Gah... I'm very sorry.. shows how often I check my email lately =/
If you don't have it already, here's the log. I'm not sure why I saved this
of all of them in .txt format... sorries.
Lieutenant T'Kirr Chief Science Officer, USS Atlantis, CPA
From: "Brad Ruder" <GroundZero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> Reply-To: ussatlantis@xxxxxxxxxxxxx To: ussatlantis@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: <USS Atlantis> Tonight's Simulation Date: Tue, 6 May 2003 15:34:59 -0700
To All:
I will be unable to participate in tonight's festivities and such for my choir I'm involved with is participating in an all-city music program tonight that starts at 7:00 PM pacific, but I have to be robed and ready to rehearse at 6:00 PM pacific. I won't be back until after 9:00 PM pacific so it defeats the purpose of attempting to get back on time.
PLEASE:
Would someone save the chat log and send it to me at this address? Last time I requested and no one sent me anything! T'Kirr, if you'd be as nice to just save the sim parts and send it to me? That'd be great, so I can at least get a log out.
- Adam
You have just entered room "Celestial Prime." WillFMarlowe: What're you taking? (Hallo, T'Kirr.) MajorAZinthys: Colonial Caribbean and Shakespeare's Histories MajorAZinthys: For the first half of the term MajorAZinthys: Heya, 'Kirr Lt TKirr: Heya VAdm Sankoh has entered the room. WillFMarlowe: Actually, one of my finals on Thursday is for a Shakespeare class. We read I Henry IV . . . Jack Falstaff is a kick. MajorAZinthys: Yup. I was in Henry V back in high school WillFMarlowe: Who'd you play? MajorAZinthys: King of France WillFMarlowe: Ah. Did you like it? JainaBlackthorne has entered the room. JainaBlackthorne: ::walks in, serenely:: MajorAZinthys: Yeah, it was cool. My director, a history teacher by trade, repeatedly informed us of the deliberate historical inaccuracies, so it was an interesting experience VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> My, you're looking serene this evening, Jaina. Lt TKirr: ::looks at Sankoh:: I was about to comment on that myself, Admiral. JainaBlackthorne: ::smiles:: How nice of you to notice, Seamus. MajorAZinthys: Just saw X2. Hehe. Frickin' kick ass Lt TKirr: Yeah! Lt TKirr: Who's your favorite mutant =P JainaBlackthorne: Cyclops. ::sighs:: ;-) Lt TKirr: Lol, not much of him in the 2nd movie =( JainaBlackthorne: I know. :-( MajorAZinthys: In the movie, it was *definetly* Colossus ::Far-away dreamy-eyed look:: JainaBlackthorne: But, you got to see his sensitive side. Lt TKirr: Pssh he had what, 1 scene Zinthys? MajorAZinthys: Usually it's Jean, though MajorAZinthys: ::Shrugs:: So? Lt TKirr: He seemed a bit out-of-touch, with that ability he should be fighting with the X-Men =P VAdm Sankoh: Alright, looks like this is everyone for tonight, so let's get started. MajorAZinthys: http://www.lostsoulwolverine.com/gallery/g317.jpg MajorAZinthys: He's saving a little girl in just his boxers. I mean, like, yum VAdm Sankoh: ::clears his throat:: MajorAZinthys: Oh, that's me. Right. MajorAZinthys: ::Pulls out a sparkling silver whistle of.... whistleyness:: MajorAZinthys: ::Blows into it:: MajorAZinthys: Attention!! Lt TKirr: ::AA:: JainaBlackthorne: ::AA:: WillFMarlowe: ::AA:: VAdm Sankoh: Alright, for tonight, Atlantis is still docked at Starbase 37 repairing as quickly as possible. VAdm Sankoh: News has just come in to the Admirals that the Romulans have broken through the line where Alexandria once resided and are about to take Betazed. VAdm Sankoh: And the Blackthornes have just learned that Seamus was supposed to have died five years ago, and that this event triggered a fork in the timeline. JainaBlackthorne: >Stupid forkin' timeline!< WillFMarlowe: <<Damn, you beat me.>> JainaBlackthorne: >Sorry. :-) < VAdm Sankoh: So things are a little wonky, to say the least. VAdm Sankoh: Questions? VAdm Sankoh: Comments? VAdm Sankoh: Snide remarks? MajorAZinthys: What's "wonky"? JainaBlackthorne: Sankoh. WillFMarlowe: Well, ever had one of those days when you wake up--not necessarily in familiar surroundings, mind you--and you just can't walk straight . . . ? VAdm Sankoh: I walked into that. MajorAZinthys: ::Laughs:: MajorAZinthys: I thought that was "wobbly", Will VAdm Sankoh: Mrs. Blackthorne? JainaBlackthorne: That's usually called "Saturday Morning After A Helluva Party. WillFMarlowe: Really? Maybe I'm wrong. Or maybe it's just a question of dialect. JainaBlackthorne: Oh, no, I was saying that Sankoh was wonky. :-) VAdm Sankoh: Yes, I am. :-) VAdm Sankoh: So, with that... VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM Lt TKirr: ::monitors things from her post on the Bridge:: MajorAZinthys: ::Overseeing shipments of arms from the starbase:: VAdm Sankoh: ::in the ready room, preparing battle plans:: Lt TKirr: <<Oh yeah.. has the crew been informed?>> WillFMarlowe: ::in his quarters:: JainaBlackthorne: ::standing, now, looking at Guinan, holding Seamus' arm: Guinan, what if you're wrong? WillFMarlowe: ::with a phaser and a goose egg on his forehead, courtesy of the creature that took up residence in his room in his absence:: VAdm Sankoh: Yeoman Schwartz> She's not wrong, Ambassador. VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::simply sighs:: JainaBlackthorne: So, are you telling me that... if if we...kill Seamus, the timeline will be fixed? That can't be! Lt TKirr: ::runs a diagnostic on specific newly-fully-operational systems:: WillFMarlowe: ::creeps on tiptoe to the bathroom door, then presses himself against the wall and slowly cranes his neck to around the corner:: VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> Not kill Seamus directly... but he has to have gone on that mission through the wormhole. WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::huddled inside the sonic shower:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::furrows his brow:: WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::one impossibly long and floppy ear perks up as the Intruder approaches:: Lt TKirr: ::remains Vulcan-like and boring, standing at her post:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> You're suggesting... time travel? VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> ::nods and looks at the Blackthornes:: Lt TKirr: ::plays some more NeoTetris on her console:: Lt TKirr: ::wonders to herself, Whatever is going to happen?:: WillFMarlowe: ::braces himself, then turns the corner:: Come get some, you--::it is then that the frosted glass door of the sonic shower explodes; Marlowe's phaser goes off, but by the time that happens he is flat on his back:: WillFMarlowe: ::the beam hits a light fixture and the bathroom goes dark:: JainaBlackthorne: How would we manage to accomplish that? JainaBlackthorne: We can't exactly go back in time. Lt TKirr: ::straightens her black hair absently, looking around the bridge, remembering where every Romulan had stood, where everyone had hid, and especially where a certain crewman perished:: VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> Of course you can. Slingshot around the sun and all that. Lt TKirr: <<lol Sankoh>> WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::hiding under a broken piece of furniture in the front room . . . its nose twitches wildly:: Lt TKirr: ::closes her eyes and signs silently, then goes about contacting an ensign to relieve her from her station:: JainaBlackthorne: Slingshot around the sun..... in what ship? VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> The Atlantis was supposed to have gone on the mission. VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> Aye, I was commanding her at the time. JainaBlackthorne: Seamus, this is craziness. Lt TKirr: ::nods as the ensign enters, and she trades places with him and enters the TL:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> What if he's right, Jaina? Lt TKirr: Main Science. WillFMarlowe: ::his head is in terrible pain; he closes his eyes, but the image is burned into his brain: it was some sort of rabbit. With a bulbous, ridiculously hard head. And--oh yes. It could fly.:: JainaBlackthorne: What if he's right? You mean, I'm supposed to live without you? WillFMarlowe: ::it looked something like a flying squirrel, with furry "wings" spread between its legs and arms. Like a fucking little cape.:: LtJGAaron Markus has entered the room. Lt TKirr: ::exits the lift and walks towards the lab:: VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> If it is any consolation... ::looks off into the distance:: With the shortened Dominion War, Ian Blackthorne's ship will not have been destroyed. Lt TKirr: ::enters the lab:: JainaBlackthorne: Ian? Lt TKirr: Chevalier> ::Looks up:: Oh, hello T'Kirr. WillFMarlowe: All right. Time to take a different tack. ::stands up--precariously at first--and walks to the bedroom to retrieve a pillow case:: JainaBlackthorne: ::blinks several times:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> Ian won't die? VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> He's the one who is supposed to be here.... JainaBlackthorne: You... you're asking me to choose between my husband and my son?? Lt TKirr: ::nods to the doctor and finds the first console to look things over:: VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> Not just your son. The future of the Federation. WillFMarlowe: ::whistles:: Come out come out where--::hears something rustle behind a broken sofa and turns just in time to capture the thing inside the pillow case:: Lt TKirr: Chevalier> ::smiles and picks up a sample container, presenting it to T'Kirr:: Look, I got this finished. The light refraction is twice what we thought it was! JainaBlackthorne: ::drops her head:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> I have to do it. WillFMarlowe: ::holds it shut and spins it a few times to make sure the creature can't escape:: WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::struggles, entangling itself in the fabric:: JainaBlackthorne: ::lifts her head, a sad expression in her eyes:: WillFMarlowe: There. That's better. ::places the tangled case on his desk and pulls a tricorder from the drawer:: JainaBlackthorne: I know you do, Dear. LtJGAaron Markus has left the room. VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> +Sankoh+ Blackthorne to Sankoh. JainaBlackthorne: Apparently, I made a life without you, before. Lt TKirr: ::raises her brows a little, showing her surprise in the least-emotional way, and looks up at the container:: Did you test it with the iodine? VAdm Sankoh: +Blackthorne+ Sankoh here. WillFMarlowe: Now, what the hell do you think you are . . . ? ::scans, then furrows his brow:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> +Sankoh+ Commence evacuation of the Atlantis. WillFMarlowe: ::taps the small instrument, feeding the data to the ship's computer:: Computer, identify this creature. VAdm Sankoh: +Blackthorne+ ::confused, but doesn't argue:: Yes, sir. VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::closes the comm:: JainaBlackthorne: ::looks at Seamus:: Can I go with you? VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::looks to Schwartz: WillFMarlowe: Computer> Specimin does not match any known animal species. VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> She survives that mission. VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> Yes, then you can. Lt TKirr: Chevalier> ::nods enthusiastically:: Yes, I did it twice. ::puts the container down and accesses the database, pointing to the screen:: It seems to come from some sort of mammal, but I haven't a clue what from. WillFMarlowe: ::blinks and sits back:: Maybe they were studying it on the Alexandria. WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::muffled sounds of indignation:: Lt TKirr: ::looks at the screen Chevalier's pointing to:: Fascinating. WillFMarlowe: +T'Kirr+ Lieutenant T'Kirr, this is Ensign Marlowe. Do you have a moment? Lt TKirr: ::looks up, staring at the wall:: +Marlowe+ Yes, is there a problem? Lt TKirr: Chevalier> ::looks at T'Kirr:: VAdm Sankoh: Sankoh> +SHIPWIDE+ This is Admiral Sankoh. Evacuate the ship immediately to the Alexandria, by order of Fleet Admiral Blackthorne. MajorAZinthys: ::Wrinkles brow:: JainaBlackthorne: ::trying to find something to laugh at:: What does one wear to a time travel? MajorAZinthys: <m> Alexandria...? Lt TKirr: ::looks back at Chevalier at the interrupted comm message:: WillFMarlowe: +T'Kirr+ I have something here that--::blinks at Sankoh's message:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> Is that black tie or white tie? VAdm Sankoh: Sankoh> ::packs what he can into a duffel and makes sure Gertrude is on his shoulder:: Lt TKirr: ::closes out her terminal and heads for the door, Chevalier at her heels:: MajorAZinthys: ::Shrugs and picks up his phaser rifle:: MajorAZinthys: ::Grabs a few PADDs and heads to the starbase:: WillFMarlowe: ::stands:: Okay. If you promise to stay still, you can come out of the pillow case. Lt TKirr: ::waits for the busy lift to pick her up, then shoots to her quarters:: WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::shoulders slumped:: JainaBlackthorne: Oh, Seamus.... this can't be happening. WillFMarlowe: All right. ::untwists the case and allows the creature to step out:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::contacts Sankoh and appraises him of the situation:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> Well, think of it... I'm sure there are parallel dimensions where neither me nor Ian dies... WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::chitters and grunts and grinds his teeth, apparently giving Marlowe hell:: Lt TKirr: ::packs up her few belongings into a grey case and exits her quarters, making for the base:: VAdm Sankoh: Sankoh> +T'Kirr+ VAdm Sankoh: Sankoh to T'Kirr. Lt TKirr: +Sankoh+ Go ahead, sir. VAdm Sankoh: +T'Kirr+ Report to my ready room, please. JainaBlackthorne: ::looks at him:: And that's supposed to make me feel better? Lt TKirr: +Sankoh+ Acknowledged. Lt TKirr: ::doubles back:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> There's nothing I could say that would make you feel better. WillFMarlowe: I don't have anything to pack . . . ::finds a standard-issue knapsack in the closet:: Hop in and stay down, okay? VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> Aside from the fact that the people on Betazed who are about to die don't have to. WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::eyes the knapsack, thinking it's not looking very different from the stupid pillow case:: Lt TKirr: ::exits TL on the bridge and quickly chimes Sankoh's RR:: VAdm Sankoh: Come! WillFMarlowe: ::sighs:: We have to hurry. ::indicates the knapsack:: Please? Lt TKirr: ::enters, eyes darting around the room and finding Sankoh, looking at him expectantly:: Lt TKirr: Sir? WillFMarlowe: Creature> ::nimbly hops into the knapsack:: Lt TKirr: ::wonders what the heck is going on:: VAdm Sankoh: Lieutenant, I need you to compute a time travel course around the local star. VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> And Jaina, think of Ian. Lt TKirr: ::stares helplessly:: JainaBlackthorne: ::nods:: I know... I do know. JainaBlackthorne: It just seems to unfair that I have to choose. Lt TKirr: ::re-grips the case in her hand before it slips and asks:: Admiral? VAdm Sankoh: Yes? VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> No one should have to make this choice. WillFMarlowe: ::flips the flap over the top but does not zip it shut, allowing the animal to look out with big, black eyes:: Lt TKirr: For what time? Lt TKirr: ::ignores her confusion:: VAdm Sankoh: September 4, 2377. WillFMarlowe: Let's go then. ::leaves his quarters and makes his way to a lift:: Lt TKirr: <<Aw.. Marlowe found a bunny-squirrely pet...>> Lt TKirr: ::nods and moves to leave, but watches him over her shoulder, not finding his expression tolerant of protest:: JainaBlackthorne: ::moves towards the docking port for Atlantis:: How long will this take? ::trying to be composed:: VAdm Sankoh: ::walking with her:: When we get there, we'll have a mission into the Gamma quadrant to undertake... likely a day or so. WillFMarlowe: {{<g>}} VAdm Sankoh: ::watches her leave:: WillFMarlowe: Deck 9. VAdm Sankoh: ::takes a last look over the ready room:: Lt TKirr: ::uses every bit of mental concentration she can muster, taking her station and beginning to plot a course:: WillFMarlowe: ::steps out of the lift after the short ride, then joins the crowd converging on the transporter rooms:: Lt TKirr: How many of us, sir? I recall you are having Atlantis evacuated. VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::notes that they are the only people entering the ship:: Lt TKirr: ::hates time-travelling:: VAdm Sankoh: ::takes his duffel and Gertrude onto the bridge:: VAdm Sankoh: Two people, I believe. Lt TKirr: ::nods solemnly, knowing some strange, but important mission is at hand, and is patient enough to find out later:: Lt TKirr: ::double-checks her work and looks up:: That should do it, sir. VAdm Sankoh: Make it so that Admiral Blackthorne can engage it with a press of a button. VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::enters the Atlantis with Jaina:: Lt TKirr: ::thinks:: Lt TKirr: ::blinks:: MajorAZinthys: ::Looks around on the Starbase, wondering where to go:: Lt TKirr: ::programs:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::walks with her to the bridge, finding the ship empty:: Lt TKirr: It shall be accessed from your chair. VAdm Sankoh: Perfect. Lt TKirr: ::stands at the ready, waiting for orders, giving one final look over her station she doesn't expect to see again:: VAdm Sankoh: Thank you, Lieutenant. You're dismissed. VAdm Sankoh: ::turns to Blackthorne:: VAdm Sankoh: ::both of them:: Lt TKirr: ::nods and picks up her case, heading towards the TL, almost bumping into the Blackthornes:: Lt TKirr: ::nods to them and slips past:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> Is the ship evacuated? VAdm Sankoh: ::nods:: VAdm Sankoh: She's all yours, sir. WillFMarlowe: ::as a junior officer, he's among the last to leave . . . is part of the last group, actually, to be beamed off the ship:: Lt TKirr: ::rides TL:: JainaBlackthorne: ::keeps a hold on Seamus' arm:: VAdm Sankoh: I admire what you're doing. VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::nods:: Dismissed, Admiral. Lt TKirr: ::notices the ship deathly empty, remembering such a state not too long ago:: WillFMarlowe: ::materializes on the starbase and exits the transporter room, wondering where he's supposed to go now:: JainaBlackthorne: ::being very brave, and not being the emotional basker case her husband would hate to see:: VAdm Sankoh: Good luck to the both of you. Lt TKirr: ::exits the Atlantis and looks around, now on the Starbase:: VAdm Sankoh: +Alexandria+ One to beam away, plus a bird. VAdm Sankoh: ::shimmers away with Gertrude:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::turns to Jaina:: Well, I always wanted to have a ship to ourselves. Lt TKirr: ::moves past a door and sees Marlowe, barely recognizing him, and remembers his hail:: Mr. Marlowe? WillFMarlowe: ::looks up:: Lieutenant T'Kirr? Lt TKirr: ::ignores his pack, until he sees it shift oddly:: Lt TKirr: You contacted me before evacuation. Lt TKirr: ::continues to eye the pack:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::sits in the center seat and gets departure clearance: JainaBlackthorne: ::smiles weakly at her husband:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::sees the big red flashing button on his console that T'Kirr left, pushes it:: Lt TKirr: ArmChairButton> ::glows readily under Seamus' hand:: VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::feels Atlantis slide out of the Starbase's dock:: WillFMarlowe: Yes. I was wondering if you could look at something for me. Do you know where we're supposed to go? VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::Takes Jaina's hand:: MajorAZinthys: <<::Would probably be red if Blackthorne's hand was on him, too::>> VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::watches Atlantis go through the spacedoors, turn toward the nearby star, and go to warp:: Lt TKirr: ::blinks, meeting his eyes again:: I have not received orders about where to go, but I assume to our posts until further notice. ::looks at his pack again:: What did you wish to show me? VAdm Sankoh: Seamus Blackthorne> ::squeezes Jaina's hand and then leans over to kiss her:: VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Atlantis accelerates rapidly toward the star. Lt TKirr: <<At 90pct efficiency>> VAdm Sankoh: <<Even at 90%, she still hauls ass. :-) >> Lt TKirr: <<:-D>> JainaBlackthorne: ::kisses her husband.... goodbye:: VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Atlantis, breaks to sling around the star at warp 9.99, entering time travel... VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Then everything changes... VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM Lt TKirr: ::pauses:: WillFMarlowe: ::pauses:: MajorAZinthys: ::Blows into that dastardly whistle again:: MajorAZinthys: Attention! Lt TKirr: ::AA:: WillFMarlowe: ::AA:: VAdm Sankoh: Everything is going back to the normal Trek timeline after tonight. MajorAZinthys: ? VAdm Sankoh: We were, of course, in an alternate universe created by the timeline fork. VAdm Sankoh: Some of you may remember the mission involving Blackthorne's death five RL years ago, I'm not sure. But this concludes a five-year chapter of Atlantis history! Lt TKirr: Oooooo.... VAdm Sankoh: The universe will be back to normal, but we'll be keeping the Marines and fighter squadron. the SFAF as a branch of service will be gone, but the pilots will remain as regular Starflet. Lt TKirr: ::will never get briefed on what was happening:: VAdm Sankoh: So things won't be terribly different. JainaBlackthorne: And Jaina will be none the wiser for sending her hubby to his gruesome death. MajorAZinthys: k VAdm Sankoh: And speaking of that...\ VAdm Sankoh: This also marks the conclusion of the Sankoh character. Lt TKirr: Gah VAdm Sankoh: During the sim, it was mentioned that Ian Blackthorne survives in the normal timeline. He will be the new Vice Admiral. VAdm Sankoh: You'll be seeing a large email from me summing all of this up. VAdm Sankoh: With that, any questions on what happened tonight? MajorAZinthys: ::Now knows for sure why Gem never bothered putting Sankoh's name on her sig:: Lt TKirr: My character wasn't in Starfleet 5 years ago =P Lt TKirr: Well.. in THIS timeline. Guess that means bios change and characters are transfered in? VAdm Sankoh: Feel free to make any changes to your character's history to coincide with the normal timeline. Basically, here's one big chance to change anything you may not like. WillFMarlowe: Mine either. Will we just assume that our characters would have been assigned to the Atlantis anyway? VAdm Sankoh: You don't have to change anything you don't want. VAdm Sankoh: Yes, of course. Lt TKirr: In the email, please put the new year =) VAdm Sankoh: It's the same year, just with a different history leading up to it. Lt TKirr: Ah okay VAdm Sankoh: Meaning you probably won't have to change anything. VAdm Sankoh: I believe the current Trek year is 2382. WillFMarlowe: Nine years after First Contact. Where oh where has the time gone? VAdm Sankoh: The only big things are if your character was affected by the prolonged war. VAdm Sankoh: Which didn't happen. :-D Lt TKirr: Only 9 years after? That means technology's squat VAdm Sankoh: Now, let's give a big hand to our guest player, the lovely Mrs. Blackthorne! WillFMarlowe: ::claps:: Lt TKirr: ::claps:: JainaBlackthorne: ::smiles:: it was lovely to be here. VAdm Sankoh: ::starts to clap, but appluads instead:: MajorAZinthys: ::pokes:: LotM VAdm Sankoh: That's all for tonight. Look for a big email from me, from a new address! Lt TKirr: Oh great Lt TKirr: That means I have to shuffle through porn mail =/ VAdm Sankoh: It's probably ian.blackthorne@xxxxxxx Lt TKirr: Okies =D VAdm Sankoh: That's all for tonight! Dismissed and see y'all next week! Lt TKirr: Whew! Bye then =) Lt TKirr: There went your idea, Marlowe MajorAZinthys has left the room. JainaBlackthorne has left the room. VAdm Sankoh: G'night! VAdm Sankoh has left the room.
