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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

USS Excalibur Sim Log - 09.27.20

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's away team has continued to work to find the reason behind the energy drain to batteries, which seems to have also affected the yacht's power systems. They did, however, find a cache of secret supplies stored aboard, likely, by the Captain. As evening has enveloped the planet, Commander Rex suggested an old fashioned campfire with the science team, as it looks like all of us could be here a while.


Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM

Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM


Indaura Ryssan: :: A bit cold...or cool ::

William Chocox: ::is wondering if anyone brought a guitar for campfire songs::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene wandered up to the group, too. :: "Who... found the captain's stash, again?"

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Did not, but also was thinking about that. The night was rather cool, and he'd donned a Starfleet hoodie, also from the Swain Collection.::

William Chocox: Don't know what you're talking about.

Cptn Swain: Rex> I no idea what you're talking about. ::Getting out of a packet of marshmallows::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Maryse:: Do you?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinking her water ::

William Chocox: We need an instrument. Acappella depends on really good voices.

Irene Mincine: :: She shook her head. :: "Forget I asked. Valdar wanted to know, but I think she'll forgive me if I don't have an answer for her."

Maryse Dubois: There was a stash? ::Shrugs as she drinks stale ration tea.:::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Hands Will a stick with a marshmallow on it:: You ever done this?

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks at Irene:: See, you pick up fast Ensign.

William Chocox: ::takes it:: Camped? Yeah...is this fire old enough for roasting marshmallows? I don't like them after they've been on fire.

Cptn Swain: Rex> It should be

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Still a bit irritated that the drain was still happening to their equipment, he hunkered down around the primitive fire and pulled a blanket about his shoulders.::

William Chocox: ::puts the mallow down towards the coals of the fire, slowly rotating it:: How you doing Reynolds?

Cptn Swain: Rex> See now folks ::passing more of the sticks with marshmallows around:: watch Chocox's technique here.

William Chocox: Oh, now you're putting pressure on me.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Takes a stick and looks at it like it might bite him. He wrinkled his nose at Will.:: I don't like outdoor activities, sir. They've made this place habitable with the basic comforts, but not some place I want to stay forever.

Cptn Swain: Rex> Just think about baseball.

Indaura Ryssan: Baseball? A human thing?

Irene Mincine: "Hm? I learned how to do this on field expeditions. You engineering types need to get out more." :: She begins to perfectly roasts a marshmallow in the fire.

William Chocox: Reynolds, I think this is going to be a great growing experience for you. The stick is inanimate, it's not going to hurt you.

Maryse Dubois: ::Grins as she sips her drink.::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Indaura:: It's uh well it’s something uh human men... you know never mind. Anyway.

Indaura Ryssan: Men? Hmm.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs into her canteen when Rex brings that up. :: "I'm sure Valdar would love to be here roasting marshmallows, but she's a bit out of commission at the moment..."

William Chocox: ((Why am I talking like William isn't in his mid 20s? :P ))

Cptn Swain: Rex> I do hope you didn't break anything. How were the caves?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Spins her sugar pillow around ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Holds it near the flames, trying to copy Irene, but in a matter of minutes his marshmallow was on fire. He waved it about frantically, which fanned the flames even more, and by the time he had the thing completely extinguished, his marshmallow was a charred gooey mess that dripped off his stick into the fire.::

William Chocox: Everything ok Mincine?

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shook her head. :: "Broken? Noooo. Not on an away mission. Bruised, yes, broken, no." :: She then busted out laughing at Reynolds' attempt to cook the marshmallow. ::

William Chocox: ::looks over at Reynolds:: The trick is to use the coals, not the flames. ::checks his marshmallow and sees it's golden brown:: Hey Commander, do we have stuff for s'mores or is it just roasted marshmallows tonight?

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::shrugs:: Check the uh... box

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Scowls and stares at the end of the stick where the goop still clung to it.:: How is this supposed to be fun?

Irene Mincine: "Because we're not traipsing through caves or fixing power units. We're bonding! Or something."

William Chocox: ::walks over and rummages through:: It appears not unfortunately. And it's fun because it satisfies our primordial need to play with fire. ::eats his marshmallow straight off the stick:: (mm) It's a throwback to a simpler time. ::comes back to the fire and sits back down::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::eating his perfectly done marshmallow and getting another ready to roast:: And the double bonus is there aren't any bugs on this planet.

Irene Mincine: "There's those really cool crystals we found though! I wish I could show you our holorecording of the sound and light show they made but preservation of power is our top priority at the moment..."

Cptn Swain: Rex> What do you mean?

William Chocox: I'll be keen to see it by the time we get everything going again.

Irene Mincine: :: To Rex. :: "About the crystals or the power?"

Cptn Swain: Rex> The crystals.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Grumbling to himself, he shoves another marshmallow onto his stick to try again, keeping it away from the flames this time.:: Yea, what kind of crystals?

Indaura Ryssan: :: smiles while she eats her treat ::

William Chocox: ::starts roasting another marshmallow himself:: Almost wish I was there instead of here.

Irene Mincine: "Oh! The lead scientist on the planetside team, Dr. Harris, took us a few hundred feet underground to show us where they found microbe samples. It ended up being this big cave system, with a chamber containing all these hyper-resonant crystals. It was really pretty there with our flashlights, but she showed off their real power when she had me hit one with a metal tool. They made this long, reflecting, beautiful sound."

William Chocox: Sounds amazing.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Un-underground? ::Shivers.:: Glad I was busy. I wouldn't mind seeing the recording, but I don't like going underground...

Maryse Dubois: It does seem interesting.


William Chocox: Claustrophobic Reynolds?

Cptn Swain: Rex> Sounds cool.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Or enclosed spaces, or deep water, or fast water, or high places... ::Could go on and on and on.::

Irene Mincine: :: She smiled gently at Reynolds. :: "It was pretty far down but the caves were big and wide." :: She hrmed when he continued, though. :: "You don't like enclosed places or heights but you serve on a starship?"

William Chocox: ::blinks:: Come to think of it, have I seen you in a Jeffries Tube?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Wrinkles his nose at Will.:: Not when I can help it. ::Shrugs at Irene.:: I don't have to look out of the windows, so...

William Chocox: Never thought about it. There's worse phobias to have.

Irene Mincine: "I don't like spiders... but you don't have those on a starship much."

Cptn Swain: Rex> I knew a guy... he was security officer, afraid of spiders. ::Eating his marshmallow:: Had to crawl through a tangled mess of crap during the war that was infested by Talarian hook spiders.

William Chocox: That would be weird.

William Chocox: That's unfortunate.

Cptn Swain: (( The former CSCI had a pet spider in the science labs. ))

Irene Mincine: :: Oof. :: "Oh, that... sucks."

Cptn Swain: (( Citrus, the tarantula. ))

Cptn Swain: ..and...

Maryse Dubois: ((haha I forgot about Citrus))

Maryse Dubois: ((She also talked to a rock.))


Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM


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