<Jules> When last we left Avalon, they were having some problems with the computer and engineering Did the Romulans do it as a left over from their occupation or is it just another system glitch?

<Jules> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Resume Mission >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::in quarters, dressing::

<ACTDJohnSea> ::recovering from his wounds in quarters:: CMO: Hiya babe

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::smiles:: CTO: How are you feeling today?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::in office, wondering why there are always computer and engineering problems, making the department seem incompetent::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> Victoria: a little bruised but getting over it

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::not quite sure what a brand new Lieutenant Commander does, but still doing the same thing and wondering how to improve the coffee in the replicator::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::on Level 6, in computer core control room, overlooking the technicians working there, looking for the problem, if there is one::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> Paladine: Well, I want to see you in Sickbay in about an hour.  You'll need a final checkup prior to going back on duty.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> Victoria: You look ravishing, why go to work?
<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::chatting with Rolen in the Rusty Bucket::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::in quarters::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::realizing that there haven't been any real bonding activities lately other than being held captive with the Chief Science Officer and tortured::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::shuddering at the memory of the environmental suit::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::walks over to the bed and takes a seat:: Paladine: It’s my job, and if you interfere with my performance of my duty, I'll have you in irons......tonight ::smiles::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CMO: Promise?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> *Thomson* What are you doing right now?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::whispers:: Paladine: I promise ::kisses him on the cheek and quickly stands::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks at all the processor chips on the deck, meters of optical cable pulled out, PADDs and tricorders all over the place, and 10 or 20 very stressed out computer controllers, decides that this isn't a good place to be right now, leaves CCC::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::takes a sip of her drink:: *CEO*: Umm, right now, TK, drinking with Rolen in the Rusty Bucket.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::pouts:: CMO: On the cheek? bad!

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::frowning::  *EO* Rolen was supposed to relieve me five minutes ago.  Please make that happen.  You and I have plans.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::back away:: Paladine: we don't want to stress your body too much, after all, you need your strength ::smiles::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> <Rolen> *CEO*: I heard that, Chief.  I think your chrono is off.  I still have 5 minutes to get there.  ::grins and stands up:: EO: Let's go.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::lowers his lower lip and pouts::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::walks into nearest turbolift::  TL:  Ops!

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::leans over:: Paladine:: Okay, one kiss then I'm off to work.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> *CEO*: On our way, TK.  ::finishes her drink and follows Rolen out::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::kisses his fiancée leaving a psychic imprint in the depths of her ego::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::finishes dressing and makes her way to operations.::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::frowning at Rolen's remark and deciding to ignore it, rather than ratchet up her mood any worse than it already is::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::turning around and staggering at the sight of Main Engineering::     WHAT?

<Jules> ACTION:  Security console sounds off.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::TL drops down the two levels, and opens doors on Operations...  Walks out into command area, and looks over the room::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> :: a sigh of pleasure leaves her lips and thoughts of playing hooky .....nah, must work::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::noticing that all tools are gone and Main Engineering now looks like a medieval smithy::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::enters Engineering and stops abruptly, Rolen running into her:: All: What?

<Jules> <Computer>  There is a plasma leak in main engineering.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CMO: Ok you can go ::grins::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> Paladine: Later ::smiles and leave their quarters::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> *CO* Ah, sir, we've got a problem down here.

 XO_LtCmdr_Kriss thinks:  ::feels as though she has missed so much while at that prison.::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> *CO* There's a plasma leak in main engineering and the entire place now looks like an Earth medieval smithy. I've got no tools, either.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::walks over to TK:: CEO: What's going on?

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::looks in the mirror at the black and green marks over is Vulcan body::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::steps onto a tl::    Operations

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::scrambling over to what used to be the computer access console::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *CEO*:  Do...  Say again?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::walks to a terminal tries to bring up a visual of ME::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::hears the computer warning:: No again.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::grabs a medkit and takes off running towards the nearest TL::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::*CO* Sir, there can't possibly be a plasma leak, but I swear to you this is something you've got to see for yourself.  It's all turned to stone and bellows down here.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: I turned around from talking with you and bam.  ::gesturing::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::frowns, I'm never going to get any rest, dresses, grabs phaser and heads to main eng::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *CEO*: On my way.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::walks to TL and enters::  TL:  Engineering!

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> TL: ME medical emergency override

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::the tl brings her swiftly to operations and she steps onto it as if she's new to it.::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> *XO*:  MacLeod to Rushing.  Can you join me in main engineering?

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> TL: Security override

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> CEO: Could someone be playing a joke on us and it's all a simulation?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::exits the TL and turns right towards ME::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::arrives outside of ME::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::watches Paladine arrive from the opposite direction:: CTO: we have to stop meeting like this ::turns left::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> *Computer* Shut down all holodecks

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::walking over and waving a hand in front of an engineer's face, who is currently pounding out iron on an anvil::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CMO: Indeed ::grins::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::TL stops on Level 2, doors open to corridor::

<Jules> <Computer> All holodecks are shut down.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::Exits TL, and moves down corridor, towards ME::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CMO: Tricorder reading?

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> *CO*:  On my way.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::follows TK:: CEO: What's he doing?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks at her tricorder:: CTO: Nothing out of the ordinary.

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::turns around and heads back on the TL::  Main Engineering

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::backing off and examining the tools that the engineer is using, and looking at how the bellows is hooked up::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::approaches CTO and CMO outside engineering::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ~~~::attempts to sense mental presence~~~

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO/CMO:  Commanders?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::Looks at the CO:: CO: Captain.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CMO:  Doors not working?

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CO: We appear to confront either with a mass illusion, mass energy conversion or something alien

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::TL makes it to ME and Kriss steps off.::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: I think he's working the iron into long bands and then he'll use those things ::pointing:: to cut the bands into nails. I wrote a paper about this once.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CMO: I suggest perhaps the use of chemical hallucinogens

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::wrinkles nose:: CEO: Why would he do that? And why would you do that?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  any thoughts.  ::notices the XO approach::  XO:  Commander Rushing.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CO: I suggest environmental gear and evacuating this level

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO:  hello Captain.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> XO/CTO/CMO:  This looks like a holodeck program I've used

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> CTO: I think this may be more an illusion, I show nothing on my medical tricorder.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: I dunno about him, but I was after an "A" in primitive economic engineering.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> CO: Nothing out of the ordinary.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks up::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CO: Then perhaps the Romulans installed holoprojectors

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CMO:  Other than the fact its where engineering should be, no.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  A possibility

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::laughs:: CEO: Ok, if you say so.  Have you tried turning this off, if it is a simulation?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::muttering::  The bellows is really quite nice.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::touches a stone abutment::  ALL:  Feels real enough

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> *Computer* Report if the Romulans installed replicators and holoprojectors here

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> CO:this isn't a hologram, the stone, fire, everything, seems real enough.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> CO/XO: my tricorder indicates this is real.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CO: I advise against you going in let us attempt to beam crew out of here

<Jules> <Computer> CTO:  Working.........

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CMO:  It just doesn't seem real.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Can you lock onto them?

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::looks over at it:: CEO: Uh huh, but what's it doing here?  And why do these guys ::points to the EOs:: think it's normal?

<Jules> <Computer> CTO:  No foreign devices detected.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> XO: ::shows her the tricorder readings:: They read real.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> *Computer* Transport all crew in the ME to Sickbay

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO:  I don't know. Come up with a theory.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::waits::

<Jules> ACTION:  As the crew all stand there, the hall way becomes the outside of a medieval smithy, complete with horses.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::walking around and examining the primitive tools and observing the engineers::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CO: The phenomena is spreading

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::shakes head:: CEO: That's what Lieutenants ::Looks are her pips:: uhhh, lieutenant commanders are for.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Well that settles it.  ::looks around::  I'd say were committed now.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::starts to go in deeper::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::scowling at Thomson for a moment and going back to observing::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CMO:  Has any of the crew walked around in it?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks down at her uniform::

<Jules> <Computer> Unable to comp..... :: cuts off mid sentence ::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: I have no idea what is going on here, but it could all be a mass illusion or hallucination. I've had a concussion recently. Maybe I'm the only one here and the rest of you are not.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::inhales deeply, noting that it smells real too::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::looks around::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::nods:: CEO: Possibly.  ::walks over to the CEO and gives her a pinch::  Does that feel real?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::shouts::  CEO/EO:  Kinsale!  Thomson!  You in here?!

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::points:: XO: Appears so, Ma'am

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: Yes sir.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: We're ah, observing.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::way can't Avalon have a normal day?::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> CO: I appear to have a sword

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::turns in the direction of the voice, and follows::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: Would you like a new sword or anything while we're here?

<Jules> ACTION:  All crew are now dressed in medieval clothing and weapons.

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CMO/CO/CTO:  We'll I say we all take us a stroll around this place.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::glancing down at her gown and feeling the constraints of a corset::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::admires the CMO's outfit and thinks it suits her better than modern clothes::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> Oh good heavens.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::notices his clothes have changed::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO:  GOWNS!

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  No thanks, I would prefer getting engineering back.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: I would prefer just having my uniform back for now.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks back and forth for her medkit and tricorder::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::this gown is heavy.::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> Victoria: <w> definitely a shapely improvement

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::grimaces:: CEO: This is awful.  Although, ::points at the EO, who looks Very Nice::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  Oh I don't know, as a fair maiden, you look good.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks at Paladine:: CTO: thank ye, me lord.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::grimacing::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::bows::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ALL:  I couldn't imagine having to wear such heavy clothes all the time.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: Yes sir. You've obviously never worn a corset.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::offers arm::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  Just a kilt lass, just a kilt.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::thinks corset? Oh bother::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ALL:  All-right people, lets all take a look around, see if we can discover what is causing this.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::wonders what is under the kilt and smirks to self::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::wondering if there's anything under the kilt::

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::needs a serving wen....err woman::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::notices the CMO and CEO, checking out his attire, and strolls off::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: Sir, the bellows is completely operational, although I cannot see what is continuing to fuel this fire.

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::I need to find me some different clothes.::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO: watch out for those sudden breezes.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> Victoria: Eying the CO I see, bad!

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  They used to use...  Coal, charcoal, maybe wood

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: And the steam produced when he cools off the iron in the bucket of water is quite real. Amazing illusion.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::purses her lips and blows::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::shoots the XO a modest glare, but smiles::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: Yes sir. But there doesn't seem to be a renewable source here, if you get my meaning.  Yet, it doesn't run out.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks at Paladine::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: It's as if holographic technology were producing this.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  Make me think hologram as well.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::nods:: CEO: Which means it has to be a hologram.

<CTO_CmdrPaladineSky> ::sighs::

<Jules> ACTION:  An engineer walks by, carrying a large bucket of coal.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO: Engineering has no holographic emitters, save for the EMH program.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::within the many folds of her skirt, she has many pockets, places to hide stuff.  Her bandages, her medicine bag, and a sharp dagger::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks at the engineer with the coal::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: Perhaps there has been a re-routing of the emitters.  That's how I'd do it, if I wanted to cook up something like this.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> Self: I guess that answers that.

<Sir_Paladine> ::looks around::

<Jules> ACTION:  Looking down the hall, you can plainly see a turbo lift.

<Sir_Paladine> ::feels at home:: Victoria: You best let us men folk figure this one out

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  Yeah, but its got to take a heck of a lot of power to pull something off with emitters that weren't designed to pull something like this off.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::squinting and wondering how this was put together::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::starts walking::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::noticing quill pens have replaced PADDs::

<Sir_Paladine> ::brandishes sword and is having a good time::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks sideways at Paladine:: Sir Paladine: Yes, you brutes work on the problem and let us females feed and birth the babies ::rolls eyes and walks away::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: Sir, every detail is perfect and all of our current technology was replaced with something similar of that time period. It has to be holographic or alien.

<Sir_Paladine> Victoria: sounds good to me, wouldn’t want your fairness to be burdened

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::listening to the CO and CO, trying to come up with a theory::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  I remember reading a report about an alien artifact, that was somehow able to transform pieces of our technology into replicas of its own culture.  Could something like that be happening here?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::chocks up this and that for payback later on::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: Or, I've still go that concussion and you all are just part of my dream.

<Sir_Paladine> ::thoroughly enjoying himself::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::stomps off::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: I'm willing to accept that as a theory. Someone has put work into this.  It's obviously worked out well.

<Sir_Paladine> Victoria: Remember the lady must walk behind the men folk

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO:  I think I see a TL over there.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  What ever is causing this----  ::looks to where the XO is pointing::  XO:  Lets see if its operational

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::turns and glares at the pompous ...............but bites her tongue:: Sir Paladine: Aye, me Lord ::curtsies::

<Sir_Paladine> ::rolls his eyes with fire, she’s so beautiful when she's angry::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::moves towards the TL::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::walks behind the men as suggested.::

<Sir_Paladine> ::struts around with an exaggerated heroic stance::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::waits for HIS highness to mosey along so she can walk at his heels::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::following behind the Captain::

<Sir_Paladine> Victoria: Remember only us landowning men can vote so you best be nice to me

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::kicks up some dirt towards the men just to be stubborn.::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::reaches the TL, door doesn't open...  Taps the control button::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::decides to withhold any sexual favors for a month or so::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::she has a headache::

<Sir_Paladine> ::decides to hit the local pub then to find a serving wench......person::

<Jules> ACTION:  The TL opens with a whoosh.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: I don't know about you, but corsets are a real drag.  ::shifting hers around::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks a the TL wondering what it will turn into::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks inside the TL::

<Sir_Paladine> :: I believe there was a lady holly there::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::shrugs:: CEO: I'm not wearing one.  I guess I'm lower on the totem pole than you ::grins::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::steps inside, looks to a control panel::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::frowning and wondering who invented corsets::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks for a ladies water closet hoping to ditch the corset::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::gathering her skirts and sliding sideways into the turbolift around the Captain::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO:  Excuse me sir.

<Sir_Paladine> ::steps into the TL:: Victoria: After me

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::awkwardly trying to bring the skirts under control::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::follows into the TL::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO: Sure, no problem.  ::schooches to the side::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::looks in the TL:: All: I don't think we'll all fit wearing these things.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::decides to remain outside the TL::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::smiling and gritting her teeth::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> EO: I'll remain here.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  The interface has power, it looks normal here.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> CMO: I'll stay with you.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::smiles at the EO::

<Sir_Paladine> CMO: Coming dearest?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: I concur, sir.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> Sir Paladine: Sire, I will remain here.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::steps back out, looks around, confused and concerned::

<Sir_Paladine> CMO: But you must escort your liege lord

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::idly wondering if hoops and corsets were the medieval equivalent of environmental suits::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO/CEO:  not sure anyone else can fit,  this gown has a lot to it.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::smiles at the CTO:: Sir Paladine: I have a headache.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::looks back and forth between Paladine and Slater::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::glancing down at her own gown in dismay::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::smiles::  XO: Aye, and it brings out yer eyes.  

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::wondering if her mother would finally be happy to see her in a dress::

<Sir_Paladine> CMO: Alas I feared your frail constitution was indeed waning, do you have the vapors?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::rolling her eyes at the Captain's remark::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> All: I think the men are too easily falling into the 'period.'

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ALL: Well...  I'm willing to entertain ideas here

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::thinks:: Sir Paladine: Aye, my liege lord, I indeed do.

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO:  as does that stylish kilt of yours.

<Jules> ACTION:  Outside the TL, it begins to look like an open field with a road leading towards the smithy.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::grins at XO::  XO:  Didn't even get the tartan right.

<Sir_Paladine> CO: We could be dealing with a pocket dimension or bubble generated by a warp field inversion

<Sir_Paladine> ::checks CMO's forehead for a temperature::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: The illusion does seem to be spreading, sir.  I'd suggest an attempt at a containment field on this deck.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  See if Thomson and you can find a control interface, try and set that up

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::getting sweaty in the gown and starting to feel like a damsel in distress, waiting in the turbolift::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::flinches at the touch::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: What would you like the control interface to access, sir?

<Sir_Paladine> ::steps out of the TL::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::nods in response to the CO:: CO: Aye, sir.

<Sir_Paladine> CMO: A flinch at my touch? ::somewhat wounded::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  A force field, to surround what should be engineering.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ALL: The rest of you, lets keep exploring...  The answer is here.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> CO: I mean, I think we should limit it's access to, well, to only the containment field, with a remote to auxiliary off from another location if necessary.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::turns around::

<Sir_Paladine> ::gives her her space::
<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::nods to CEO::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::stepping out of the turbolift to begin work::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::swishing her skirts around with a sigh::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> CEO: Any ideas where to start looking?

<Sir_Paladine> CO: Perhaps the core did indeed breach and created a dimensional  bubble?

<Jules> ACTION:  The XO's clothes return to normal.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  What would explain a lot.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::folds arms across her chest::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: Alright, Thomson. I've got some tools in my quarters. Would you be so kind as to get an Ensign to grab them? Then you and I are going to set up the field right here and expand it to enclose the entire affected area.  Sound good?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks at the XO::  XO:  Commander, your uniform

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO:  My clothes have returned.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> CEO: OK, I'll send Rolen.  ::walks over to Rolen and explains what she wants.::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::begins walking around the area::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::steps into the TL with the XO::

<Sir_Paladine> ::suppresses his hurt feelings and hides behind his Vulcan exterior::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO:  hoping yours will change as well?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: I'm going down the corridor this way ::pointing:: and you're going that way and we'll continue about 75 paces which is where the frame field generators should be. I know those are only used to contain areas when the hull is breached into space, but we can use them to section us off here instead.  Begin when you're ready.  I'm going over there.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> :: hitching her skirts up and starting to count off paces down the corridor::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> XO:  Aye, that I am, and to prove Sky's theory

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> XO:  If we are now outside the bubble, everything should return to normal for us.

<Sir_Paladine> CO: The physics of an imploding bubble are sound

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::turns head from side to side, looking down the corridor:: CEO: OK. ::moves in the opposite direction of the CEO, counting her steps::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO:  I'm certainly breathing easier.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::walks into an empty cottage and closes the door behind her::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  If I remember correctly, an imploding warp bubble will collapse, and anything inside that bubble will be lost, correct?

<Jules> ACTION:  The CO's clothes now return to normal.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> Self: 31, 32, 33 ...

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ::looks at his uniform, and smiles::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ::taps her comm badge::  *Operations*

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::counting off and reaching 75 paces and stopping to feel the stone wall which used to be a bulkhead::

<Sir_Paladine> CO: Yes once the bubble exhausts its energy

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO:  The kilt did you good too.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::removes her corset quickly and re-dresses a bit more comfortable::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::shoving aside a tapestry and continuing to examine the stones::

<Jules> <OPS_H`lo> *XO* Yes Commander.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  But, anything inside the bubble, should not be aware of any other dimension, in or out of the bubble.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::exits the empty cottage and looks around::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> Self: 74, 75.  OK, now to find it. :beings feeling along the wall to her left::

<Sir_Paladine> CO: Unless a stable bridge has been established by design or chance

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::not having any luck and yet knowing the access interface hatch should be right here::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CTO:  Commander, we need to get everyone into this turbolift.

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> *H'lo*:  We need to have main engineering sectioned off .

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::realizing the illusion is accurate even down to the cold, damp feeling of the stone walls::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::thinks, if she removed the corset and walks into the TL and her clothes turn back into her uniform, what part of her uniform will disappear because she ditched the corset?::

<Jules> <OPS_H`lo> *XO*  Sectioned off Sir?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::yelling back to Thomson:: Thomson!  Any luck?

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> *H'lo*:  A containment field is what I meant to say.

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::looks up to yell in reply:: CEO: Not yet, but this is amazing.  I can't wait to see how this was put together.  ::feels along the wall to her right::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> Mmm.   ::mumbling to herself::

<Jules> <OPS_H`lo> *XO*  Aye Sir.   Computer:  erect a containment field around ME.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::heading back down the hallway/corridor to Thomson::

<Jules> <Computer>  H`lo:  Unable to comply.

<Jules> <OPS_H`lo> *XO*  Sir, I can't  get a containment field around ME.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: Okay. We won't be able to set this up here. We'll have to do it from the outside in, manually. Head up to Operations and inform the Captain that you'll need to set up field generators that will boost a containment field every 50 feet or so and completely contain Main Engineering and the affected deck area.

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> *H'lo*:  what readings are you getting from ME?

<Sir_Paladine1> Victoria: make a run for the TL

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: Those generators will have to be on the levels above and below Main Engineering, because anything brought in here, morphs.  ::gazing down at her splendid gown::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::Looks at Paladine and grimaces::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::shrugs as she hasn't found anything and walks towards TK, listening as she walks:: CEO: OK, will do.

<Jules> <OPS_H`lo> *XO* :  Actually Sir, it says ME isn't there.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::walks towards the TL::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> CEO: I just hope this thing doesn't spread any more than it has.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: I'll stay here and see how the Canterbury Tales end.

<Sir_Paladine1> ::steps out of the TL

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::stands just outside the TL::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> CO:  we need to get everyone on this TL.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> ALL:  Everyone, drop what you're doing and fall back to the Turbolift!

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::looks back at the cottage where her corset is::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::frowns:: CEO: The Canterbury Tales?  I thought that was about a trip?  ::sounds very confused::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::hearing the Captain and returning to his position::

<Sir_Paladine1> CMO: Lets go, the bubble could collapse

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::steps inside the TL and holds her breath::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: Yes. Several different pilgrims on a trip each telling their tale of what happened.  Sort've like this.  ::gesturing as they walk toward the turbolift::

<EO_LtJG_Thomson> ::follows TK to the TL:: CEO: But no one has told a tale yet.  ::still sounds confused::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::crosses her arms over her chest, just in case::

<Sir_Paladine1> ::peeks::

<XO_LtCmdr_Kriss> ALL:  Operations states that ME is not here.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> EO: The tale is your life. Think of it as an ongoing duty log. Ever think your life was just a play and other people were really controlling your actions?

<Jules> ACTION:  As each person enters the TL, their clothes return to normal shortly.....except for the CMO who is missing half of her shirt and her pants legs are up to her knees.

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