USS Delphyne 10005.08

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<><><><><><><><><RESUME MISSION<><><><><><><><><><><

CSO_KBeth:
::glances at chronometer and realizes that two days have gone by whiling digging for answers::

CO_Grant:
::In the holodeck enjoying the wake::

TO_Hawkes:
:: Exits his Quarters and heads for the Wake ::

FCO_Nichols:
::Standing in the corner of the holodeck, drinking a rootbeer::

MO_Lea:
::enters her quarters, makes sure the door is closed:: Computer: Lock door.  ::Sets the kitten down and changes into a standard uniform::

CIV_McLeod:
::enters the holodeck for the wake::

CNS-Jiosa:
@:: in yet another shuttle ::

CTO_Psion:
::At tactical::

OPS_Lynam:
::In the Holodeck, a drink in hand, listening to the band.::

CO_Grant:
::Turns to OPS::

CSO_KBeth:
::looks around and notices that everyone has gone::Self: Damn, the wake::heads towards quarters::

CMO_Matt:
@::on roundabout approaching the Delphyne::

FCO_Nichols:
::stands thoughtfully while tossing ball of string into the air::

CO_Grant:
OPS: Fine program , MR.Lynam. GOOd band what style of music is this?

MO_Lea:
::Looks around to find the kitty, but doesn't see her::

TO_Hawkes:
::Enters the 'Wake' program ::

CIV_McLeod:
::nods to others, then moves to get a drink::

CMO_Matt:
@COM:DELPHYNE: USS Delphyne, the is the runabout Severe, requesting permission to land.

CSO_KBeth:
::enters quarters::Computer:Lights ::hurridly changes uniform::

OPS_Lynam:
CO: It's mostly various styles of traditional Irish folk tunes sir.  I have programmed in a variety of bands from the 20th and 21st century.

TO_Hawkes:
::Goes over to the barkeep:: <Barkeep>: one bottle of Schpecher's Root Beer please!

MO_Lea:
::Looks under the bed and spots the white furball chewing on her civilian shoes' laces::

CO_Grant:
OPS: It is ingenious. Good work. Talk to you later

OPS_Lynam:
<DutyOPS> COMM:Severe: You are cleared to land severe.

CO_Grant:
:: Meanders through the wake::

TO_Hawkes:
::Accepts Root Beer from the Barkeep, and looks around the room::

CTO_Psion:
::Checks on the bridge systems prior for leaving for the wake::

OPS_Lynam:
<DutyOPS>::Opens bay doors::

FCO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~: Are you coming?

CO_Grant:
::Walks upto LT.Hawkes::

CMO_Matt:
@::adjusts the trajectory, and heads towards the designated shuttle bay::

CIV_McLeod:
::gets his drink, then examines the surroundings::

CTO_Psion:
~~Nichols~~  Aye.  As soon as the bridge is secured.

CNS-Jiosa:
@::comes out from aft area of the runabout::

CSO_KBeth:
::Arrives at the holodeck slightly out of breath, straightens uniform takes a deep breath and enters::

CO_Grant:
Hawkes: Did you have anything to do with the preparation for the ceremony? THat was an excellent job done polishing the torpedo.

TO_Hawkes:
::notices the CO, and stands a little straighter uncosciously::

OPS_Lynam:
::Watches the Captain wander through the crowd.  Looks around to see how things are going::

CMO_Matt:
@::once the shuttle lands quietly, the Doctor stands and grabs his bag of belongings, heads down the ramp, and exits to find himself on the accustom seventh level, his home in a sense::

CTO_Psion:
::Once everything checks out...leaves for the wake::

TO_Hawkes:
CO: Yeah, thank you sir. I couldn't sleep, and it seemed the only thing I _could _ do for wall. ::turns a little red at the ears.::

CMO_Matt:
::enters quarters to find everything in place, as well as a thin layer of dust::

MO_Lea:
::Coaxes Kitty out with her commbadge and picks her up:: Kitty: Now, you are going to be on your best behavior--at least until I give you to Hawkes--Right?

CTO_Psion:
::Enters turbolift::

OPS_Lynam:
<DutyOPS>: Closes bay doors::

CNS-Jiosa:
::exits the shuttle makes sure some crewmen start getting stuff delivered to her quarters and office::

CO_Grant:
TO: Good job . I am sure Where ever Mr.Wall is , he appreciated the extra effort. ENjoy yourself

OPS_Lynam:
<DutyOPS>: CO: Captain, a runabout with Doctor Laiiron  and Lt. Jiosa just landed.

TO_Hawkes:
CO: Thank you sir. ::points with the neck of the rootbeer bottle.:: Nice job Fox did on the program huh?

CMO_Matt:
*CO*: Doctor Matthias Laiiron reporting for duty, sir.  I've just returned from my...vacation.

CNS-Jiosa:
::exits shuttlebay and enters TL:: TL: Deck 2

CIV_McLeod:
::sips his drink::

CTO_Psion:
*Computer*  Holodeck 2

MO_Lea:
::Leaves her quarters and enters the turbo lift:: TL: Holodeck 2

CO_Grant:
*dutyops*: Acknowledged, welcome them aboard

OPS_Lynam:
::Sees Nichols in the corner and walks over.::

CO_Grant:
TO: Yes, an excellent program, Excuse Me

CTO_Psion:
::TL  stops ::

CTO_Psion:
::Exits the turbolift::

MO_Lea:
::Belatedly remembers the last TL trip as the kitten jumps to the ground, then up to her head again::

CNS-Jiosa:
::enters holodeck 2::

CSO_KBeth:
::looks around wake awkwardly::Self:What is one supposed to do here?

FCO_Nichols:
::tosses ball of string into the air again::

OPS_Lynam:
<DutyOPS> *CMO/CNS*: Doctors, please report to holodeck 2 at your convenience.

TO_Hawkes:
::Sees the CSO enter the Wake, and nods to her ::

CO_Grant:
*DR.LAIIRON*: Welcome aboard doctor. Please come to holodeck 2 when you are settled. WE are holding  official activity rememberinga crew member

CTO_Psion:
::Enters holodeck 2::

CO_Grant:
*CNSJIOSA*: I am glad you are back, please join us in holodeck 2

OPS_Lynam:
::Catches the string and smiles at Nichols::

CNS-Jiosa:
*DutyOPS*:  Acknowledeged already there ::looks around at the Holoprogram::

CIV_McLeod:
::walks over to the CSO:: CSO: You seem confused,

MO_Lea:
::Exits the turbolift and walks down the corridor with the cat on her head::

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: Run out of catnip did you?

TO_Hawkes:
::nods to the CTO as he enters ::

CIV_McLeod:
::smiles gently::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Greetings Mr. Hawkes.

TO_Hawkes:
::takes a pull from his rootbeer, and remembers Bernie.

TO_Hawkes:
::

CMO_Matt:
::sets his things about his quarters in no particular order, straightens out his uniform, and heads for the turbolift::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Hello Chief.

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: Nope, I just thought the little fuzz ball might enjoy this.

CSO_KBeth:
::looks over and see TO, smiles at CIV:: CIV: A little..we do not have this 'tradition'

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Nice program eh ?

CMO_Matt:
Turbolift: Holodeck 2.

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: I think Lea has him at the moment.

CO_Grant:
::NOds to CTO and walks towards CNS::

OPS_Lynam:
::Drops the ball into her hand::  FCO: Oh, Lefler enjoys string does he?

CMO_Matt:
::walks out of the turbolift and into the holodeck, quickly taking in the surroundings of the 'wake program'::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  It is...comforting.

CIV_McLeod:
CSO: Ah, I see.  This ::he motions:: is for us to remember the life of Commander Wall.  To celebrate his life.

FCO_Nichols:
::smiles:: OPS: This is a great party Fox.  How would I know about Brian!

CMO_Matt:
::looks at the faces that he hasn't seen for several weeks, a different light cast on all he sees::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Yes...it is.... ::takes another pull::

CNS-Jiosa:
::at the bar orders a pale ale, turns arounds and lean against the bar::

MO_Lea:
::Tries to convince the kitty off of her head before entering the holodeck, so walks slowly::

FCO_Nichols:
::jabs Fox in the ribs:: OPS: Be nice!  ::laughs::

CSO_KBeth:
::Sees people laughing in the corner:: CIV:And we are supposed to have ...fun?

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: So how long did you know Bernie Psion?

CMO_Matt:
::spots the Captain and walks quickly over::

CO_Grant:
::walks towards bar, turns to greet doctor laiiron::

CMO_Matt:
CO: Sir? ::stands at attention, rigid, slightly unlike his former self::

CNS-Jiosa:
::watches the crew interact::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Nearly two years.  He was what I came to know as a mainstay of the crew.

CO_Grant:
CMO: Welcome back the ship , doctor. unfortunately you have arrived at a sad moment. Mr.Wall was lost when a runabout he was piloting exploded

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: So, I see our wayward doctor and counselor have returned.

CO_Grant:
CMO: At ease, this is a wake to celebrate his life. He was on a life saving mission to deliver first aid supplies

CMO_Matt:
::doesn't even flinch at the news:: CO: I'm sad to hear that, Sir.  I was fond of the Commander.

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Yeah, I just sorta figured he'd alway be around. I mean....it wasn't like he was a redshirt or anything. By the way...did you look at that new insurance plan for Tactical officers?

CMO_Matt:
::nods, but stays at attention with his hands clasped behind his back, as if letting his formality drop would shatter his entire being::

CIV_McLeod:
::smiles at CSO:: CSO: In a way.  Just think about the ways that Commander Wall helped you, or made you laugh.  Or listen to some stories about him.

CTO_Psion:
::Raises eyebrow::  TO:  Is that an attempt at humor?

CO_Grant:
CMO: Then drink, and eat. Remember him as our shipmate and volleyball player extraordinare

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Yeah...I guess not altogether successful either.

CMO_Matt:
::gives a small, almost forced smile, but attempts to make it look as real as possible:: CO: Yessir.

CMO_Matt:
::turns and walks into the crowds to find a spot near the walls to watch and think::

CO_Grant:
::after speaking with cmo , continues onto bar::

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:How long did you know the XO?

CTO_Psion:
TO:  In my case...all humor is unsuccessful.

CO_Grant:
CNS: I hope you had a safe journey returning to us.

CNS-Jiosa:
::takes a drink from her glass::

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: Yes, they have.  Shall we go say hello?

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: So, what is the most interesting thing you remember about Bernie?

CO_Grant:
::Turns to bartender:;

CNS-Jiosa:
CO: Yes sir Thanks you sir,  though I have seen enough of runabouts for the time being

FCO_Nichols:
::walks with Lynam towards Liz and Laiiron::

CO_Grant:
Bartender: Irish whiskey , ice, and a shot of lime

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: yeah, I suppose so.  What are you drinking?  Oooooh, rootbeer, the hard stuff huh?

CO_Grant:
::takes his drink and sips it.:;

CIV_McLeod:
CSO: To be honest, not much longer than you.  He surprised me in many ways.  For instance, I recently learned that his interests coincide with mine.

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: Well, you know what they say, Fly straight!

CO_Grant:
CNS: Perhaps Mr.Wall would have like to be remembered in your program about lousiana

CSO_KBeth:
CIV: And what were those?

CTO_Psion:
TO:  His intelligence and ability to handle stressful situations.

CNS-Jiosa:
CO: I would be happy to visit that program at anytime

MO_Lea:
::Stops to receive a subspace transmission, then continues into the holodeck, wishing that cat would get off her head::

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: After all, I'd rather keep my head on my shoulders where it belongs! ::smiles::

CO_Grant:
CNS: Perhaps we could dance again. Although not to catch spies the next time

CIV_McLeod:
::smiles somewhat:: CSO: I guess the Commander had seen me returning from one of my holodeck adventures.  He had indicated an interest in joining me

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: Good idea.

FCO_Nichols:
::walks up to Liz:: CNS: Welcome back Counselor!

CO_Grant:
CNS: YOu could add some stars. We could pretend Bernie is on one of them

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Yeah, I remember the time the MO and Wall and I were on the Rio Coco, and got lost. He stayed in control. He was the first officer I met on the Del. My first impression.

CNS-Jiosa:
CO: I would like that very much Sir, ::smiles , and takes a sip of her ale::

MO_Lea:
::Enters the holodeck and walks straight to Lieutenant Hawkes:: TO: Hello...

CTO_Psion:
TO:  How do you fare?

CNS-Jiosa:
FCO: Thank you, its good to be back and see you

CTO_Psion:
MO:  Greetings.

CSO_KBeth:
CIV: Which program was it?

MO_Lea:
CTO: Hello Commander.

CMO_Matt:
::watches the MO enter::

FCO_Nichols:
::looks over Liz's shoulder to see Lea with white fuzz on her head::

CO_Grant:
::Gently touches her shoulder:: CNS: It is good to have you back. :: smiles, almost hiding the pain of losing his friend Bernie::

CSO_KBeth:
::does double-take at MO with the cat on her head::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Huh? ::takes another pull:: In what way?

OPS_Lynam:
CNS: I was told to put you back into the crew rotation, when will you be ready to resume duty?

CMO_Matt:
::smiles at the cat, and turns to survey the rest of the party::

MO_Lea:
::Takes a deep breath::

CNS-Jiosa:
::looks at Lea:: Self: Oh my...

CIV_McLeod:
::chuckles, with a gleam in his eye:: CSO: ah, well, I suppose it must have been my 17th century Earth pirate swashbuckling adventure

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Your emotional state, after having lost a commanding officer that was your first impression.

FCO_Nichols:
CO: Uh, Captain, do you think our beloved MO needs help?

CO_Grant:
:;turns as fco talks:;

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: I think I'm holding up ok. I can't quite bring myself to believe that he's really gone. I mean I can't see how he could survive that...but there's no evidence....

CO_Grant:
FCO: I am sure Dr.Lea is doing fine. How much trouble could one cat be?

OPS_Lynam:
::Swears the doctor has a cat on her head.  Decides to switch to rootbeer::

CNS-Jiosa:
OPS: I'll be ready for my regular shift next time it comes around

CTO_Psion:
MO:  Doctor?

MO_Lea:
::Stands by Lieutenant Hawkes and Commander Psion, waiting for Lieutenant Hawkes to acknowledge her greeting::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: On the other hand, I feel frustrated that I couldn't help him.  :: gets serious, and looks into his root  beer. :;I feel as though I failed him.

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:Ahhh...Earth pirates...wasn't there a famous one called Errol Flynn?

TO_Hawkes:
::noticest the MO finally::

TO_Hawkes:
MO: Sorry Lea....how are you? I was a little lost in my thought for a moment. Sorry.

CIV_McLeod:
::smiles:: CSO: something like that.  Did you know the Commander very well?

OPS_Lynam:
CNS: O.K.  You got it.  Welcome back.  ::Smiles::

MO_Lea:
::Smiles a bit:: TO: Fine.    Your cat. ::Rolls her eyes up::

CO_Grant:
::Sees Ens Duarte, the historian in the crowd near a table heaping with food::

TO_Hawkes:
MO: How is the little stowaway doing?

FCO_Nichols:
::looks at Lynam:: OPS: Relax, that really was a kitten!

CMO_Matt:
::runs through his trip, thinking about the log that he will have to post...and the personal logs he should review to make sense of it all::

CTO_Psion:
MO:  Yes, is it ready for its interrogation?

CNS-Jiosa:
OPS: Thank you its good to be back

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:Not as well as I liked.  He helped me get acclimated to the bridge when I first arrived.

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: Oh, good.  I was ready to put myself in as the counselor's first appointment.  I forgot about the kitten in the torpedo room.

MO_Lea:
TO: She seems fine. She also seems reluctant to part with my scalp. I was wondering if I could have some assistance?

TO_Hawkes:
MO: I looks as though it's become rather attached to you Doc. ::Takes another sip::

TO_Hawkes:
Mo: Sure. ::hands his rootbeer to Psion ,and reaches up for the kitty.::

FCO_Nichols:
::puts her hand of Fox's shoulder:: OPS: It's okay.  There have been other things to think about lately.

CO_Grant:
::excuses himself to obtain some delicacy from the table eats it turns to Duarte:;

CTO_Psion:
::Takes root beer reluctantly::

MO_Lea:
::Waits still, so the little things doesn't dig in her claws deeper::

CIV_McLeod:
::sighs:: CSO: We never seem to be able to know others as well as we might like, it seems.

TO_Hawkes:
::Carefully untangles the Kitty from Lea's scalp::

CO_Grant:
::Assures her that she filled in ok as temporary counselor.::

CNS-Jiosa:
<Duarte> CO: Hi-Hello Sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::looks thoughtfully into glass::

TO_Hawkes:
MO: There we go. ::Pets the kitty:: How is it doing? Did it check out healthwise?

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:I'm a little thirsty..care for something more to drink?

FCO_Nichols:
::looks over at Hawkes with the kitty::

CO_Grant:
DUARTE: I hope you are doing ok, we are glad to have Ms.Jiosa back  but you should not think less of yourself as a counselor

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: I know.  Don't worry, I'm not ready for the rubber room quite yet.  ::Pats the hand on his shoulder. and smiles back::

CTO_Psion:
MO:  Is it genetically related to any existing animals onboard?

CIV_McLeod:
::smiles at CSO:: CSO: of course.  ::walks with CSO to the bar::

MO_Lea:
::Smiles more readily:: TO: Yes, she is in perfect health for a kitten of eleven weeks.

MO_Lea:
CTO: I did not compare her to any of the current pets aboard.

FCO_Nichols:
::whispers:: OPS: I know, but somedays my quarter needs some extra padds on the walls!

TO_Hawkes:
MO: A she huh? :: Looks down at the kitty::

CNS-Jiosa:
<Duarte> CO: Oh No Sir I am very glad to have her back, I'm just a historian I was barely qualified for the post, I don't know why she choose me Sir,

TO_Hawkes:
Kitty: I Guess we can't call you bernie very well...now can we?

CO_Grant:
::Out of the corner of his eye sees a careening Ens Wobbles. instinctively grimaces::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  I would be interesting in conducting an investigation as to how it got into the torpedo room.

MO_Lea:
TO: Yes. If you will excuse me.. ::Motions toward the bar.::

CO_Grant:
Duarte: She might have seen more in you than you do

CSO_KBeth:
::Orders a prune juice:: CIV: I was introduced to this in the academy..it is very good..would you like one?

CO_Grant:
Duarte: As historian, do you know of any traditional wake dances?

OPS_Lynam:
CTO: You know Psion, I don't believe you feel totally fulfilled unless you are investigating something.

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Yes, Mr. Hawkes.  I believe we should interrogate it.

TO_Hawkes:
::Notices that Psion has his rootbeer, and he (Hawkes) is holding a cat....tries to figure out how to rectify the situation::

FCO_Nichols:
TO: May I hold the kitten?

CNS-Jiosa:
<Duarte> CO: No, not really sir, I'm more of an expert on anchient history

CTO_Psion:
::Picks kitty up by the scruff and hands the root bear to Hawkes::

MO_Lea:
::Waits::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Yeah....I imagine it either wondered on on Artus, or some Artusian spry trained it and beamed it on to spy on us.

CIV_McLeod:
::blinks:: CSO: sure.  Prune juice.  Sounds good.  ::smiles uncertainly::

CTO_Psion:
::Looks kitty in the eyes::  Kitty:  From whence did you come?

TO_Hawkes:
FCO: Sure ::hands her the kitty::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: May I have my drink back now?

OPS_Lynam:
::Cringes, sure that a nose batting is coming::

CNS-Jiosa:
::looks at CTO talking to cat, makes a mental note::

CO_Grant:
duarte: How about improvising then or add something from greece or Roman past. Talk to Mr.Lynam about adding it to band's repertoire. YOu could lead us  in the dance

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Thanks for taking care of this for me ::takes another sip.:: CAn you sense anything from it? ::indicates the kitty::

CSO_KBeth:
::glances around and wonders why CTO is nose to nose with a feline::CIV: Is that part of the ritual?

MO_Lea:
CTO: Excuse me Commander.   TO: Lieutenant..  ::Wanders away to the bar::

FCO_Nichols:
TO: Well, maybe you should contact MacPherson, he and Jernie spent more time on Artus that anyone else.

FCO_Nichols:
::takes the kitten::

CNS-Jiosa:
::turns back to the bar and orders another ale::

TO_Hawkes:
FCO: Yeah, but I dounbt their 'investigations' would be of much help oustide of their suite:: Smiles::

CTO_Psion:
::Looks at empty hands::

CIV_McLeod:
::looks over to the CTO and chuckles softly:: CSO: I guess we all have our own rituals.

CTO_Psion:
TO:  I only sense normal feline emotions from it.

MO_Lea:
::Pats the top of her head as if to assure that there are no more felines hiding there and asks for a tall icewater::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Really? What is a normal feline emotion? And how does it differ from others?

CO_Grant:
::turns from ENS.Duarte and walks upto MO_LEA::

CNS-Jiosa:
::looks to Lea:: MO: Well hello again doctor

OPS_Lynam:
::Excuses himself from the group at the bar and goes over to the band to listen to the music more closely::

MO_Lea:
::Takes a sip of her ice water and looks up to the CO and CNS:: CO: Hello sir. CNS: Counselor. ::Nods to each::

CO_Grant:
::sips his drink::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  The emotions are less separate from each other.  Higher order sentients have the ability to sort their emotions more resolutely.

CNS-Jiosa:
MO: Ever think of getting something a little more daring ::gestures to the icewater::

FCO_Nichols:
TO: Oh give me a break!  You guys are analyzing a kitten?

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Oh.... really? :: takes another sip::

MO_Lea:
::Snaps quietly:: CNS: No.

FCO_Nichols:
::takes the kitten and walks toward Laiiron::

CSO_KBeth:
::Sees the CNS, CO and MO standing next to them::

CTO_Psion:
~~Nichols~~  I believe that kitten is my property until my investigation is concluded.

CMO_Matt:
::stands at stiff partial-attention, even by himself::

TO_Hawkes:
FCO: One never knows from what vector a threat my strike.

CNS-Jiosa:
MO: You should consider it sometime... ::might make you a little more personable::

TO_Hawkes:
::Said in false pomposity::

MO_Lea:
CNS: I would  not care to, thank you.  ::Turns toward the bar and takes another sip of her water:::

OPS_Lynam:
::Approaches the Doctor, standing by himself::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  It would seem you have acclimated to the crew quite well.

FCO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~: There are options for your property.  Besides, we are linked.  Check it out through me.  I'm just making sure you don't disect the poor thing.

OPS_Lynam:
CMO: Welcome back Doctor.  I'm sorry you arrived during such a bad time.

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Thank you. You-all are like kin to me now. And I mean that!

CMO_Matt:
::gives his silent condolonces for his lost friend and commander, and attempts hard to feel some kind of remorse at his loss...but can feel nothing::

CTO_Psion:
~~Nichols~~ Dissection would be an extreme of expression.  I would term it  a thorough physical.

CSO_KBeth:
::nods to MO, CNS and CO wondering what one says in a situation like this::

FCO_Nichols:
::sits at a table with the kitten and shows her the ball of string::

CMO_Matt:
::looks hurridly up to Lynam:: OPS: Thank you; and yes, I suppose it is a bad time, but death happens.  He was a good man.

CMO_Matt:
OPS: So you're now the Executive Officer?

MO_Lea:
::Suddenly in a sour mood. Waits for Liz to leave::

CNS-Jiosa:
CSO: Good Day, care to join us ?

FCO_Nichols:
::watches as kitty pounces the ball::

CNS-Jiosa:
::looks at Lea sensing her mood::

FCO_Nichols:
::laughs out loud::

CIV_McLeod:
CSO: What would be an appropriate service in your culture?

MO_Lea:
::Decides Liz isn't leaving fast enough, so picks up her water and walks to the other side of the room and stands in the corner::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO:  So why do you have a first name, or is it just... Psion?

CSO_KBeth:
CNS:Thank you. ::stated a little stiltly::I am sorry for your loss

OPS_Lynam:
CMO: Why don't you join the party?  There's a kitten around here somewhere, that just spells fun.  ::Smiles::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  The kitten shows his fierce predatory skill.

FCO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~:: So, are you keeping the kitten permanently or just while you interrogate it?

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Just Psion.

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Where? ::looks for the kitten:;

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Oh....always wondered. So why did you join SF?

CTO_Psion:
~~FCO~~ I usually do not keep my prisoners.

FCO_Nichols:
::suddenly becomes homesick for Mac::

FCO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~: Believe me, you need a pet.

CMO_Matt:
OPS: You know I don't mix well...I think for now I'd just like to pay due respects to my lost friend.

CSO_KBeth:
CIV: We would have a royal feast and a good howl.  We embrace death and laugh at it.

CNS-Jiosa:
CSO: Yes it was most disturbing news for myself

CTO_Psion:
TO:  It offered me the opportunity to advance my knowledge.

CNS-Jiosa:
::watches Lea::

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:At least my Klingon side does...I Don't know much about my Bajoran side...

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Oh, before I forget, we need to finish that 'mind-meld' you started on me a while ago....it is disturbing.

MO_Lea:
::Leans against the wall, sips her ice water, and begins to watch the other occupants of the room. Doesn't make eye contact with CNS::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: I guess that's more or less the reason I joined. ::takes a sip: That...and I didn't want to be a farmer.

CNS-Jiosa:
::Well who first the CMO or MO, both need it, but Lea was,is my friend but she'll hate me for it::

OPS_Lynam:
CMO: Alright.  I understand.  But you know, someone told me recently that I had friends aboard this ship, and that goes for you too.  Try to remember that eh?  ::Pats Laiiron on the shoulder and walks away.::

CO_Grant:
::steps outside of holodeck for a moment::

CO_Grant:
::goes to computer panel::

FCO_Nichols:
::picks up the kitten and feels it cuddle into her neck::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Farmer?

CO_Grant:
Computer: Any messages waiting for me?

Nicke_:
ACTION: computer panel shows there is a message waitng for him

CMO_Matt:
::watches as Lynam walks away::

Nicke_:
<computer> yes captain: one message sir.  From starfleet

CO_Grant:
COmputer: Display message

FCO_Nichols:
::walks back to Psion and Hawkes::

Nicke_:
<computer displays message>

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Yeah, My family owns a farm in Northwest Georgia on Earth. We raise all sorts of things....trees, flowers...food. But it wasn't for me. I wanted to see the stars. ::looks a psion a moment. :: By which I mean other planets. ::smiles::

FCO_Nichols:
TO: She's adorable Hawkes, have you found a home for her?

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: It's been in my family for generations...since jsut after the old Civil War.

Nicke_:
Message: USS Delphyne to proceed to the Black nebula along the Breen border

CIV_McLeod:
CSO:  You know, I've always felt that we were similar in many ways.

MO_Lea:
::Quietly sips her water::

FCO_Nichols:
::glances over at Lynam::

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:How so?

CNS-Jiosa:
::slams down the rest of the drink and puts the empty glass back on the bar::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  I have visited the country of Mexico on that planet.  It is desert climate very similar to Vulcan.

TO_Hawkes:
FCO: No, not yet...I wasn't aware that it was my job... ::smiles::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: Hmm, Really, I always figured that Vulcan was more extreme than that in climate.

CIV_McLeod:
CSO: well, we both came onto the Delphyne at nearly the same time.  You seem to have the same trouble that I do with making relationships here that I do.

TO_Hawkes:
FCO: Why? ANy suggestions on how I should go about it?

CO_Grant:
::Reads the message::

CTO_Psion:
FCO:  I shall take the the lifeform.  My investigation of it must proceed.

FCO_Nichols:
TO: Well, we can't let the poor thing go stray.  I think you should give it him.  ::points to Psion::

CO_Grant:
::frowns then closes the action on panel::

TO_Hawkes:
FCO: Well, I can't really argue with him...he's my boss.

CO_Grant:
::Reenters the holodeck, with serious look on face.::

FCO_Nichols:
CTO: You dissect it or harm it in any way and I'll have your hide.  You got that?

CMO_Matt:
::watches as the Captain enters::

CO_Grant:
::strides purposefully towards OPS::

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:I agree with you there. ::laughs slightly:: My brother says that my social graces could put a stump to sleep

FCO_Nichols:
TO: But I'll stand up for the kitten and so will alot of this crew now. ::smiles::

CTO_Psion:
FCO:  I understand.  And I shall commit to that promise.

OPS_Lynam:
::Sees the CO approaching and sighs::

OPS_Lynam:
Self: Killjoy.

TO_Hawkes:
FCO: But are you sure you want a lovable little kitten to be raised by a logical vulcan...or come to think of it....are you sure we want a Vulcan to be stuck with the care of a kitty? ::Hmmm this could be interesting. ::

MO_Lea:
::Notes the stir in the crowd and trains her vision upon the OPS and CO, who seem to be the center of the activity::

FCO_Nichols:
CTO: I'm glad to hear it.  And besides, you need a pet my friend.

CTO_Psion:
TO:  It'll be contemplating the universe before you know it Mr. Hawkes.

FCO_Nichols:
TO: I want a kitten to be raised by a half-Betazoid!  Most of us love animals!

CIV_McLeod:
CSO:  I was so bad that as a child, I would run away whenever my parents invited another child to our home:: ::smirks::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: I believe that! What will you call her Psion?

CO_Grant:
Mr.Lynam:Further merriment must be postponed. We have orders to go to Black nebula near Breen space. Unusual sensor readings might foretell an attack on federation space. Gracefully close down the program and send everyone back to duty

TO_Hawkes:
FCO: Oh....good point!

CSO_KBeth:
::Starts to laugh::CIV: You too???

CTO_Psion:
TO:  "Cat".

TO_Hawkes:
::hears the word "Breen", and the smile freezes on his face::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Or "Small Cat".

FCO_Nichols:
::slaps her forhead:: CTO: Psion, my friend, give her a name not a species title.

CMO_Matt:
::a fire starts within him at the name of the Breen::

CTO_Psion:
::Looks at FCO and TO::

OPS_Lynam:
CO: well o.k sir, but we haven't had the traditional Irish brawl yet.  ::Grins::

TO_Hawkes:
CTO: OH...yeah... ::Obviously preoccupied with trying to catch what the CO is saying to OPS::

MO_Lea:
::Supresses a sigh, and finishes the last bit of her water::

CIV_McLeod:
::smiles at CSO:: CSO: To say I was a loner might have been understatement.

CO_Grant:
OPS: That too must be postponed MR.Lynam

CO_Grant:
OPS: I am headed to the bridge now. YOu held a good party but we must return to duty

FCO_Nichols:
::senses CO, OPS, and CMO on edge::

OPS_Lynam:
::Thinks about popping the captain in the nose.  Decides it would be a bad carreer move.::

OPS_Lynam:
CO: Aye sir.

CO_Grant:
::Turns and swiftly exits the holodeck, heading towards the Turbolift::

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:I ended up with most of the Klingon traits..my brother with the Bajoran traits::sighs:: oh well..::smiles at CIV::

TO_Hawkes:
::finishes his rootbeer in a hurry....expecting he may need to.::

CMO_Matt:
::leaves the holodeck as well, quickly returning to deck seven and sickbay::

OPS_Lynam:
::Goes to the band and tells them to play "Auld Lang signe" <sp>

MO_Lea:
::Walks to the bar, sets down her glass, and exits the holodeck::

FCO_Nichols:
::pets the kitten one last time and walks to Lynam::

OPS_Lynam:
::Hops up on the bar and signals for everyones to quiet down::

CNS-Jiosa:
Self: We didn't brawl, didn't dance, and I'm not dead drunk on the floor, they call this a wake? ::smiles to herself::

CSO_KBeth:
CIV:Maybe you can show me how pirates fight?  I heard that a sword is almost as good as a bat'leth

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: What's happening?

CO_Grant:
::Rides TL to Deck one::

CTO_Psion:
::Looks at Lynam::

MO_Lea:
::Enters a turbolift:: TL: Sickbay, quickly. ::This time sighs::

OPS_Lynam:
ALL: May I have your attention?  We have new orders and you all are to report back to duty.  First, the band will play a traditional farewell tune to close out or memorial for Mr. Wall.  Sing along if you know the words.

CMO_Matt:
::sits down at his desk in sickbay::

CIV_McLeod:
CSO:  If you're interested.  Maybe sometime you could teach me about the bat'leth.  I think I would enjoy learning.

CTO_Psion:
::Doubts he knows the words::

OPS_Lynam:
FCO: We're gonna sing, that's what!  ::Pulls Nichols up on the bar::

CSO_KBeth:
::smiles at CIV::Sure..if you tell me the words to this song...

CMO_Matt:
::removes his belongings descreetly from the desk::

MO_Lea:
::Exits the turbolift, walks down the corridor and enters sickbay. Catches the eye of E'Tal and sees him nod::

CO_Grant:
::EXITS onto the bridge:;

CMO_Matt:
::looks up to see Lea enter::

CO_Grant:
::Briefly notices the dutyofficer and heads into Ready ROom::

CMO_Matt:
::stands, and gives her a curt nod::

CIV_McLeod:
::nods and listens for the song::

MO_Lea:
::Walks up and returns the nod:: CMO: Welcome back Doctor... ::Notices a few things lying around that were not there a few hours ago::

FCO_Nichols:
::puts her arms on Fox's shoulder as music starts::

CMO_Matt:
MO: Thank you...it's good to be home.

CMO_Matt:
::picks up the padds and such from the desk::

FCO_Nichols:
OPS: You okay?

CMO_Matt:
MO: If you need me, I'll be in my quarters going over some work.

OPS_Lynam:
::Leads the crew in the song, singing pretty well for having no real training.::

Nicke_:
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