The Blu Prints -- Season 19 - 101115

[STSF_BluRox 0]

The Blu Prints: A sarcastic, irreverent summary of last weeks simlog.

 

bluflash -> ::Starts looking for his folding chair:: Want me to grab you a drink Rue?

Blu> OMG, new ensign’s app just hit our mail, and he’s already hitting on the XO of our rescue ship? Boy has some brass ones! He’ll do alright here, seems to be a trait……

 

STSF_BluRox -> I'd like to welcome the crew of the Excalibur, who are being kind enough to work with us the next few sims and on that same note, if you all can attend on Sunday evening at 10pm EST, we will be working jointly there with them as well.

LtCmdrRobinson -> work with us? Those fools! They have no idea what they’ve gotten into

Fae -> :: wonders if 'kind' really applies to Victria tonight... ::

Fiona Weber -> (That implies we *want* to be around them!)

Victria -> (( ::bites anyone that comes close:: ))

Jameson Bardolph -> ((can try; not sure))

Heather Jamieson -> Nom nom

Rue Wydown -> ((Now, now, now. Just because our ship is in one piece there's no reason to be jealous))

STSF_BluRox -> now now Fiona, it's that, or another 13 years of Robinson's breeding before we get anywhere. Just think, you could run a nursery in Medical.

LtCmdrRobinson -> im up for the 13 more years of breeding!

Fiona Weber -> (Ugh. I'm not sure what's worse.)

 

Fae -> :: At Ops/Helm of a wonderfully intact starship speeding through the eternal dark. ::

Blu> Ok, ok…rub it in!!

 

STSF_BluRox -> (( if we may, Excalibur with a @))

Rue Wydown -> ((Excal crew, please adopt a @ so we know who's where))

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::out on the hull of the ship patching things up::

STSF_BluRox -> ((only because.. !@#$%^&*()_+ is an already Trademarked away team tag on Republic ))

 

Admiral Atragon-9 -> ::buying Jujubees at the concession stand and heading for the balcony::

Blu> Really? Jujubees? Dude, it’s all about the Twizzers……

 

Fiona Weber -> ::1/2 awake, 1/2 asleep, and all cranky::

Blu> Fiona’s all better now it seems.

 

STSF_BluRox -> ::mumbles to self: It’s that spotted despot on my bridge's fault

Blu> Now that we have the new XO’s role defined…

 

Rue Wydown -> @I'm still not getting a full picture of what they ran into. Republic it's a galaxy class, right? How can they lose a Stardrive?

Fae -> @ Talking to the shuttle crew people, it's a long story involving an alien race, a wormhole, much weapons fire, an artificial being taking over the Stardrive, and then it gets interesting.

Victria -> @ ::Working the TAC station on the bridge, Victria glanced up at Rue's question.:: Negligence?

Fae -> @ The shuttle people didn't mention negligence.

Rue Wydown -> @*Then* it gets interesting. :;snorts:: And negligence would indicate that they just misplaced it, not blew it up.

Fae -> @ Yah. I gather the blowing up part was a result of the weapons fire, but that the stardrive blew up on the edge of the wormhole and amongst hostile ships was not negligence.

Blu> It’s not like we just misplaced the keys, sheezzz…..

 

 

Fiona Weber -> ::cranky::

Fiona Weber -> If you like him so much, just *keep* him.

Fiona Weber -> I'll just go die somewhere quiet.

Blu> Promises promises?

 

LtCmdrRobinson -> ::strips out of the eva suit and heads off to find his Wife®::

Blu> Perhaps you should have waited until you got to your quarters for that type of thing!

 

Fiona Weber -> I don't know why she gets to go and I can't.

Jameson Bardolph -> Qel -> Fiona, she hit her head. You had an alien fetus consuming you via your spinal column. The math is not difficult.

Blu> Hey Fiona…..nonny, nonny, nonny!!!

 

Fae -> @ :: Starts the hail ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> SIr, we're being hailed. It's the Excalibur.

Blu> Not sure our hull can take even rain, let alone hail!

 

Fiona Weber -> ::basically just reduced to sniping about insignificant things now::

Blu> See, she IS feeling better!

 

Capt Rian Kwai -> ::doing a chair dance in celebration, then presses her own commbadge::

Blu> Uhm yea, chair dance….fortunately we know we promoted you on this ship, or we’d now be wondering about that …..

 

Rue Wydown -> @Victria, how are we looking on long range sensors? :: wondering what the damage really looks like::

STSF_BluRox -> Basically, Republic is missing it's Stardrive, and the saucer section has been pretty dinged up, almost to where it looks more like a 'waffle' than a saucer"

Heather Jamieson -> Mmm, waffles

Ayumu Kasuga -> Leggo my eggo

LtCmdrRobinson -> yeah but its OUR waffle

Blu> With some strategic placement, we could perhaps anchor it just after the wormhole, and open up our own Gamma Quadrant WaffleHouse

August Jax Robinson -> I am knocked up! save me!

LtCmdrRobinson -> when ain’t you, Jax®?

Fiona Weber -> (I offered you a solution for that...)

Blu> Snippity snip…

 

Heather Jamieson -> :: grabs a hold of Joy's hand in relief, then back to hold her head ::

Joy -> :: smiles ::

Blu> Not even going to ask why she’s holding Joy’s head

 

Rue Wydown -> @::walks over to Victria's station, wants to see what this ship looks like:: m Bloody hell...::frowns::

Rue Wydown -> @Looks like engineering is going to have to help batten down the hatches, or we'll be trailing space garbage back around in our wake.

Cptn Corizon -> @+Republic+ At this point, DS9 is a lot closer. We're only about a week from there, but about two to three from Camelot.

August Jax Robinson -> ::Shakes head:: no.. not that kinda sick

STSF_BluRox -> +Excalibur+ I'd like to have a meeting with you and your XO when you arrive if you would? DS9 will be fine, as long as the engineers determine our structural integrity can handle the wormhole. I believe we can, but I'll let both of our engineering departments decide that.

Victria -> @ ::She pointed out some of the worst areas, pulling them up for closer inspection.:: Their power reserves are low in nearly all systems.

Fae -> @ :: Starts considering driving a tow through the hole ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> Another wormhole? Really now Blu, what did the last two wormholes do to us again?

STSF_BluRox -> points to him!! His idea, not mine!

 

Jameson Bardolph -> ((well, that was rather disquieting; laptop just...stopped. o.o ))

LtCmdrRobinson -> ((Cause you were looking at my wife again so I sent you a virus))

Blu> At least he didn’t shoot you Barcode.

 

Laarell -> @ ::heads over to behind Victria, just on the verge of crowding, to look over her shoulder at the scanners::

Laarell -> @ For the love of the gods, that's not a ship. It's a... piece.

Victria -> @ ::She nodded, zooming in on the damage.:: They are going to need extensive repairs. Several areas of hull damage as well. I do not imagine they will be stable for the wormhole unless their engineers shore up the worst of it. With our help, perhaps.

Laarell -> @ ::leans over Victria, definitely crowding her a bit, switching views:: How are they even still in one... well, this one... piece?

Rue Wydown -> @Duct tape? :;answering Laarell's question to Victria::

STSF_BluRox -> you fight ~10 pursing ships, with another 40 on the way, an unstable wormhole and an exploding star drive, and see how good you look!

 

STSF_BluRox -> You and I....later we talk.

Capt Rian Kwai -> ::an apologetic look, wondering if it was the forced visit to medical or response earlier that did it::q Sorry. ::frowns:

Blu> Oh oh…someone’s in trouble now…

Victria -> @ ::She turned to peer at Laarell, inches away from her neck. And she smiled, fangs bared.::

Laarell -> ::unfazed::

Laarell -> ::switches again, back to the other view:: Lord they're vulnerable.

Victria -> @ Get your own display. This one is important. ::She flicked Laarell's hands away and changed the terminal back to long range sensors.::

Laarell -> @ ::gives Victria the "watch it" look, saunters off towards her own console::

Victria -> @ ::Glaring at the back of Laarell's head for a moment.::

Blu> Meowwwww….catfight much?

 

 

Fiona Weber -> ::having half-awake dream-thoughts of yellow jello::

Fiona Weber -> ::smells the "white paste" mashed potatoes and the jello::

Fiona Weber -> ::propped, starts picking at the jello::

Fiona Weber -> ::plays with the jello::

Fiona Weber -> I hate my life.

Blu> Everybody loves Jello

 

Cptn Corizon -> @ ::lifts his brow:: Weber?

Cptn Corizon -> @ ::Ears pin up::

Cptn Corizon -> @ ::Pulls up the Republics crew manifest:: I'll be damned.

Blu> Oh? Something of interest here perhaps?

 

STSF_BluRox -> +Excalibur+ Our chief engineer is also very close to giving birth and could stand a check up in light of things.

Capt Rian Kwai -> She's going to kill you for that.

Jameson Bardolph -> ((lol))

Jameson Bardolph -> ((no one trusts the klingon...))

Capt Rian Kwai -> ((Would you?))

Jameson Bardolph -> ((probably not))

Jameson Bardolph -> ((then again, I'm the one who's getting a kick out of NPCing Fiona's breakfast))

Jameson Bardolph -> ((so who's to say my judgment means anything))

Fiona Weber -> (lunch!)

Jameson Bardolph -> ((lunch))

Blu> You’d think this was the Hood…

 

Cptn Corizon -> @ The Admiral? Better get out the best Fancy Feast...

Rue Wydown -> @Be nice now.

Cptn Corizon -> @ ::Wonders if the Cait prefers Tuna or some other variety of cat food::

Blu> Alrighty then, looks like dog jokes will be fair game after all….

STSF_BluRox -> just admiral and captain coming to see Milk Bone boy

Cptn Corizon -> @ ::Smiles extends a clawed hand, though he had them mostly retracted:: The one and only.

Blu> Would remind him she has very sharp pointy cat claws, but in light of his answering her distress call, decides to be polite, and let the young male have his testosterone moment…

 

LtCmdrRobinson -> Why did I marry you again?

August Jax Robinson -> Drunk

LtCmdrRobinson -> Oh thats right. ::grins:: Worked out pretty good so far though.

Blu> A lot to be said for honesty!

 

Fiona Weber -> ::no idea about anyone outside of the ICU, pretty much just concerned with the jello::

Fiona Weber -> ::failing to get it off of the blanket and the hospital gown, groans:: This is the worst day I've ever had.

Qel-> Dr. Weber has faced a tremendous enemy and has vanquished it...for the most part. The recovery is still being waged.

Fiona Weber -> ::trying to look as dignified as she can, given the jello, the gown, the looking like death warmed over, and the general anguish::

Blu> However, is still losing to the Jello.

 

Cptn Corizon -> @ So you all scratched the paint a bit, eh?

STSF_BluRox -> @ Just a wee bit. If we might go somewhere where we can sit down and talk, we'll fill you in on the bit of trouble we ran into out here, some other survivors we were able to save, and I also have a little something special you might like.

Fiona Weber -> (Give him a nice little doggy treat, he'll like that)

Fiona Weber -> (You know, pup-eroni)

Ayumu Kasuga -> < a new chewtoy!>

STSF_BluRox -> <hey, he at least has claws, he's more similar to me than you pink soft monkeys>

Cptn Corizon -> << This is true >>

 

 

[Fiona Weber] Where did you say you were from?

[Victria] Dr. Lily Truman> Excalibur. A ship. Outside. We heard your distress call and are helping out. ::Smiles.:: Are you in pain? Because I have some lovely drugs.

[Fiona Weber] ::nearly chokes::

[Fiona Weber] You must be joking.

[Fiona Weber] Not Excalibur. Not *that* Excalibur.

[Fiona Weber] ::Worst. Day. Ever.::

[Fiona Weber] ::Almost.::

[Victria] Dr. Lily Truman> ::Blinks.:: You've heard of it? I've only been assigned a short time, but I get that reponse from people a lot. I haven't the foggiest idea why.

[Fiona Weber] Corizon's Excalibur?

Blu> Yep..something definitely going on there…

 

[sTSF_BluRox] @ ::passes over a small box, containing several isolinear chips:: Fully updated and expanded quadrant maps. May they come of good use to you.

[Cptn Corizon] @ ::Recalls from the mission dossier that Republic had been sent out on deep range exploration away from Dominion space, much as Excalibur had been sometime before, but bets that they hadn't really been looking for the Dominon Holy Grail::

[Fae] (Careful not to give them Holly by mistake.)

[sTSF_BluRox] <NA, she was on the blue chips>

 

[Cptn Corizon] I am like one of those rescue dogs.

[Cptn Corizon] I even bring whiskey.

[Fiona Weber] Arf. Arf. Arf.

[Fiona Weber] Did we turn on the UT for barking.

[Cptn Corizon] Oh Fi-fi

[Fiona Weber] I don't think I have enough time to brush up on my Yip and Growl dialects.

Blu> Sets the UT on Bark.

[Capt Rian Kwai 0]

[Cptn Corizon] I am like one of those rescue dogs.

[Cptn Corizon] I even bring whiskey.

[Fiona Weber] Arf. Arf. Arf.

[Fiona Weber] Did we turn on the UT for barking.

[Cptn Corizon] Oh Fi-fi

[Fiona Weber] I don't think I have enough time to brush up on my Yip and Growl dialects.

Blu> Sets the UT on Bark.

 

 

I gotta point out - We got Whiskey too on our ship. Mind you he's a security officer who likes to pester the married Chief Engineer, but he's our Whiskey just the same.