Des and Merinn spend the day refining fuel and testing and tweaking equipment in Engineering. They both are quite happy with the way the ship is shaking out. The only continuing problems are those three balky grav modules, but except for drawing a tad more power than they should they aren't a problem. Later in the day, Des is called away from Engineering by Bart who has been playing with the tutorials for the ship's turret weapons. She knows what she is doing, he doesn't, but maybe given time she could teach him... Once the cargo is loaded, Kirkor gets on the horn with Starport Control and gets a launch slot for early in the morning of 12/1111. Paris has been leading passengers around the ship all day. All morning and most of the afternoon it was low passengers, but as the afternoon wore on the high passengers began to arrive. Getting them into their staterooms and their luggage stowed in the cargo hold kept her too busy to get anything else accomplished. Good thing she prepared a light dinner for the passengers in advanced and stored it away. Most people only want a light meal on the day of lift...especially those with weak stomaches, and the crew can make do with instaheats tonight. In the future, Paris thinks she should get one of the other crew to help with the passenger duties...Des or Bart might be available. Lord Percy seems to have holded up in his stateroom all day, as he disappeared into the stateroom after he arrived at the ship and hasn't been seen since. Paris served him dinner in his stateroom last night and breakfast this morning. The man seemed subdued, even depressed, and still a bit less than completely sober each of the times Paris saw him. Eris Akus Moby
> Des and Merinn spend the day refining fuel and testing and > tweaking equipment in Engineering. They both are quite happy > with the way the ship is shaking out. The only continuing > problems are those three balky grav modules, but except for > drawing a tad more power than they should they aren't a problem. > > Later in the day, Des is called away from Engineering by Bart > who has been playing with the tutorials for the ship's turret > weapons. She knows what she is doing, he doesn't, but maybe > given time she could teach him... > > Once the cargo is loaded, Kirkor gets on the horn with > Starport Control and gets a launch slot for early in the > morning of 12/1111. > > Paris has been leading passengers around the ship all day. All > morning and most of the afternoon it was low passengers, but > as the afternoon wore on the high passengers began to arrive. > Getting them into their staterooms and their luggage stowed in > the cargo hold kept her too busy to get anything else > accomplished. Good thing she prepared a light dinner for the > passengers in advanced and stored it away. Most people only > want a light meal on the day of lift...especially those with > weak stomaches, and the crew can make do with instaheats > tonight. In the future, Paris thinks she should get one of the > other crew to help with the passenger duties...Des or Bart > might be available.(thinks about it) > Lord Percy seems to have holded up in his stateroom all day, > as he disappeared into the stateroom after he arrived at the > ship and hasn't been seen since. Paris served him dinner in > his stateroom last night and breakfast this morning. The man > seemed subdued, even depressed, and still a bit less than > completely sober each of the times Paris saw him. Paris, before going back upstairs, gives a bellow. "Bart! Des! I have a problem!" ...her stomach sinks...this is all going to end in tears...
----- Original Message ----- From: john.sanchez@us.army.mil > > Lord Percy seems to have holded up in his stateroom all day, > > as he disappeared into the stateroom after he arrived at the > > ship and hasn't been seen since. Paris served him dinner in > > his stateroom last night and breakfast this morning. The man > > seemed subdued, even depressed, and still a bit less than > > completely sober each of the times Paris saw him. > > Paris, before going back upstairs, gives a bellow. "Bart! Des! I > have a problem!" > > ...her stomach sinks...this is all going to end in tears... Desdaemona moves quickly out of the turret and heads towards the crew area. It's the first time she's had a chance to pay attention to anything beyond the heart and soul of the ship and she makes mental notes of weak points in the ships construction based on first hand personal knowledge. "What is problem?" She asks stepping through a hatch into the crew area. The tall redhead pushes her hair back from her face. "Toilet plugged?" She asks quickly and without waiting for more of a responce than a "no" she continues on with her interrogation, "Auto-chef making chicken soup instead of coffee? Cabin to cold? Water in shower scalding hot? Strange noises in plumbing?" Des
On Tuesday 03 July 2007 15:35:43 D S wrote: > ----- Original Message ----- > From: john.sanchez@us.army.mil > > > > Lord Percy seems to have holded up in his stateroom all day, > > > as he disappeared into the stateroom after he arrived at the > > > ship and hasn't been seen since. Paris served him dinner in > > > his stateroom last night and breakfast this morning. The man > > > seemed subdued, even depressed, and still a bit less than > > > completely sober each of the times Paris saw him. > > > > Paris, before going back upstairs, gives a bellow. "Bart! Des! I > > have a problem!" > > > > ...her stomach sinks...this is all going to end in tears... > > Desdaemona moves quickly out of the turret and heads towards > the crew area. It's the first time she's had a chance to pay attention > to anything beyond the heart and soul of the ship and she makes > mental notes of weak points in the ships construction based on > first hand personal knowledge. > > "What is problem?" She asks stepping through a hatch into the > crew area. The tall redhead pushes her hair back from her face. > > "Toilet plugged?" She asks quickly and without waiting for more > of a responce than a "no" she continues on with her interrogation, > "Auto-chef making chicken soup instead of coffee? Cabin to > cold? Water in shower scalding hot? Strange noises in plumbing?" Bart arrives once he figured out how to get out of the seat without nocking the little do-hickies off and what-cha-ma-callits cattiwhompus though he's still not sure about the thingy-ma-bob that lets the seat move. It wouldn't got back to where he found it. "Huh," he asks?
> > "Toilet plugged?" She asks quickly and without waiting for more > > of a responce than a "no" she continues on with her interrogation, > > "Auto-chef making chicken soup instead of coffee? Cabin to > > cold? Water in shower scalding hot? Strange noises in plumbing?" > > Bart arrives once he figured out how to get out of the seat > without nocking > the little do-hickies off and what-cha-ma-callits cattiwhompus > though he's > still not sure about the thingy-ma-bob that lets the seat move. It > wouldn't > got back to where he found it. > > "Huh," he asks? "Bart, I need help--I can do most of it, but I need you to push the serving carts and help set tables and stuff--between gunnery practices and then only at mealtimes and evening apertifs and such." She left out the part of the jumpsuit--that would come later. And she was right--it would all end in tears... ...especially if that'd help make him help.
On Tuesday 03 July 2007 18:16:08 john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > > "Toilet plugged?" She asks quickly and without waiting for more > > > of a responce than a "no" she continues on with her interrogation, > > > "Auto-chef making chicken soup instead of coffee? Cabin to > > > cold? Water in shower scalding hot? Strange noises in plumbing?" > > > > Bart arrives once he figured out how to get out of the seat > > without nocking > > the little do-hickies off and what-cha-ma-callits cattiwhompus > > though he's > > still not sure about the thingy-ma-bob that lets the seat move. It > > wouldn't > > got back to where he found it. > > > > "Huh," he asks? > > "Bart, I need help--I can do most of it, but I need you to push the serving > carts and help set tables and stuff--between gunnery practices and then > only at mealtimes and evening apertifs and such." "Sure no problem," he says. Turning to head back to the turret, he asks over his shoulder, " So when does the two legged cargo get here anyway?" > > She left out the part of the jumpsuit--that would come later. > > And she was right--it would all end in tears... > > ...especially if that'd help make him help.
> > > > "Toilet plugged?" She asks quickly and without waiting for more > > > > of a responce than a "no" she continues on with her > interrogation,> > > "Auto-chef making chicken soup instead of > coffee? Cabin to > > > > cold? Water in shower scalding hot? Strange noises in > plumbing?"> > > > > Bart arrives once he figured out how to get out of the seat > > > without nocking > > > the little do-hickies off and what-cha-ma-callits cattiwhompus > > > though he's > > > still not sure about the thingy-ma-bob that lets the seat > move. It > > > wouldn't > > > got back to where he found it. > > > > > > "Huh," he asks? > > > > "Bart, I need help--I can do most of it, but I need you to push > the serving > > carts and help set tables and stuff--between gunnery practices > and then > > only at mealtimes and evening apertifs and such." > > "Sure no problem," he says. Turning to head back to the turret, he > asks over > his shoulder, " So when does the two legged cargo get here anyway?" > > > > She left out the part of the jumpsuit--that would come later. > > > > And she was right--it would all end in tears... > > > > ...especially if that'd help make him help. "They're already here," she said, "been here for about an hour--you and Des have been working away in the turrets--you've been occupied."
On Tuesday 03 July 2007 18:56:26 john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > > > > "Toilet plugged?" She asks quickly and without waiting for more > > > > > of a responce than a "no" she continues on with her > > > > interrogation,> > > "Auto-chef making chicken soup instead of > > coffee? Cabin to > > > > > > > cold? Water in shower scalding hot? Strange noises in > > > > plumbing?"> > > > > > > > Bart arrives once he figured out how to get out of the seat > > > > without nocking > > > > the little do-hickies off and what-cha-ma-callits cattiwhompus > > > > though he's > > > > still not sure about the thingy-ma-bob that lets the seat > > > > move. It > > > > > > wouldn't > > > > got back to where he found it. > > > > > > > > "Huh," he asks? > > > > > > "Bart, I need help--I can do most of it, but I need you to push > > > > the serving > > > > > carts and help set tables and stuff--between gunnery practices > > > > and then > > > > > only at mealtimes and evening apertifs and such." > > > > "Sure no problem," he says. Turning to head back to the turret, he > > asks over > > his shoulder, " So when does the two legged cargo get here anyway?" > > > > > She left out the part of the jumpsuit--that would come later. > > > > > > And she was right--it would all end in tears... > > > > > > ...especially if that'd help make him help. > > "They're already here," she said, "been here for about an hour--you and Des > have been working away in the turrets--you've been occupied." "Were any of them armed?"
> > > > > Bart arrives once he figured out how to get out of the seat > > > > > without nocking > > > > > the little do-hickies off and what-cha-ma-callits cattiwhompus > > > > > though he's > > > > > still not sure about the thingy-ma-bob that lets the seat > > > move. It > > > > > > > > wouldn't > > > > > got back to where he found it. > > > > > > > > > > "Huh," he asks? > > > > > > > > "Bart, I need help--I can do most of it, but I need you to push > > > the serving > > > > carts and help set tables and stuff--between gunnery practices > > > and then > > > > only at mealtimes and evening apertifs and such." > > > > > > "Sure no problem," he says. Turning to head back to the > turret, he asks over > > > his shoulder, " So when does the two legged cargo get here > anyway?" > > > > > > She left out the part of the jumpsuit--that would come later. > > > > > > > > And she was right--it would all end in tears... > > > > > > > > ...especially if that'd help make him help. > > > > "They're already here," she said, "been here for about an hour-- > you and Des > > have been working away in the turrets--you've been occupied." > > "Were any of them armed?" PTGM: Good question, and one that I would not have thought of, though it would have been part of the onboard shakedown--any weapons? Other than perhaps a ceremonial blade?
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: >> "Were any of them armed?" > > PTGM: Good question, and one that I would not have thought > of, though it would have been part of the onboard > shakedown--any weapons? Other than perhaps a ceremonial > blade? OOC: /me grins... Two ceremonial blades and one ceremonial (but fully operational) revolver which the high passengers insisted on keeping with them, as well as six hand guns, two rifles, a smg and two shotguns among the rest of the high and low passengers which were turned over to you to be locked away in the ship's armory...which is in the ship's locker. However, if any of the high passengers had other weapons that they didn't *declare*, but had hidden on their persons, or in their luggage you won't know about it. The low passengers, also could have weapons hidden in their 1/2 stere storage area under their berths, but certainly not hidden *on* their persons...not after Doc got through putting them under. Eris Akus Moby
> >> "Were any of them armed?" > > > > PTGM: Good question, and one that I would not have thought > > of, though it would have been part of the onboard > > shakedown--any weapons? Other than perhaps a ceremonial > > blade? > > OOC: /me grins... > > Two ceremonial blades and one ceremonial (but fully > operational) revolver which the high passengers insisted on > keeping with them, as well as six hand guns, two rifles, a smg > and two shotguns among the rest of the high and low passengers > which were turned over to you to be locked away in the ship's > armory...which is in the ship's locker. > > However, if any of the high passengers had other weapons that > they didn't *declare*, but had hidden on their persons, or in > their luggage you won't know about it. The low passengers, > also could have weapons hidden in their 1/2 stere storage area > under their berths, but certainly not hidden *on* their > persons...not after Doc got through putting them under. OOG: Thanks. Paris looked at Bart. "The weaponry is tagged and bagged, just awaiting stowage and accountability and receipts issued to the owners--and the passengers and their luggage all cleared customs, which doesn't mean much, but that's why you're here, to protect..." She grinned up at the big Marine. "...poor little mice like me." She winked. "I'm not particularly worried--I've got an okay feeling about this trip."
----- Original Message ----- From: Eris Reddoch erisred@bellsouth.net > Des and Merinn spend the day refining fuel and testing and > tweaking equipment in Engineering. They both are quite happy > with the way the ship is shaking out. The only continuing > problems are those three balky grav modules, but except for > drawing a tad more power than they should they aren't a problem. > > Later in the day, Des is called away from Engineering by Bart > who has been playing with the tutorials for the ship's turret > weapons. She knows what she is doing, he doesn't, but maybe > given time she could teach him... Desdaemona watchs Bart in the simulator for a while before speaking up. "Yous never done this before has you?" She smiles thinly and pats him on the shoulder, "Is okay, we gets captain to fly with my side toward bad guys." "What you does before this job," she asks looking critically at the the ships bulkheads and superstructure near the turret. Des
On Tuesday 03 July 2007 15:15:39 D S wrote: > ----- Original Message ----- > From: Eris Reddoch erisred@bellsouth.net > > > Des and Merinn spend the day refining fuel and testing and > > tweaking equipment in Engineering. They both are quite happy > > with the way the ship is shaking out. The only continuing > > problems are those three balky grav modules, but except for > > drawing a tad more power than they should they aren't a problem. > > > > Later in the day, Des is called away from Engineering by Bart > > who has been playing with the tutorials for the ship's turret > > weapons. She knows what she is doing, he doesn't, but maybe > > given time she could teach him... > > Desdaemona watchs Bart in the simulator for a while before > speaking up. > > "Yous never done this before has you?" She smiles thinly > and pats him on the shoulder, "Is okay, we gets captain to fly > with my side toward bad guys." "Hmmph. No, at this rate I could throw my pistol at them and have a better chance of hitting them," he smile. "I was always on the other side of these big boys. You know, follow the bouncing laser, and if your curly hairs stood up you called it danger close." > > "What you does before this job," she asks looking critically > at the the ships bulkheads and superstructure near the turret. "On a ship," he laughs, "Drink caff, stop up the shitters, lose at poker, stand in line, watch porn, and every once in a great while get to board a ship or drop on a hot planet. Oh yea and shoot, stab, or blow up bad guys, but not with one of these big boys. That was the navy and fly boys job." "You?" Bart
