USS Republic - Nov 26 2012

[Capt Rian Kwai 0]

Capt Rian Kwai -> USS Republic Mission Briefing Season 21 - 51211.26 The crew have been trying to enjoy their time while maintaining their covert status, but don’t seem to be able to relax, just waiting for that next mission parameter to fall. Each room’s computer system shows that each group has received a communications, and the message light is blinking. Meanwhile, Blu has become a bit agitated and has called for Heather and Christina to meet her in her ready room shortly. Meanwhile, the weapons auction continue while Trepp debates how best to deal with it, and obtain the information he was sent here to find out.

 

Capt Rian Kwai -> ~~~Begin Sim~~~

Capt Rian Kwai -> ~~~Begin Sim~~~

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::enters their Hotel room:: I think I need a nap

Capt Rian Kwai -> ::glancing at her PADD to check the readings, the tracking device of each of the crew showing on a map of the area::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::with old John, finishing their hiking:: Let's head back to our room. I'd like to change out of this.

Jameson Bardolph -> &::still with Tory and Rue and Trepp::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::sprawls out on the bed:: me first.

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Right.

Tory Knight -> & ::still acting (?) a bit drunk, providing a diversion and cover, leaning on Bardolph -- er, Han -- as they manage their way down a corridor::

Rue Wydown -> & & Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me.

Heather Jamieson -> ::Heather now had her uniform on. She appeared as a patchwork of colors, her skin, hair and uniform ::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Climbs into bed, closes eyes:: There is a message....... go listen to it ::Pushes him off the bed::

ltcdrtrepp -> & ::Trudges down the beach with the other inebriants ::

Tory Knight -> & ::and making their way down the beach, having finally made it out of the hotel::

Jameson Bardolph -> &::playing up (and, he must admit, rather enjoying) the "drunk couple on vacation" thing, but keeping his eyes peeled for any sign they're on the right track, stumbles a bit in the loose sand::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: The couple made there way back to their hotel room, having dropped off their packs. The beach they passed looked as busy as before and the entrance to the hotel much the same :: This is the place.

Tory Knight -> & ::leaning on "Han", stumbles a bit as he does, but helps them to recover, giggling::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ The place for what?

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> The hotel.. :: points ::

Rue Wydown -> & & &Soooooooooooooo....::trots up to catch up with Trepp::

Tory Knight -> & ::eyes darting around, keeping senses on alert for trouble::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Oh, oh. ::Enters the hotel and heads up to their room::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::heads over to check the message:: You are not fair.

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> I don't think many looked at you on our way back.. The color thing.

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::taps the panel to play it::

 

ltcdrtrepp -> & Do you get teased by your name? Like "You'll rue the day you messed with me!"?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Well, not that they could see much with my headscarf, but yes. With all these other aliens on the planet, I'm just another average Joe.

Heather Jamieson ->:: Heather made her last minute preparations. How do you accent green skin? ::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() I know ::Smiles::

Tory Knight -> Kent> ::scowling as he brings up the rear, having been left behind by Rue::

Jameson Bardolph -> &Tory> ::in an undertone:: Seeing anything?

 

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION: Will reads his message - Your next mission, is to attend a local auction, where you are to obtain at least one 'lot' of the items being sold. You have 300 for this part of your mission to spend.

 

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Perhaps if someone asks if I've ever met an Orion girl I can say. "Once.." :: smiles ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Ha ha... ::Enters their room::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: Enters their room :: Hey, a message. :: points ::

Tory Knight -> & ::shaking her head:: Nothing out of the ordinary... well, for Risa, at least. ::smirks, knowing expression as she looks to one of the more...rotund...gentlemen on the beach, his Horgon on display::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() I told YOU we should have went to that auction!

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::Looks at the blinking light:: Ahh, back to work.

Rue Wydown -> & & Oh I'd have gone with the more unconventional Kangaroo reference. ::toothy grin:: Just see it as a sigh of jealousy that they don't have a strange and unusual name.

Heather Jamieson -> :: Heather heads out of her quarters and towards the meeting with the Admiral ::

Jameson Bardolph -> &:;follows her gaze and almost chokes laughing::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Auction?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Sits up:: So lets go

Tory Knight -> & ::clears her throat, but giggles anyway, acting up the part::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Fixes her hair, scowls at Will:: when is it

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Wonder what the 'lot' is? :: thinks :: What if the bid goes more than 300?

Tory Knight -> Kent> ::follows their gaze, then groans, scowling deeper as he follows::

Capt Rian Kwai -> ::frowning, glancing at the readings, then back up:: (q) So some are out sailing, some are in the rooms, and some are....well......drunk.

Jameson Bardolph -> &Woulda had a bit more back at the bar if I'd known that was coming.

 

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION: Ayumu and John get this message: Your next mission is to attend a local auction, where you are to obtain at least one 'lot' of the items being sold. You have 300 for this part of your mission to spend.

 

Tory Knight -> Kent> ::mutters:: No kidding.

ltcdrtrepp -> & Unusual name? 'Trepp' has been a bit of a curse too. It was 'RUE'-mored that's the ship I was conceived on....

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> What costs up to 300?

Tory Knight -> & Feel rather sorry for the working girl who draws the short straw...

Ayumu Kasuga -> @ I don't know.. a small phaser? A grenade?

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Well it doesn’t say what auction. Just A auction.

Jameson Bardolph -> &Heh...

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: Looks at Kasuga for a moment ::

Rue Wydown -> & & I bet you got Star Wars references. "It's a Trepp!"

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: sits on the bed ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Or a lot of fruit? I don't know

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() well look it up smarty

Tory Knight -> Kent> ::muttering about "fishy" situations...::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Doesn't say what kind of auction it is.

Heather Jamieson -> :: Heather enters the lift closest to her quarters ::

Jameson Bardolph -> & Hey, buddy...you know how far it is to where we're going? ::conversationally calling up to the front of the group::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ What auctions are upcoming in the area? Will we know it when we see it?

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> It does not. Hopefully it's not a Ferengi one. THOSE you have to be careful with, make sure not cheating..

ltcdrtrepp -> & It's that hotel right up there. ""points to another resort about 1/2 mile up ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::Changing into another set of clothing and readjusts her headscarf::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() There are all kinds of auctions. ::shows a list::

Capt Rian Kwai -> ::slips off the rock and decides head into the hotel to scout it out::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: John had his head turned the entire time, not even noticing her change ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Oh this one has monkeys!

Heather Jamieson -> :: The lift for Heather stops, someone gets on. ::

Jameson Bardolph -> &One hotel to another. ::sotto voce:: I could get used to this sorta work.

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() I am not buying a monkey, one is enough

Rue Wydown -> & & ::glancing back to Kent, silly giggling:: It's a Trepp! Get it?

Heather Jamieson -> :: The lift continues. She can feel her being watched, but says and does nothing ::

Tory Knight -> Kent> I get it; I get it...

 

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION> The Robinson's receive another message: If still interested, final round of bidding will take place tonight during the laser light show, in the rear gardens.

 

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::Finishes changing into her new get up::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: Turns to see her in something different :: Whoa.. guess it would be my turn. :: heads to the shower ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ All right. I'll keep checking these auctions.

Capt Rian Kwai -> ::takes a seat in the lobby, pretending to read a book on her PADD as she watches the blips on her screen move around::

Jameson Bardolph -> &::snorts::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: Muffled :: Yeah, would be nice to know what we are getting.

ltcdrtrepp -> & We get it Rue... we're not that drunk...

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Hmm

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Replicates something to ware to this thing::

ltcdrtrepp -> & ::already rues making the joke ::

Rue Wydown -> & & Speak for yourself. ::teasing::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::pulls up the other message:: Well, I guess this one is it.

Heather Jamieson -> :: Heather exits the lift, leaving the other officer without a word. She makes her way to the conference room door. Chimes in ::

ltcdrtrepp -> & ::rue-grets it, even...:::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: Finds himself a nice, neutral colored get-up ::

Rue Wydown -> & ::well, isn't he a Trepp::

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: arrives at the hotel ::: OK... Want to walk up to where I saw the signal?

Tory Knight -> & ::mutters to "Han":: Some of us aren't even tipsy...

 

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION> Messages on the resort information board list several local auctions: Monkeys - A barrel of fun. 10 am in Plaza Square............ Hor'ghan's and You: Seeking your Inner Pleasures 8pm Hotel Garden Foyer ... Aldebarn Wines - 3pm Merchant's Place

 

Rue Wydown -> & & As you all ready pointed out, we're not *that* drunk.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Oooh. Monkeys!

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: Comes back out in his neutral green attire, walks up to the board :: Inner pleasures....

ltcdrtrepp -> & That’s good. After our little adventure is over I'd hate for you to think I took advantage of your inebriated state. :: winks :: OK, let's find the stairs

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Aldebarn wines? ::Reading::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> It's possible to go to each one.

Heather Jamieson -> :: Heather chimes the conference room once more ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Yeah. The monkey auction is first.

Jameson Bardolph -> &::gives Tory a sideways wink at her comment, then eyes the back of Trepp's head thoughtfully at *his* last comment::

Jameson Bardolph -> &:;becoming increasingly curious as to what they're going to find::

ltcdrtrepp -> & ::finds an elevator :: Going up to floor 5...

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() move it ::Finishes changing::

Rue Wydown -> & ::counting on the Major to rescuing her cute behind if she does get in over her head:: And you think it'd be a good idea to go straight to the source instead of stealthily checking it out.

Heather Jamieson -> :: Lt. Jamieson enters the conference room ::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> What time is it now?

STSF_BluRox -> (in ready room...not conference room...lol)

Rue Wydown -> & & ::raises a brow:: We could be more sneaky about this. Like dressing up as the help. No one notices the help.

Heather Jamieson -> (oh)

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() I'm always ready.

STSF_BluRox -> (we'll magic edit you over)

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::points at a chrono::

STSF_BluRox -> Enter....

Heather Jamieson -> :: Enters :: Oh. Reporting as ordered. I had the wrong door at first.:: Stands ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> (lol!)

 

ltcdrtrepp -> & No one notices a bunch of drunk ass tourists on Risa, either... ::smiles at her::: We have the perfect cover.

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Grabs purse, heads to the door::

Tory Knight -> & ::arching her brow in silent inquiry to Bardolph::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> I can't read your chrono from over here. Can you read me the time aloud?

ltcdrtrepp -> & ::feels the pomegranate mojito wearing off and the adrenaline kicking in a bit ::

Jameson Bardolph -> &::follows him into the elevator; catches Tory's eye and shakes his head "I don't know"::

Heather Jamieson -> :: Heather stands just inside the door. It hisses shut ::

Capt Rian Kwai -> ::wondering why two of the blips have gone down to another hotel, maybe they're going to the all you can eat buffet::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Oh, sorry.

Jameson Bardolph -> &::bearing becomes noticeably straighter as his senses start to kick into a higher attention::

Jameson Bardolph -> (( "Risa's All-U-Can-Eat Buffet Bar N Weapons Auction"))

STSF_BluRox -> I'll be out in a second :: calling out from the small power room to the side::

ltcdrtrepp -> & ::stumbles out as the door opens onto the 5th floor, headed to the NE corner ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::follows his bossy wife®::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::the boss::

Heather Jamieson -> Alright. :: Hears the Admiral's voice off to the side ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::to John:: It's (whatever time it is on the planet lol)

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Looks over flyers on the actions::

ltcdrtrepp -> & Time for a drinking sogg guys... what was the one you were doing on the beach?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() how do we know which one to go to?

STSF_BluRox -> From behind the door> And NOT a word out of you about this.....

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Oh.. I forgot the local time differences. That's probably controls too.

Jameson Bardolph -> &::steps off the elevator, giving a quick glance and listen around::

Rue Wydown -> & & ::high pitch over the top giggle:: Mombo jambo.

Heather Jamieson -> (Heather will need a vivid description)

STSF_BluRox -> ::steps out, and her lovely golden coat, now dyed a dark black with light highlighted tips

Tory Knight -> & ::giggling a bit, senses on high alert... as they could have just walked in to a trap...::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ I'll bet. I wonder if we do have to go to all of them. We'll need at least one.

Tory Knight -> & ::maintaining the illusion is more difficult now that she's a little more concerned about their situation::

Heather Jamieson -> Ohh :: holds her lips ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() The one that takes place in the rear garden tonight. We got the notice for it right after the first message.

Heather Jamieson -> :: Comes over to the Admiral :: It's very nice. :: Almost goes to touch the tips ::

Jameson Bardolph -> &::trying to find a balance between his security training and maintaining their cover; surreptitiously angles his back to a wall::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() you would think they would have put it in one message

August Jax Robinson -> Yeoman> ::Slaps Heather's hand::

 

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION: additional auctions listed in the classified ads include Rare Exotic Bagged Milks of the Galaxy, Round Bacon, and Fine Chocolates

 

Heather Jamieson -> Hey. :: gives the yeoman her best Orion glare ::

STSF_BluRox -> ::backs up:: Don't touch.... it's still drying

Jameson Bardolph -> &Rue> How's that one go again? ::faint smile::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Bagged milks? What kind of society uses those?

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: makes mental note... bring extra alcohol for the drunks you plan to use as cover. Adrenaline is a pain in the butt. :::

Tory Knight -> & ::recognizing what Bardolph is trying to do, nods once at him, then tries to cover another angle.... without looking like she was trying to cover the other angle::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() if we have time and left over Money... we should get chocolate

Heather Jamieson -> You look even more intimidating...sir.

STSF_BluRox -> Alright, where is Christina? ::narrows eyes a little::

Heather Jamieson -> She should be here shortly, last I spoke.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Lots of fine societies use bagged milk! Don't knock it till you tried it!\

Jameson Bardolph -> ((lol trepp :P))

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() All you want.

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: in slurred speech, sings whatever song it was they were singing on the beach. Loudly humming the tune when he doesn’t know the words makes for a wonderful addition to the drunken image ::

STSF_BluRox -> (now instead of looking like a furry cougar, is now doing the black panther look)

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ I just might go for that one... better than having a monkey

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Do they still exist? We wouldn't have a way to store them.

STSF_BluRox -> Well, hopefully it will keep me from being recognized as well. :: putting in the four gold loops back into her left ear

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::heads to the rear garden:: Ick.. sunlight

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ True.. the wines and other things are more manageable.

Rue Wydown -> & & HeHey mambo! mambo italiano! Hey mambo! mambo italiano! Go, go, Joe, shake like a Giovanno. ::::singing a new tune which doesn't match Trepp's, is used to people assuming she's weird or odd or 20 lbs of crazy in a 5 lb bag, so this is nothing new to her::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Can't go wrong with Chocolates. Earth starting running out of cocoa in shortly into the third war.

Jameson Bardolph -> &::shakes his head, chuckling::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() You're not a vampire

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ I heard it devastated Switzerland's economy

Jameson Bardolph -> &::hums along what he remembers from the previous round::

Tory Knight -> & Oh, train wreck...

STSF_BluRox -> Tell her to meet us on the shuttle. I'm going to have Johnson drop us off at a decoy ship that has been provided for us to continue to the planet on

Heather Jamieson -> Admiral, I presume Christina and myself are going with you?:: nods ::

Tory Knight -> & ::rolling her eyes and joining in Bardolph's refrain::

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: Trudges down the hallway to the room the blips were coming from ::

Heather Jamieson -> I'll inform her.

STSF_BluRox -> +Johnson+ Please meet me in the hanger deck, I need you to drop us off and return that shuttle to the ship

Jameson Bardolph -> &::follows along behind Trepp::

ltcdrtrepp -> & Here's our room guys! It has a Zero G Jacuzzi cell with respirators !

STSF_BluRox -> Seeing as I told you to meet me in the hanger bay, that would seem to be the obvious reason. but.... We need to have a serious talk on the way there

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> We should make our way to the soonest or closest auction. There are a few on the other side of Risa.

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: fumbles at the door ::

Jameson Bardolph -> &All the comforts of home...::deadpan::

Heather Jamieson -> Understood.

Rue Wydown -> & & ::a bit drunkenly:: Can't you open our room sugarplum?

Tory Knight -> & Hmmm. And me without my suit.

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: smiles at them both :: Aw shucks, we'll just have to adapt.

Tory Knight -> & ::intentionally slowing down her movements, making it appear she's still under the influence::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: Gets the isolinear biometric credit rod, makes a copy for Kasuga ::

 

STSF_BluRox -> $ Smith> ::keys his controller to make yet another bid and drive the price up on the Andorian::

 

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Thanks. We should head down soon and see if we can get something quick.

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: to Rue :: I'm trying! Trust me! You're hotter than a Tholian in heat and I am trying to get this damn door open!

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Takes a seat::

Tory Knight -> & ::shakes her head, shoving Trepp aside, and shoving a card into the reader::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: exits the hotel room and makes haste for the first auction location ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() I don’t even know what they are going to sell yet. This better not be useless junk.

Rue Wydown -> & & ::hiccups once, then madly giggles:: C'mon....I wanna see our rooooom.

Tory Knight -> & Too slow...

Jameson Bardolph -> &Tory> ::pondering one of a number of possible "Han"-ish responses, then just face palms as Trepp describes Rue::

STSF_BluRox -> $ Smith> ::had been following Trepp to see if he would go through with the plan, of if he was just another Intel stooge, that would most likely have to be ...... quietly disposed of.....along with those he was associating with

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() or something smelly

STSF_BluRox -> as they could be spies as well

Tory Knight -> & ::watches as smoke billows around it, then her card gets spit back out, the doors parting::

Jameson Bardolph -> &Huh.

ltcdrtrepp -> & Smoke? Weird...

Heather Jamieson -> :: Lt. Jamieson informs Christina to meet in the hangar bay ::

Rue Wydown -> & & I dunno smoke.

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> How far to the first auction?

ltcdrtrepp -> & ::: pounds on the door ::: Hey! Let us in our room!

STSF_BluRox -> Shady guy 2> :: sends Will another message, showing a few compression rifles, grenades and phase pistol::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::checks:: Another 100 meters east

Tory Knight -> Kent> ::stands down the corridor, scowling, but standing guard::

ltcdrtrepp -> & Or we'll call the manash... manashhhh.... manaGER!

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> This hotel sure has everything.

Jameson Bardolph -> &::sniffs cautiously at the smoke::

Heather Jamieson -> :: Heather awaits to leave with the Admiral ::

Tory Knight -> & ::takes her card and slips it back into the concealed pocket::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Orders a drink::

Capt Rian Kwai -> ::closing off the locater beacon program and sits back:: So far, they're not in trouble. That's good, yes?

Rue Wydown -> & & ::giggles again, sliding down the wall to the floor:: You, mate, should be sectioned.

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> This is the barrel of monkeys auction?

 

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION> CIRCUITS ARE FRIED AND THE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF, SPRINKLER GO OFF AND THE DOORS START OPENING AND CLOSING

 

Rue Wydown -> & & ::squeaks as the sprinklers go off, soaking her:: Heeeeeeyyy...I'm all wet!

Jameson Bardolph -> ::suddenly doused in a burst of cold water:: Ackpbthhhh!

Jameson Bardolph -> ::shakes his head like a startled dog::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Yes, it is. ::takes a seat somewhere in the middle-back:: I hope we don't have to get something here. What will we do with a monkey?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Although I do like to look at them.

Tory Knight -> & ::pursing her lips, thinking that wasn't part of the plan:: ::shrugs a shoulder:: I suppose I won't have to worry about the suit.

Tory Knight -> Kent> Gaaah! What the --?

ltcdrtrepp -> & Looks at Rue, a thousand jokes entering his mind at once, completely overwhelming his ability to select just one. Is actually frozen in indecision.

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> :: Pulls out a padd :: Hmm. Could be a reference to an old Earth game.. toys?

Jameson Bardolph -> ::grins drippily:: Nice to have one decision off the menu.

ltcdrtrepp -> & Mouth agape like a fish gulping at air it cant breathe....

Jameson Bardolph -> &::moves past Trepp to approach the rapidly opening/closing doors::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> That makes little sense.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::Scratches head:: If they start throwing their poop, I'm leaving.

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> Ha.. the game does not work that way.

Tory Knight -> & ::smirks at Bardolph as she follows him::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ How does it work?

LtCdrJohnson -> +Blu+ Johnson to Admiral BluRox, your shuttle is ready ma'am

STSF_BluRox -> +Johnson+ We're on our way

Rue Wydown -> & Boy, you really know how to show a girl a fun time, doncha. ::picking her wet self up off the floor and winks at Trepp:

Heather Jamieson -> :: Looks at the Admiral ::

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: looks into the room ::: After you buddy!

Jameson Bardolph -> &::catches the door with his hands as it moves open; lodges himself between it to hold it open::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Looks at Wilma:: how does this work.. hand signals... numbered paddles... wiggle the brow at them?

STSF_BluRox -> ::makes way to shuttle bay, amidst strange looks from the rest of the crew at the now black feline in a set of canvas pants and vest, and large gold earrings ...:: Back to your stations people...nothing to see here. ::worse yet, she was being trailed by 2 very green looking Orion women::

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: smiles at Rue , a Herculean effort to look at her face and not see what the water did to her outfit ::

Jameson Bardolph -> &::grunts as the door struggles against being jammed open:: Ow.

Heather Jamieson -> :: Keeps pace with the Admiral ::

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: tries to peer past him t what's inside ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Its my first auction, I thought you knew.

Tory Knight -> & ::smirks:: Big, strong man. ::squeezes his bicep, peering in, keeping her body low::

STSF_BluRox -> ::shakes head:: This is going to be a disaster....like a 6' black feline with 2 green women isn’t' going to draw attention.......::silently curses Admiral Calvert a bit for this idea::

Rue Wydown -> & ((No comment here on that one))

Jameson Bardolph -> &::rolls his eyes at her as the door shoves the back of his head::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() I have only been to fancy ones, not the rear garden type

STSF_BluRox -> ::enters the hanger bay and heads to the shuttle::: Sees Dave:: Not a word...understood?

Heather Jamieson -> Are we to be your property?

STSF_BluRox -> no!

Rue Wydown -> & ::wipes her bangs out of her face, then slips under Jameson's arms to gain entry to the room::

Heather Jamieson -> Okay.

STSF_BluRox -> Well, not exactly...

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: didn’t expect them to actually go into harm's way here... ::

Jameson Bardolph -> &All in, eh? Hurry up.

LtCdrJohnson -> ::to BluRox:: Yes Ma'am

Ayumu Kasuga -> : $:Watches the monkeys pass through the auction block::

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: gets into the room :::

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> They are real monkeys.. Hmm

STSF_BluRox -> Supposed to be delivering you to someone else in particular...part of the weapons deal, however....the Yridian and 2 women he had been with, had been intercepted, and....it seems someone decided they should not make it to this meeting

ltcdrtrepp -> & Hey! This isn’t our room! There's no Jacuzzi!

Rue Wydown -> & ::instant sober Wydown as soon as she ducks into the room, scanning the room quickly to see what trouble she's walked into::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::shrugs:: What'd you expect? ::checks her PADD:: There is a masonry auction taking place in 10 minutes.

ltcdrtrepp -> & :: in case there are occupants ::

Jameson Bardolph -> &Trepp> No, but we've got enough loose water to make one.

LtCdrJohnson -> ::gets into the shuttle and takes the pilots seat::

Tory Knight -> & ::scowling:: This is what I get for listening to...

August Jax Robinson -> Chip> ::Swings arm out and smacks Ayumu in the head:::

Heather Jamieson -> (Kasuga and I are going to have bags of milk, bricks and monkeys)

STSF_BluRox -> Alright...take us out and to these coordinates Dave...::hands him a pad

Tory Knight -> & ...to... What was your name again?

Jameson Bardolph -> ((the recipe for happiness))

Rue Wydown -> & ::toothy grin:: S'mbody'll be here soon to check on this.

Heather Jamieson -> $ John Grey> This is an odd vacation..

STSF_BluRox -> PAUSE SIM

STSF_BluRox -> PAUSE SIM

Ayumu Kasuga -> ::Paused::

LtCmdrRobinson -> ::psd::

Capt Rian Kwai -> Oh my

ltcdrtrepp -> We have soaked girls and a room on Risa and you go and pause sim. Sheesh...

Jameson Bardolph -> lol

August Jax Robinson -> bad monkey

STSF_BluRox -> I think it was best if we did so...and that move to some of that fan fic you see at the cons.....you know the table......the one with the long hair Spock?

Tory Knight -> ::gags::

Jameson Bardolph -> ((my favorite was Kirk and Spock silhouetted over the titanic))

August Jax Robinson -> I don't want to see Spock with Long hair and doing stuff

Tory Knight -> (( LOL ))

STSF_BluRox -> it was truly frightening....

Heather Jamieson -> Is the long haired Spock playing the Vulcan Harp?

Capt Rian Kwai -> So, any questions?

Tory Knight -> In a manner of speaking... Kirk is the one playing the Vulcan Harp. ::giggling::

August Jax Robinson -> He plays something... not a Harp O.o

Tory Knight -> ::cackle::

STSF_BluRox -> I'm afraid that's what's going on over there with Bardolph, Trepp, Rue and Kwai...

Tory Knight -> "I'm here to clean your pool."

Tory Knight -> "But I don't have a pool."

LtCdrJohnson -> Just want to say it's nice to be back after so long away from this :)

Jameson Bardolph -> Everyone else in the hotel pretty much hates us now lol

Rue Wydown -> & ::tosses her hair back in that "I just got out of the pool moment"::

Tory Knight -> They don't know it's us. ;)

August Jax Robinson -> Not the Robinson's..... Shockingly!!

Tory Knight -> ::gets splattered::

ltcdrtrepp -> =)

Capt Rian Kwai -> I blame Rue

Tory Knight -> Besides, it's not our hotel. It's the hotel where the gun runners are staying.

STSF_BluRox -> Just think how many couples...you just made very very unhappy

Jameson Bardolph -> True.

ltcdrtrepp -> we should have split up, and covered both hotels...

Tory Knight -> ...which might actually be worse.

STSF_BluRox -> considering there is a HORGHAN AUCTION going on

Tory Knight -> Now that I think about it.

Jameson Bardolph -> ::snickers::

Tory Knight -> Impromptu wet tee shirt contest?

Rue Wydown -> & If I don't get to have Horghan action, then nobody gets horghan action. ::pouts::

STSF_BluRox -> so we're judging Bardolph and Trepp in wet teeshirts?

Jameson Bardolph -> lol

Tory Knight -> ::popping back IC:: ::looks unimpressed at Trepp:: ::waggles brows at Bardolph::

ltcdrtrepp -> Trepp's an engineer... are you SURE you want this imagery in your mind?

Tory Knight -> ::pops back OOC::

STSF_BluRox -> rofl....yes, not security.....think...Barclay

Capt Rian Kwai -> I'm not sure I want any of this imagery in my mind.

ltcdrtrepp -> You don’t get to level 70 in WoW without doing a good bit of running...

Jameson Bardolph -> hehe

Capt Rian Kwai -> So if there aren't any questions. Crew dismiss.