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From: john.sanchez@us.army.mil

> >  If that's off she fires that up and starts to run 
> >  diagnostics on that.
> 
> Paris appears in the entrance to these ladie's realm,
> she has, in hand, a rather large paper bag and a
> carton with three tall lid-covered styrofoam cups.
> "Take a break!" she called, "I brought tea, sandwiches
> and rolls!"

Desdaemona smiles as she wraps a rag around her knuckles,
"I likes a good roll."
 
> She moves over to an available workspace and opens the
> sack, pulling out some wrapped sandwiches and some
> sweet rolls--then went to Merinn and Desi both, handing
> each a styrofoam cup filled with a strong and hot black
> tea, sweetened almost to tooth-aching sweetness, but
> hot and good.

Des takes a sip and her eye's open up as the sweetness 
hits her taste buds, "Sugar feind, no wonders you gots
so much energy."
 
> "How goes it?" Paris questioned, sitting down in one of
> the secondary monitoring seats and taking a luxurious
> sip of her own tea.

"Is good," the angular redhead says taking a seat at
one of the primary terminals, "Jump is practically
fossilized but is good shape, fusion is brand new,
safety tags still on access covers.  Running primaries
now, we sees in morning what good what bad."

"Someones pampered her though, she in good shape so
far."

Des...

OMG...  I want...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QamZGR13g0M