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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

USS Excalibur Sim Log - 10.06.19

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur senior officers (y'all) have been asked to a briefing, unusually, at the Ibizia Lounge which has a gorgeous view of the Excalibur in dry dock.

 

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

 

Cptn Swain: ACTION> There are small plates and even bottles of champagne in the lounge. For a briefing it is a bit, unusual.

Rhan K'hal: :: enters the lounge and stops short, seeing the spread ::

VonDrake: ::walking into the lounge, spots all the goodies::

William Chocox: ::walks in and looks at everything suspiciously::

Hakran K'hal: :: as he was walking behind his brother, smacks right into him but spins around with Caitian agility, glaring at him on the pass-by ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood at the window, waiting for the others to arrive, studying Excalibur as it floated in space. She looked as rough on the outside as she did the inside, but Miranda still thought her an elegant ship.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrives at the briefing, fresh, clean, and not smelling like booze. Success! Unsure of the etiquette in this case, and suspicious of the spread, she waits for someone else to start snacking first. She whispers to Hakran. :: "This isn't normal, is it?"

Rhan K'hal: :: finally heads the rest of the way in ::

Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Perhaps if we had just saved the Federation from an invasion. Not so much for a briefing.

VonDrake: ::wonders what the celebration is about::

Indaura Ryssan: :: At the briefing ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting at a table in the lounge, she begins people watching, but can't help to glance out the viewport once in a while.::

Indaura Ryssan: Oh, will there be food here?

Hakran K'hal: That is generally what plates are for. :: nods toward them ::

VonDrake: ::sees the Excalibur out the viewport, just kinda stares at it for a second::

Rhan K'hal: :: grabs a seat by Maryse :: Despite the bubbly, this has the feeling of a wake.

William Chocox: ::looks out the window:: Those station monkeys better not ruin her.

Cptn Swain: ::Enters the room, wearing his hair down.::

Indaura Ryssan: Oh goodie.

Hakran K'hal: :: double-takes the informal Swain ::

VonDrake: ::looks over at William:: I'm sure they're doing fine.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a plate, et al ::

William Chocox: ::scoffs:: They better.

Irene Mincine: "Pretty sure we did a good job of that already..." :: She muttered after Chocox spoke, and then instinctively stood at attention when Swain walked in, formal or not. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She turned to survey the crew, hands held behind her back.::

Cptn Swain: ::Asher smiled, and made his way over to Miranda::

Hakran K'hal: :: flips an ear at Irene's comment, but doesn't add any commentary ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles at Rhan.:: It definitely seems like it.::

Cptn Swain: Everyone here?

William Chocox: Looks like it

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glancing about, she nodded.::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene realizes she's the only one at attention and relaxes. She takes a seat near Hakran. ::

Cptn Swain: ::Gets a drink from a passing waiter::

VonDrake: ::didn't even notice the wait staff::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Everyone, please help yourselves. ::She gestured to the table laden with appetizers and beverages.::

William Chocox: ::still suspicious about the spread::

VonDrake: ::grabs a piece of shrimp, dips in some cocktail sauce, and takes a bite::

Rhan K'hal: Why do I feel like I'm being lulled into a false sense of security? ::dry & rhetorical::

William Chocox: ::takes some nibbles::

Maryse Dubois: Because this isn't the first time. ::Smirks.::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Was very hungry for some reason ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene grabs some lunchmeat slices and pours herself some hot tea. :: "They're buttering us up before they announce we're all getting psychiatric evaluations for our performance."

Cptn Swain: ::Clinks his glass with a small rod to get everyone's attention:

VonDrake: ::grabs some seltzer water from the waiter, actually surprised that they had some::

Hakran K'hal: :: passes on the spread, swivels ears and gaze to Swain at the clinking ::

William Chocox: ::has procured some bourbon::

Irene Mincine: :: Looks to the informal captain when the clinking occurs. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up, with a cube of cheese in her mouth :: Ummph

Cptn Swain: Hello everyone. Thank you for coming. I hope you're enjoying the food and drinks.

William Chocox: Depends on the outcome of this meeting

Cptn Swain: We've had a... interesting few weeks.

Irene Mincine: :: Quietly... :: "You could say that..." :: Sip. ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: nods ::

Rhan K'hal: :: didn't bring his PADD, so he can't send the "get on with it" audio clips to Swain's communicator - which is probably a good thing - maybe ::

Cptn Swain: I am afraid that I don't have the good news you were I hope you were also hoping for.

Maryse Dubois: :;Quietly to Rhan.:: Here it comes...

Indaura Ryssan: :: frowns ::

Cptn Swain: Starfleet has determined after a review of the damage and the larger needs of the Fleet, that the Excalibur is to be decommissioned.

William Chocox: [Expletive Deleted]

VonDrake: ::both eyebrows raise

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks down at the table and puts her head down. Klingon cursing is muffled by her arms. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda threw a glance out at the ship, but didn't look at all surprised.::

Hakran K'hal: :: not having been on board very long, doesn't really have an emotional attachment to the ship, but realizes others do ::

Cptn Swain: We'll have a few days for you to collect your things. They'll be beginning stripping the few salvageable systems soon.

Rhan K'hal: And then?

Cptn Swain: I wish that I had better news. I've spoken with Starfleet Command, and for now there's no immediate plans to begin construction on a new ship.

William Chocox: And what about us? Where do we go?

William Chocox: ::has visions of being a station monkey::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked to Maryse, then the captain. :: "What does that mean for us?"

Cptn Swain: You'll all have the opportunity to take some much needed leave, after that -- I can help anyone with new assignments if you want. A few people owe me favorites.

Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't seem all that surprised, but does look at least a little sad.::

Cptn Swain: ::Holds up his champagne flute:: To the Excalibur... she was...is... a good ship.

William Chocox: I think I'm going to be sick. ::downs the bourbon and grabs another::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: To the Excalibur. ::Miranda half-heartedly held up her glass in toast before downing the entire contents.::

Irene Mincine: "I feel like jumping into a warp core..." :: She refills her teacup with the closest alcoholic beverage she can find on the table, and joins in the toast. ::

Cptn Swain: ::Drinks his champagne::

William Chocox: ::downs his bourbon again::

VonDrake: ::holds up his glass and takes a sip of his drink, trying to process this info::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd like to say to everyone that, though the circumstances of her decommissioning are less than ideal, you have all served admirably well. I have been proud to call you part of her crew.

Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: No Captain could ask for a finer crew.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nothing you did led to this moment. It is simply an unfortunate series of events. We will rebound and move on.

William Chocox: Hmph

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked unconvinced of that as she surreptitiously refilled her teacup with more bubbly. ::

Rhan K'hal: My family can confirm that breaking Excaliburs is a long-established tradition.

Hakran K'hal: :: swipes Irene's cup :: No you don't

Indaura Ryssan: To another home.

Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: And, Miranda... I couldn't have had a better first officer.

William Chocox: Let her have it K'hal.

Irene Mincine: :: She shakes her head. :: "No, he's right and I... I shouldn't, not in my mood."

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Seems like a nice gesture.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded in acknowledgement to Swain, though sadly.:: We should talk after. ::Quietly to him.::

Hakran K'hal: :: finger waves a waiter over, grabs Irene a sparkling juice ::

William Chocox: Man, I'm going to have to learn how to not be weird in Engineering.

Cptn Swain: ::He nodded, and cleared his throat:: Please, enjoy yourselves. Thank you all, again, for being the best crew I've ever had the pleasure of commanding,

William Chocox: (M) Wonder if I could get the replicators to produce Everclear.

Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: So. More official leave after three weeks of being on hold. What are you thinking?

Maryse Dubois: I'm thinking we need to get off of this station.

Cptn Swain: ::Smiles again, and motions for Miranda to follow him to a quieter area of the lounge::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Figures she would head back home ::

Rhan K'hal: That I can agree with wholeheartedly.

Cptn Swain: ACTION> A jazz band begins playing music softly, and the waiters bring out more food and drinks.

William Chocox: San Francisco here I come, doo-dah doo-dah

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She takes another glass of champagne with her as she follows Swain, leaving the crew to discuss the situation among themselves.::

William Chocox: ::turns to Von Drake:: What about you?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks to Hakran and sips the sparkling juice. :: "Disgusting." :: She drinks the rest. :: "Refreshing, but disgusting." :: She shakes her head. :: "I don't know what I'm going to do. Proxima's pretty far from here. I've been in for... what, a year, so I don't think I have much leave..."

Hakran K'hal: What do you WANT to do?

Maryse Dubois: Any planets of interest nearby?

VonDrake: ::didn't notice the band either, is beginning to doubt his situational awareness:: I dunno, Daystrom Institute, maybe?

Rhan K'hal: On our side of the borders? Not so much. They picked an asteroid for 39 Tango for a reason.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmphs. :: "What I _want_ to do right now is... not appropriate for polite company."

Maryse Dubois: Bleh...

William Chocox: Hm, interesting. What's out there for you?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink ::

VonDrake: ::thinking about Crystal:: Friends...

Cptn Swain: ::Glances over once they're out of eat shot:

William Chocox: Ah, "friends" :: makes the air quotes::

Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: Honestly, if we're not getting a group transfer to a new ship, I'm thinking maybe I should just get on with it. After three weeks I'm itching to work.

Hakran K'hal: Well, what kind of impolite company do you need?

Cptn Swain: I talked to the Admiral, she's going to do what she can to get Starfleet to give us a new ship, but I don't know. She's all but offered me the Strausbourg.

Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks ::

Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: I'd still need an executive officer.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed heartily at Hak's terrible joke, which lightened her mood. :: "The female kind would be nice, for a start." :: Sip. ::

VonDrake: ::nods:: Maybe I can get an assignment there... I always liked research

William Chocox: Could be fun.

Hakran K'hal: I'm afraid I'm all out of those. I could call my mom, but if you've seen Rhan in a bossy mood, imagine that times 10. Though speaking of Rhan, he knows the station pretty well, he might be able to make you an introduction if it's that big of an itch.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took a sip of her drink, frowning.:: I would be honored, but... I've already requested reassignment to the fleet yards at Utopia Planitia. I was offered a command position in their engineering department, and I think I want to get back to do hands on work. At least for the interim.

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I totally understand. I should at least look into some temporary assignments, or maybe a project.

Cptn Swain: ::He smiled:: I understand.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shook her head and laughed some more. :: "I'm sure I can find my own company. I've got a lot of practice. But more importantly, if you're going after an assignment, lemme know. I'd love to keep working with you."

VonDrake: ::nods:: Yeah. But I don't know if I'm ready to give up on a field assignment, not so quickly.

VonDrake: ::looks at William:: What's in the cards for you?

William Chocox: I have no clue...I need to learn how to make friends though. I fear I'm going to become a station monkey.

Cptn Swain: When do you leave?

Rhan K'hal: I imagine if you put your name on the free agent list, you could choose the cream of the crop. With your kind of experience. Honestly, if you were more interested in command, 'Fleet would be offering you an XO position on a hospital ship.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It will be nice to not be in danger of exploding on every mission. ::She sighed and glanced back to the window.:: Day after tomorrow. I'm hitching a ride with the Rialto.

Cptn Swain: ::He left it unsaid, but he assumed that meant she'd asked for the reassignment even before they'd learned about decision.::

Hakran K'hal: I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure why I haven't, I wasn't exactly expecting any other news than what we heard.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I was just waiting on the official word.

Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I can understand that. Let's have dinner then tonight.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugged. :: "I can't imagine I'm an officer in high demand, other than the scarcity of exobiologists."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sure, one last time. ::She glanced back to him, a tinge of regret in her eyes.::

Hakran K'hal: Well, if I do finagle a spot I'll see if I can shoehorn you in. Though I'm not exactly high on the ladder. Though I suppose I could pull a Rhan and use family connections, but I hate doing that.

Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Hah...I would end up being a pain in the ass. ::Shrugs:: But I don't quite think they are ready for me yet.

Indaura Ryssan: :; More cheese ::

VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Nothing wrong with that. Station work is admirable

Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrmed. :: "I have some family connections too, if you can't find anything. I'm sure I'll be okay, even if I end up sitting on a research station splicing potato genes for the rest of my life."

Cptn Swain: Good. 1830, then.

Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks ::

Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: You'd probably hate it anyway, means even more paperwork and less patient time.

Maryse Dubois: ::shudders::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll see you then.

Hakran K'hal: You can always make French Fries with what you don't splice.

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

 

 

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