't blame you.
Dacia Sandero: +kenyon+ Sure, two heads are better than one.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: wipes a tear from Annisha's cheek ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving the console and heading for the TL at CnC::
Chirakis: ::as she looks at the tactical monitors:::
Annisha: :: frowns :: Dreams father.
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: (w) Something being transmitted through the ducts you mean?
Chirakis: Yes.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I know. Say, how are you doing?
mimipavilion: Not tired if that's what you're getting at?
Annisha: That planet I was on... :: changes her tone :: We need to teach the computer whatever au are saying.
Scott Coleridge: If it is, it isn't good.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods ::
Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> :::looks past Amanda::: Oh.. there she is. She's come to visit.
Johnson Kenyon: ::enters TL:: Medical
Amanda Davis PhD: ::turns:: Oh... how nice of.... ::blinks:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Oh sure, but I was thinking of...you know.
Amanda Davis PhD: Who are you talking about, Lieutenant?
mimipavilion: Me being widowed.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Right.
Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving on Medical deck, walking down to Medical::
Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> That gorgeous woman standing by my bead. Don't even know her name.
Scott Coleridge: For a naturally-occurring substance to cause such a specific set of symptoms across multiple species? No, if there's something more to this than simple fatigue, I'd lay my latinum on it being designed. Engineered.
Johnson Kenyon: ::entering medical, looking for Dr. Sandero::
Annisha: :: places her hand atop his :: We'll figure it out and maybe stop the station from spinning.
mimipavilion: I'm fine. Now I have to deal with a station of personnel and civilians who need my attention.
Chirakis: ::turns to look at Scott rather than the tac console::: Engineered for a certain group or species?
Amanda Davis PhD: Um... ::looking around:: Lieutenant, there is no one there.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: rolls his eyes :: Tatou faʻamoemoe i ai.
Dacia Sandero: ::still looking at the reports:::
Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> Huh? Yes there is... she's right....
Tarisa: Anything in particular in my system that is helping?
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Tries his version of sign language, indicating he wanted to hear about Annisha's dream ::
Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> Uh.. she's gone.
Tarisa: ::Tail starts to swish.::
Scott Coleridge: Yes. Something that affects multiple humanoid species. Some kind of airborne chemical. Or, you know... maybe a virus. An actual biological one this time, not a computer one. Obviously.
Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::heavy sigh::
Annisha: What? :: studied him for a moment :: Oh. About the man I killed. I dreamed it over and over.
Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Tarisa and Dr. Sandero::
Scott Coleridge: But if this is another type of attack, it seems like a very ineffectual one, compared to the chaos created by the systems virus.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil looked shakened, hoping this trama had left her ::
Chirakis: (w) And how exactly would that work besides making certain species ill or acting strangely?
Dacia Sandero: ::scans again:: I'll have to perform a more detailed scan to determine, though I guess I could also say that of myself if that is the case.
Johnson Kenyon: ::moves to Tarisa and Dr. Sandero, listens::
Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::relaxes into the bed::: She was... so... beautiful.... ::sleeps:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: Okay, but if you ever want to talk. Let me know.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: remains seated on the biobed, resting for a moment ::
mimipavilion: ::slight glare:: I'll think about it.
Scott Coleridge: Keep in mind this is all outside my area of expertise. You'd be better off consulting science or medical. But we're looking at something that involves neurotransmitter and hormone inhibitors.
Dacia Sandero: Hello. We were just trying to see if there was anything in Tarisa, or my biology that's acting as immunity to what 's happening to the others. It's worth a check.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: hops off the bed ::
Tarisa: ::Catches a scent, turns to Kenyon.::
Scott Coleridge: It could interfere with melatonin production, stimulate adenosine receptors... basically act like a stimulant.
Johnson Kenyon: Doctor, do you drink coffee by any chance?
Chirakis: ::considers that:: I will.
Tarisa: Are any other telepaths being affected?
Scott Coleridge: I don't know how it could cause nightmares, but certain psychotropic drugs can induce those, so it's possible.
Dacia Sandero: None of the other Betazoids on the station seem to be affected by this, to my knowledge. Me? No, I tend to drink tea over coffee.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks for the door :: I'll be on my way. :: exits ::
Dacia Sandero: Not that I know of ::;to Tarisa::
Annisha: :: munches on he doughnut ::
mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: You're free to go.
Johnson Kenyon: Is it possible that the problem is affected by those who drink coffee or other stimulants?
Chirakis: ::quirks a brow::: I will consult Dr Pavilion and whomever else needs to collaborate.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: nods then leaves ::
Dacia Sandero: Possible.. it was a coffee I made that caused the replicators to malfunction.
Scott Coleridge: Would you like me to go to medical and have them run tests on me, given my rough sleep the night before? I had a great sleep last night.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Passes others entering medical ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hugs her again, harder this time ::
Johnson Kenyon: you think there's a link between the coffee made by the replicators?
Annisha: Ugh, I'm fine father.
mimipavilion: ::walks over to Dacia and the others::
Chirakis: ::nods::: Excellent idea. When they are done, they can examine me for my strange dreams.
Dacia Sandero: It's possible.
Chirakis: (prepare to pause)
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks behind him, seeing if he's being followed ::
Johnson Kenyon: I think we need to scan the coffee then.
Dacia Sandero: ::nods::
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: Thank you
Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Thank you for our 100% attendance.
Chirakis: Stand by for the TBS
Chirakis: TBS will be 7 hours, which will bring us to 2 pm.
Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge?
Scott Coleridge: Nope
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Dacia Sandero: Wouldn't that be 6 hours, since it's 8 am?
Nijil tr'Korjata: To the airlock with you Dacia...
Dacia Sandero: lol
Chirakis: It's late. Let's make it 7 and 3 pm
Dacia Sandero: Ok cool
Chirakis: It's been a long, tiring week.
Dacia Sandero: Ahh
Johnson Kenyon: that will make it 2nd shift
Chirakis: You can have your nibbles. Your tea would be at 4 pm
Chirakis: Yes, it will, Mr Kenyon.
Johnson Kenyon: wait... we have 4 shifts... so yes, 2nd shift.
Chirakis: Anything else?
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

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