USS Excalibur Sim Log - 09.18.16

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Swain has informed his crew that they believe an attempt to close the wormhole is likely; though exact timing remains uncertain. Efforts are being made to finish evacuating the Quadrant of Federation personnel, and discussions are still underway about the future of Camelot itself. A large armed force has been assembled both at the wormhole terminus and at Camelot. Excalibur's engineers are continuing to work, now with the full resources of Camelot on possible counter measures, while the rest of the crew assists in evacuation and prepping the Excalibur for combat.

 

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain -> BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain -> ::Letting the war planning go on without him, for a moment, he'd returned to Excalibur to take a quick nap, shower and eat. Arden had also commanded him to shave.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::on the bridge, collaborating with engineering regarding helm/nav specifications needed to pull this off:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and several alternative settings, just in case::

NDak -> @::Headed towards the Romulan wing of the station.::

William Chocox -> ((Where're the engineers?))

Tandaris Admiran -> ((Guess))

Hunter Matheson -> ::hull stress, IDS concerns, that kind of stuff::

Cptn Corizon -> ((In the library, with the hyperspanner?))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::While none of the scenarios that engineering had come up with were the water-tight alternative that she'd been hoping for, Miranda had to admit that they'd at least *tried*. She sighed as she closed out the latest report, glancing up from her seat on the bridge. The view of the station was on screen and she watched the action for a moment, tracking the incoming ships.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: having practically moved in at the auxiliary tactical station to the lower left of the CO chair, is using the experience from the gravitational anomalies transit to more permanently tie together some systems for better on-the-fly access from any of the major points in the system, including tac, helm, science, operations ::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::closeted in his office, which is seeing more use in the past week than it has in the past year, doing something for which he commandeered half of the bandwidth of the subspace transceiver::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::glances to Miranda:: How long as it been since you got more than an hour or so of sleeo?

William Chocox -> ::bangs his head against a console::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Doing some last minute checks of everything in sickbay.::

NDak -> Issaha> That does not seem like a good idea, William.

NDak -> Issaha> Au cranial capacity is already rather limited for a hominid. I would na want to see au damage it. Perhaps if au had a Klingon bone ridge.

William Chocox -> ::glares at him:: What'd you say about my head?

NDak -> @ ::Passes the guard who knew better than to ask for his credentials::

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: in the Romulan wing of the station, sipping tea and making use of the fact that everyone still things he has some minor security clearance and updating himself on the goings on he's missed ::

NDak -> Issaha> I was only saying that au humans have relatively limited cranial capacities... compared to other species. Like my own.

NDak -> Issaha> I was only thinking of au well being.

Rhan K'hal -> :: aware that Tandaris is planning to transmit a livestream to the entire gamma quadrant based on the bandwidth he'd commandeered, is doling out the remainder frugally, causing some frustrations and the occasional colorful metaphor from the crew ::

William Chocox -> Well, it's not giving me any good ideas, so.

William Chocox -> ::resumes::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Her head lolled back and she glanced at the science officer.:: I've taken cat naps. I'll be fine. There's too much to do to be gone for long. ::She rubbed the back of her neck with one hand.:: No one is going to be getting much sleep until this is over.

NDak -> Issaha> ::Tips head:: What is au daise doing, rhae his office?

Rhan K'hal -> :: flicks an ear over to Miranda :: All due respect, Commander... you don't have the tail to take a proper cat nap.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::looks at her disapprovingly:: Do I have to remind you how cranky you can be when you don't get enough sleep?

William Chocox -> Probably thinking.

William Chocox -> I don't know.

Hunter Matheson -> ::stops working at K"hal's comment::glanceglance::blink::

NDak -> Issaha> Thinking with half the bandwidth of the subspace array?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::doing the 24th century equivalent of adjusting the rabbit ears to get a better signal::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Satisfied with sickbay, she takes a TL ride up.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::okay, then:::

Hunter Matheson -> ::resumes the adjustments, doublechecking, triple checking:::

NDak -> @ Where is he? ::He looking to the adjutant, who thumbed towards the small conference room off the main suite of offices::

Rhan K'hal -> :: agrees with Ithene's assessment of Miranda's grouchy factor, but isn't going to poke that one with a ten meter pole ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but Rhan's comment struck her funny. She started giggling.::

William Chocox -> ::raises an eyebrow:: What?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Oh dear.

NDak -> Issaha> ::points to the readout::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps out onto the bridge as she hears giggling.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: ear swivel, tail loop-de-loop ::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::finally gets through::

Hunter Matheson -> ::and in his subconscious, he wanders back to the time of sailing ships when they navigated by compass and sextants::

NDak -> @ ::makes another gesture of thanks before entering the conference room::

Hunter Matheson -> ::but then, they didn't have wormholes to worry about... so....:::

Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over to Maryse, gives her a quick grin and an eye-roll ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Gives Ithene the look.:: Come on! That was funny... ::Thrusts a hand in Rhan's direction.::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Wonders what was funny, but decides not to probe into it.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::half listening to the bridge discussion, he sticks his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing::]

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::makes a face:: I see we've sailed past grouchy and straight to incorrigible.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It's worse than I thought.

Rhan K'hal -> Stop complaining, Ithene. I for one prefer incorrigible to grouchy.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I was just imagining what it would be like to have a Caitian tail. ::Snicker.::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> You say that now.

Maryse Dubois -> Who was grouchy?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> I that I'd like it for the swish factor alone.

Tandaris Admiran -> Ensign Kaplan> ::arrives on the bridge with what looks like foam padding::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Not me! ::To Maryse.::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Lifts a brow at Kaplan::

Rhan K'hal -> You say that now, Commander, but wait until you have to thread it through your uniform pants every morning.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::She caught sight of Kaplan.:: Ensign, what is that for?

Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles.:: Good

NDak -> @ Arrain tr'Khev, jolan tru.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> True, Mister K'hal. And getting it stuck in the lift door, or having children tug on it when you're not expecting... I can see the downfalls.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::smiles as a Scorpiad appears on the screen:: Scorpiad> Who are you? What is the meaning of this transmission? You do not have authorization to use this protocol set.

Hunter Matheson -> ::a snorting laugh just jumps out at K'hal's last:::

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: looks over :: Jolan tru, De... I suppose I should start calling you Enarrain now. :: wry twist of the lips ::

NDak -> Issaha>* ::Will:: Why don't au go put au ear to the door. See if au can hear what he's talking about.

Hunter Matheson -> ::bite tongue... bite tongue.. .tend to business:::

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> ::Miranda:: Engineering work order, sir. Request for padding around the ... ::glances at the PADD in her hand:: helm station.

NDak -> @ ::Smiles, lightly:: Ie. My apologies for my brevity earlier.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Brows up::

Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up, swivels::

Tandaris Admiran -> +Scorpiad+ My name is Commander Tandaris Admiran of the Federation starship Excalibur. I'm trying to reach--

William Chocox -> I thought you guys had better hearing.

William Chocox -> ::walks over and sticks his ear to the metaphorical keyhole::

NDak -> Issaha> We do, but if I do it, it could be thought of as spying, na?

Maryse Dubois -> Are we childproofing the bridge now?

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ You're a busy man, I can't imagine you have many words to spare.

NDak -> @ ::Smirks:: Sadly, ie.

Hunter Matheson -> ::looks from Hawthorne to Kaplan and back::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> That is a lot of padding.

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad> Federation? How does a member of a backwater collection of soft-bodies even know about this protocol set? No. This conversation is over. ::terminates the link::

Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: It's either that or we put up with Gunny wearing a combat helmet on every helm shift.

Hunter Matheson -> ::then eyes the "padding":::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Snickers.:: That would be an interesting sight.

Hunter Matheson -> Well... it's not exactly what I envisioned, but... I guess you take what you can get?

NDak -> @ I noticed the report on au time with the... ::he paused:: the aliens rhae this quadrant. I am sure command and the diplomatic corps will find it ... most enlightening.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> It doesn't even match the carpet.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Or the drapes. ::She started giggling again.::

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: chuckles :: You're suddenly a master of understatement.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Story of your life, eh, Miranda?

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> I mean... Commander.

Rhan K'hal -> :: not touching that one either ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::ticks his head toward the console:: Okay, then. Tell me how this works.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Slight smirk in Ithene's direction. She focused on the Kaplan again.:: You are padding the helm console? And what about Ops? How about the entire bridge?

Hunter Matheson -> ::Hawthorne:: That was kinda my objective, ma'am.

NDak -> @ ::smirks::

William Chocox -> Let's see... ::fiddles with the comm pickups::

Rhan K'hal -> Maybe we should just make a holobridge, deck it out like one of those bouncy castles the kids on Earth use.

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> The order is only for the helm console at the moment, Commander.

NDak -> @ Anyway, now that matter is settled; I have decided, for the moment, to place au under my command. Once we have returned to ch'Rihan the matter can be more fully settled.

Tandaris Admiran -> Well, that's four down.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::fiddles with the transceiver protocols again::

NDak -> @ According to our records au were missing in action, presumed yy'a; but since au are not.

William Chocox -> ::winces from static::

William Chocox -> Hold on.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene

Maryse Dubois -> ::Waiting for the other shoe to drop.::

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ Not to question your orders, but I am rather rusty at anything other than composing. Unless you want to walk around with a soundtrack, then I can certainly help.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::gets through to a different Scorpiad toady, this time disguising his transmission and visual pickup so he appears Scorpiad::

Cptn Swain -> @ Being my personal adjutant is hardly heavy technical lifting.

William Chocox -> ::listens in::

Hunter Matheson -> ::waiting for the poor schmuck to install the thing to see if he can maneuver the ship safely afterwards::

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad> Yes?

Cptn Swain -> @ ::waves a hand:: With all of the shifting personnel to make sure our ships are staffed, I have almost no personal staff left. I have decided au can fill this role for h'nah.

NDak -> ^ that was me

Tandaris Admiran -> +Scorpiad+ Is this the Office of Deployment Records?

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ Not heavy technical lifting, but I'll have to work on getting in shape. I remember having enough trouble following you without having to break into a trot years ago. :: one of those nostalgic half-smiles ::

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad> ::equivalent of a frown:: Of course it is. Is your equipment malfunctioning? State your business.

NDak -> @ I am sure au will manage. ::Pauses:: And if na, well I am still a good shot with an ie'yak.

Rhan K'hal -> :: Gunny :: Do you need to test it first while the Doctor is around?

Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.::

Hunter Matheson -> No, sir. But I sure am gonna work until he wakes up.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::Looking at the circus:: Wait, we're actually installing that godawful padding on the bridge for him?

Hunter Matheson -> ::sits back down and continues where he left off::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Well, I suppose that Helm is the most important post at the moment, because if Mister Matheson cracks his head again, we're going to have to get a backup, backup helmsman.

NDak -> Issaha> Well?

William Chocox -> What's he doing with the Scorpiads?

NDak -> Issaha> What?

Tandaris Admiran -> +Scorpiad+ I need to contact one G'jj;k. Here, I am transmitting his biometric details. ::sends datafile:: It's extremely important.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (G'jj;k is a jerk!)

Maryse Dubois -> ((lol))

NDak -> (( lol ))

Hunter Matheson -> ::turns again:: Due respect, Commander, Gaither is every bit a helmsman as I am. I'm reading him in on the protocols.

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> ::takes this as assent on the Commander's part, moves towards helm:: Mr. Matheson, I'll need you to vacate the station until I've finished.

William Chocox -> ::motions for him to shut up:: He's talking to the Scorpiads.

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: snorts :: Good to know. What is the word I'm looking for... ah yes, "rekkhai."

Rhan K'hal -> Don't fear, Gunny, I'll be sure he doesn't try taking us out for a joyride. :: pats pockets :: Where'd I put that phaser?

Hunter Matheson -> In fact, he's going through the procedure as soon as I'm done.

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad> ::reviews datafile, makes harsh clicking sounds:: How do you know this individual?

NDak -> @ ::Nods:: Vhri'mehnka. ::Hands him an ISD:: I will need au to move my things from my office and my quarters to the Iron Reaver. I do na know if we will be returning to the station or na.

Hunter Matheson -> ::puzzled, he goes back to work::

Tandaris Admiran -> +Scorpiad+ Um ... we're old school buddies?

NDak -> Issaha> ::wide-eyed::

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad> ::equivalent of narrowing eyes:: I didn't catch that. Say again.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Gaither is a very good helmsman. ::She agreed.:: But there are some things that can only come with experience. If he was as good as you, Matheson, he'd be in that chair right now. ::Has that don't argue with me tone. Maybe she was cranky.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::brows knit, mumbling:: Where was I....

William Chocox -> He's trying to find a certain Scorpiad apparently.

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: glances over the PADD :: As you wish. Hmm... "Iron Reaver" Galae is really running out of good ones these days. Perhaps when this is all over I can be "Official Ship Namer."

NDak -> Issaha> ::blinking::

Hunter Matheson -> ::swivels into a stand:: Yes, ma'am. Understood.

Tandaris Admiran -> +Scorpiad+ Well, you see, we uh ... were broodmates and ...

Hunter Matheson -> ::dead serious:: Won't happen again.

NDak -> @ ::Overly serious:: It is a good name and a good ship.

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad> Your signal has strange trace fluctuations in it. Why are you routing it through multiple booster locations? Where are you?

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: raises an eyebrow ::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Quietly to Rhan.:: There's our Commander.

Rhan K'hal -> :: nods ::

NDak -> @ ::Stands:: When au are done, find me. I am due for another meeting with the Lloann'na officials.

Hunter Matheson -> ::in full Marine mode, not about to budge until she gives the word::

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpaid> This isn't a legitimate signal. You're concealing your identity!

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::wonders what Swain will make of all this::

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ Don't have too much fun. :: smiles :: Rekkhai.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::smiles, drops the facade:: +Scorpiad+ You caught me. I make a terrible Scorpiad, don't I? Look, you tell G'jj;k that Admiran has done his part.

William Chocox -> Wait, that ###### of a Scorpiad?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Matheson, slave helm to another station and let engineering do the work that you requested. ::A bit testy about people getting in the way of an engineer's work.::

NDak -> Issaha> Au know a Scorpiad?

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad> What do you mean, "done his part"? Why would G'jj;k be working with a soft-body??

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> ::decides to go back to her work and let the chips fall as they might::

NDak -> Issaha> ::incredulously::

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. ::sharp turn, sits, slaves helm and allows the ::coughensigncough:: do his work:::

Maryse Dubois -> ((Wait are we working with Gregg again? The same one that stranded us?))

NDak -> (( lol ))

Rhan K'hal -> :: pushes a button, one of the ops standby personnel runs out of the ready area, accesses the replicator, and delivers a cup of calming tea to the Commander before poofing back where she came from ::

William Chocox -> ::motions for silence again:: It's a long story.

Hunter Matheson -> ::snaps up and moves to the other console to resume his work:::

Cptn Corizon -> @::Meanwhile, Corizon was doing make some phone calls of his own::

Tandaris Admiran -> +Scorpiad+ Hey, if you're not high-ranking enough to know that information, I'm not telling you. But just let him know that his machines are ready. And between you and me, I'm pretty excited. It's a big move he's making, moving against the Emperor like that, huh?

Cptn Corizon -> @::to the Screen:: Yes, yes I know you're not thrilled with the idea, but just send the message to her. ::Frowns:: I am sure she'll love me owing her yet another favor.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Glances at the cup of tea, the retreating ops officer, and frowns. She'd rather it was a tumbler of whiskey. Regardless, she lifted it for a sip, needing the stimulant.::

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> ::relieved, sets about padding the helm::

William Chocox -> ::blinks:: Huh.

Hunter Matheson -> ::resets his brain, reviews every single step he's taken so far, rechecks, then continues:::

NDak -> Issaha> ::on the dge of his seat::

Tandaris Admiran -> Scorpiad> Moving against the Empress?? What? You can't--I can't be a party to this conversation; it's treason to even discuss--::leans forward:: What is G'jj;k planning??

William Chocox -> Well, that's one way to get someone's attention.

Tandaris Admiran -> +Scorpiad+ What's that? Sorry. Your signal is breaking up. ::cuts the transmission, making sure to leave a nice trace back to his location here::

William Chocox -> Hm...

Hunter Matheson -> ::to himself:: Wait... that's an end gamer. ::runs a simulation:::

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: finishes his tea, walks out and asks the adjutant to send up some whatever they have left in pack mules in a half an hour before he walks off to Destorie's office to start packing ::

Hunter Matheson -> ;:mutters:: No.. nonono.... not gonna work.

Hunter Matheson -> ::stares at the configuration a minute:::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits back, puts his arms behind his head:: Fifth time's the charm.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Glancing over at Hunter.:: Are you ok, Gunny? You're talking to yourself.

Rhan K'hal -> :: looks over to Hunter, then to Maryse :: Do you have authority to slip an anti-anxiety agent into the air system?

Hunter Matheson -> ::turns: Yes, ma'am. It helps me concentrate.

NDak -> Issaha> Well?

Maryse Dubois -> If I don't I'll probably do it anyways.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Mister K'hal, what's the status on our stores? I was told they'd be packing our cargo to the capacity to help get rid of surplus station goods they don't want to leave behind.

William Chocox -> So...we're blackmailing a Scorpiad.

Hunter Matheson -> This.. this particular one won't work in a wormhole with an Akira. A smaller ship, yes. Not this one, and not the extras Excalibur has.

NDak -> Issaha> ::lifts a brow::

NDak -> Issaha> Elements.

Rhan K'hal -> All aboard, commander, just getting them tucked away safely at this point.

Hunter Matheson -> :::snap:: Got it.

Cptn Corizon -> @ ::turns off the monitor with a deep frown:: How many favors am I going to owe by the time I leave this quadrant... again.

William Chocox -> Elements?

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> ::starts in on the second layer of padding::

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: enters Destorie's office, looks around a moment to see if there's any feel of the man there ::

NDak -> Issaha> ::Brow lift:: Ie, the Elements. Au know, earth, wind, fire ...

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (Heart?)

Hunter Matheson -> ::begins the modifications to suit the ship's specific configuration, working slowly and methodically::

NDak -> @ACTION> The room brims with Destorie's energy. His feng shui is strong.

Rhan K'hal -> (( lol ))

Maryse Dubois -> ((Dangit she beat me to it.))

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> ::begins layer three::

NDak -> (( By your powers combined, I AM CAPTAIN RIHAN! ))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Very good. ::Pleased that K'hal always seemed on top of things and mentally ticked off another box beside his name.::

Arrenhe tr'Khev -> @ :: walks through the space; this feels more like the Destorie he remembers, just more tightly focused ::

William Chocox -> Why is that a curse word?

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> ::finishes a fourth layer, then begins cutting a small rectangle to expose the surface of the console::

Rhan K'hal -> :: takes a moment to look through all of said supplies on board :: Hmm... :: looks at the helm console, then down to his display, then back to the helm console and back down again ::

NDak -> Issaha> ::looks bewilderedly:: Invoking the Elements seems fairly straight forward. Do au humans believe in nothing?

Hunter Matheson -> ::moves on to preset configurations ICE::

NDak -> (( Ie, Issaha, ze believe inz nozing ))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> Doctor, how are we doing on medical supplies? Did they restock everything you requested? You are likely going to need whatever you can get...

Hunter Matheson -> ::and the computer it telling him it's not advisable, so he goes back to check:::

William Chocox -> Hm.

Hunter Matheson -> ::facepalm:: Of course.... ::resets::

Tandaris Admiran -> ACTION> Hunter's station is now swaddled in four absurdly thick layers of firm foam padding. Reaching the console is possible, but awkward, by sticking one's arms down the tunnel created by the removed cutout. The roll of padding that Kaplan brought is completely depleted.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Everything is fully stocked.

William Chocox -> Didn't know that was a thing for Romulans.

Rhan K'hal -> :: shakes head at the helm console ::

NDak -> ...and...

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Nodding, she lifted her cup for another sip and almost snorted it up her nose when she caught sight of engineering's handiwork. Sputtering and coughing, she turned red.::

Hunter Matheson -> ((Action> Hunter decides to stay at the aux console and get us safely through this mess.))

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> ::stands, stretches:: Well, that's that. ::gathers supplies and her PADD, takes it up to Hunter:: I just need your thumbprint here, Mr. Matheson.

Hunter Matheson -> ::looks up, over, and stands::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Has to look away from the poor console.:: Wow...

Hunter Matheson -> Glance to Hawthorne:: Ma'am, that's just.... ::blink::

NDak -> Ithene> ::looks up, lets out a cackle::

Rhan K'hal -> Be careful what you wish for, Gunny. You just might get it.

Hunter Matheson -> ::Kaplan:: You're kidding, right sir?

NDak -> ACTION> Somewhere, a monkey paw tightens its fist.

Tandaris Admiran -> Kaplan> No, I need the thumbprint to file the work order properly, or else operations gets rather ... upset.

Cptn Swain -> Ithene> Go ahead Hunter, give her the thumbprint.

Hunter Matheson -> Commander Hawthorne? ::shocked::

Rhan K'hal -> True. :: practically biting his tail to avoid busting out laughing ::

Cptn Swain -> Ithene ::is trying to hold back her laughter::

Hunter Matheson -> ::dead serious:::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ::Was too busy choking to answer. She waved for Hunter to comply, trying to catch her breath.::

Hunter Matheson -> ::unbelief:: yes, ma'am. ::thumbprint::

 

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