You have just entered room ÒFKA Hnoiyika.Ó
KYele trWoodlock has entered the room.
KYele trWoodlock has left the room.
KYele trWoodlock has left the room.
Ilia tReki has entered the room.
Ilia tReki:	Yo. ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	Hey.
Arr C tSom has entered the room.
Ael   t Vecj:	::gonna beat Malor's butt::
KYele trWoodlock has entered the room.
KYele trWoodlock has left the room.
Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru, C'eryl. ;)
Ilia tReki:	Oh..?
Arr C tSom:	JT :)
Ael   t Vecj:	I wrote a log between him and Arrhae...
Ael   t Vecj:	A fantastic, beautiful log. ;) But he hasn't been online all week to approve it.
KYele trWoodlock has entered the room.
KYele trWoodlock:	Jolan Tru, all! Finally got in, I think..
Ilia tReki:	<g>
KYele trWoodlock:	I hope.
Arr C tSom has left the room.
Ilia tReki:	Course, course... and jolan tru K'Yele. ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	Hey, what did you encode at? 192?
KYele trWoodlock:	Course, I'm lagging like hell now..
Ilia tReki:	Umm...
Ilia tReki:	Haven't checked. ;)
Arr C tSom has entered the room.
Ael   t Vecj:	<g>
Ael   t Vecj:	They're big files.
Ael   t Vecj:	WB C'eryl.
Ilia tReki:	::hugs her CD::;)
Arr C tSom:	Hann'yyo
Ael   t Vecj:	::drinks her hot chocolate::
Arr C tSom:	::is all wound up, after that sim::
Ael   t Vecj:	Mmm...butterscotch...
KYele trWoodlock:	What happened to wind C'eryl up so?
Arr C tSom:	::hangs "artsy" pictures in Ael's quarters::
Ilia tReki:	Well... ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	Hann'yyo.
Ael   t Vecj:	;)
Ael   t Vecj:	Naked virginal people.
Ilia tReki:	"Virginal" .. ha. ;)
Arr C tSom:	Hey, I wasn't tthe one drooling
KYele trWoodlock:	..... ::edges toward the door...::
Ilia tReki:	Heeey! We could have another estrogen party in here!
Arr C tSom:	I was just busy priestessing
KYele trWoodlock:	::stops edging and breaks into a beeline::
Ilia tReki:	What a wimp.
Arr C tSom:	Stop the testostonal one!
Ilia tReki:	::runs after K'Yele::
Arr C tSom:	;)
Ilia tReki:	::launches into a flying tackle::
KYele trWoodlock:	::tackled::
Arr C tSom:	::settles down, goes to make sure Tylus is coming
Arr C tSom:	::
Ilia tReki:	::pins::
Ael   t Vecj:	Where is everyone?
Ilia tReki:	Um... did anyone happen to bring one of the hypos..?
Arr C tSom:	Tylus is en route.
Arr C tSom:	I don't think K'Yele needs a hypo
Ilia tReki:	Aww..
KYele trWoodlock:	'One of those hypos'...? ::struggles::
Ilia tReki:	Ack! Hey hey!
Ilia tReki:	::tries to keep him pinned::
Arr C tSom:	Let the XO go.
Arr C tSom:	He'll be OK.
Ilia tReki:	::sighs::hangs her head and crawls off::
KYele trWoodlock:	::jumps up and finds his way to his cowering corner::
Ilia tReki:	::shuffles into her plants::
TylusJadon has entered the room.
Lera tResan has entered the room.
Lera tResan:	::bounces in Leraly::
Malor Savk has entered the room.
KYele trWoodlock:	Jolan Tru, Tylus and Lera.
Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru, Tylus and Lera. ;)
Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru Malor. ;)
KYele trWoodlock:	Jolan tru, Malor.
Ilia tReki:	.. the tables've started to turn....
Malor Savk:	Jolan Trueveryone
TylusJadon:	Laraly Laraly Laraly, life is but a dream. :)
Ael   t Vecj:	Malor! ::pokepokepoke::
Arr C tSom:	::still in her vestments::
Lera tResan:	That's Leraly! :)
Arr C tSom:	But fitting, no?
TylusJadon:	oh, sorry....just sorta come out of minor trancish thingy.
Ael   t Vecj:	Yay, 7.
Ael   t Vecj:	Out of 9? We're missing Alisia and Telar, who's LOA.
Ilia tReki:	::shuffles upstairs to fetch some icecream::
Ilia tReki:	And considering she's new, that's not that bad of attendance.. ;)
KYele trWoodlock:	That's bad attendance of *her*.
KYele trWoodlock:	C'mon, 50% attendance is awful.. not to mention, you try to make a GOOD impression when you start a new job, right?
Ael   t Vecj:	Maybe she doesn't like us anymore.
Ilia tReki:	... maybe she forgot. ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	I did have the brief sent out kinda late. :/
Ael   t Vecj:	I was waiting for Malor to read my mail. ;)
Malor Savk:	I did and replied ;)
Malor Savk:	a little too late maybe..
Ael   t Vecj:	::runs to look::
Arr C tSom:	::takes her seat at helm::
Ael   t Vecj:	I haven't gotten a reply? :/ Was it just a few minutes ago?
Arr C tSom:	::wonders when she became Daisemedical::
Ael   t Vecj:	Umm... ;)
Arr C tSom:	::doesn't mind, just would have been nice to have a little ceremony/announcement thingy::
Arr C tSom:	::gets a doc coat on instead, feels suddenly more fashionable, heads for medical::
Malor Savk:	I sent it when I first got on.
Ael   t Vecj:	Vaed'rae!
KYele trWoodlock:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Arr C tSom:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Malor Savk:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Lera tResan:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Ael   t Vecj:	Lets have a vote: Should I send out the Arrhae/Malor log, which explains her mission sorta-kinda, or should I wait until after the sim?
Ael   t Vecj:	::waits for their votes breathlessly::
Arr C tSom:	::votes for after::
Malor Savk:	I vote send it out now.
Ilia tReki:	I'd say now, if you gave us time to read it. ;)
Arr C tSom:	::would have to pull up hotmail, etc::
KYele trWoodlock:	I'd agree with Ilia. But I doubt you'll give us the time to read it. ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	I would be happy to give you time. ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	I could send it to an AOL SN...it'd get there faster...
Ael   t Vecj:	Tylus?
Ilia tReki:	How long is it..?
Arr C tSom:	<send it to Physicstchr, then>
TylusJadon:	probably won't read it till later...either works
Arr C tSom:	We're not on that planet anymore, Ilia..oh..nevermind
Ilia tReki:	::coughcoughcough::;)
Ael   t Vecj:	Well, I'll do it later. ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	We're all on-ship. Any questions?
Ilia tReki:	Right as AOL signs on... ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	I'll send it out but you don't have to read it. ;)
Ilia tReki:	... right as I close AOL. ;)p
Ael   t Vecj:	::flails::
Ael   t Vecj:	No questions?
Ilia tReki:	::shakes her head::
KYele trWoodlock:	Nope.
Malor Savk:	Nope!
Arr C tSom:	Na
Ael   t Vecj:	>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<
Ael   t Vecj:	>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<
Ael   t Vecj:	>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<
Ael   t Vecj:	::stands up from the Enarrain's chair:: Daise'Erei'Riov, you have the hwaveyiir.
Arr C tSom:	::in medical, moving into her new office::
KYele trWoodlock:	Ie, Enarrain.
TylusJadon:	::enters engineering::
Ael   t Vecj:	+Ilia+ While we have a little time...let's work on reinforcing the bulkheads a little.
Ael   t Vecj:	+Ilia+ And maybe we could use a fresh coat of paint?
Arr C tSom:	::still unsure what to do about Tylus's info::
Ilia tReki:	::blinks::raises her eyebrows::  +Ael+  Er... ie.. rekkhai.. any color preferences?
KYele trWoodlock:	((Not red, Lera.))
Lera tResan:	<Chartreuuuuuuuuuuuuuse! :)>
Arr C tSom:	<Violet...::murmurs...melodically::>
Ilia tReki:	(Or chartreuse. ;)
Ilia tReki:	<Stupid lag. ;)>
Ael   t Vecj:	+Ilia+ I'll leave it to you and your engineer.
Lera tResan:	<::hands Ilia a "u":: :)>
Malor Savk:	::exits Arrhae's quarters and heads for TL::
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  +Ael+  Hann'yyo, rekkhai..
Ilia tReki:	::goes over to the utility closet and begins rummaging::
TylusJadon:	::moves over to panel, accesses systems::
Malor Savk:	::intos TL and goes to hwaveyiir::
Arr C tSom:	::likes having something to do while she thinks...rearranging things...::
Ilia tReki:	::rolls out the barrel of forest green paint::  Tylus... could I get a little help...?
TylusJadon:	::turns:: Hmm?::walks over::
Ilia tReki:	::tries not to tilt it too far to roll it lest she get caught::
Malor Savk:	::exits onto hwaveyiir and goes to station, starts working on report::
KYele trWoodlock:	::sighs softly, mulling over the recent events in his head::
Ilia tReki:	::nods at the barrel::  It's a little heavy.. I just need your help rolling it out to the hallway so we can start painting...
Ael   t Vecj:	::enters Medical::
TylusJadon:	::looks...wondering what's up:: Okay...
TylusJadon:	::helps::
Arr C tSom:	::sighs...puts her antique books on the shelf::
Ilia tReki:	::manages to roll it out to the hall without catching her toes::sets it up against the wall::  Hann'yyo.
Ilia tReki:	::smiles::
Ael   t Vecj:	::steps towards the tiny office and clears her throat::
TylusJadon:	::nods::
TylusJadon:	::starts moving away...rather quickly::
Lera tResan:	::sneaks up behind Ilia:: Boo!
Arr C tSom:	::snaps out of her reverie:: Enarrain...
Ilia tReki:	::shrieks::claps a hand over her mouth::turns quickly::
Lera tResan:	::hides::
Ilia tReki:	Ooh.. elements...
Ael   t Vecj:	Let me explain, C'eryl. ::waves her hand at medical:: All this...
Lera tResan:	::quickly pours something into the Barrel O' Paint, turning it chartreuse::
Lera tResan:	::re-hides::
Arr C tSom:	::nods slowly, listens::
Ilia tReki:	::blinks::
Ilia tReki:	::peers into the barrel::  Oh no....
Arr C tSom:	<But I like forest green...::whimpers::>
Ilia tReki:	::runs to get a bucket of black paint to balance it back out::
Arr C tSom:	<::sniffles, trembly lip, eyes big and watery::>
Ael   t Vecj:	<No chartreueuse. Blood red, maybe>
Lera tResan:	<Aww... ::huggles C'eryl::>
Lera tResan:	<How about Lera red? :)>
Arr C tSom:	<::huggles::>
Ael   t Vecj:	<Everyone but me has really tiny fonts>
Lera tResan:	<What's wrong with chartreuse? :)>
Ilia tReki:	<Sure this shouldn't be a ship-wide effort, Enarrain? ::goes blind::;)>
Arr C tSom:	<We would all go blind, Lera>
Lera tResan:	<But it's such a Bouncy Fun Colour! :)>
Ael   t Vecj:	I knew you were qualified...
Malor Savk:	::::finishes reports and accesses sensor archives, starts searching for data from six months ago::
Ael   t Vecj:	And we haven't had a doctor since Mulder.
Arr C tSom:	::nods::
Arr C tSom:	<Romulans are not typically bouncy fun types.>
Ael   t Vecj:	You saved Tylus...
Ilia tReki:	::gets some brushes, drop cloths, paint-splattered overalls, and a white hat::
Ael   t Vecj:	::wipes her palms on her cloak::
Arr C tSom:	::shakes head:: Tylus saved Tylus ::softly::
Ael   t Vecj:	Well then...
Ael   t Vecj:	You didn't interfere.
Lera tResan:	Can I help paint? ::Lera's Really Cute Smile::ª
Arr C tSom:	::smiles a little::
Ilia tReki:	Hmmm... if you promise not to change the color. ::folds her arms::
Ael   t Vecj:	Look, Navigation's great... 
Ael   t Vecj:	It'll look good on your resume.
Lera tResan:	Oh, fine.
Ael   t Vecj:	But, C'eryl, this is a step up. 
Lera tResan:	I like forest green.
Ilia tReki:	::smiles::
Lera tResan:	Even though chartreuse is my favourite. ::smile::
Ael   t Vecj:	Command-track, and all. ::winces:: And we have a staff now. I was looking out for you...
Malor Savk:	::finds data he is looking for and routes current long range scans to his station::
Ilia tReki:	::nods to her::  I understand... but we can't glow in the dark...
Lera tResan:	::giggle:: Chartreuse doesn't glow!
Lera tResan:	Although... ::ponders fluorescent chartreuse::
Arr C tSom:	::nods:: Ie, I know, Ael'vna.  And hann'yyo.  I suppose I just expected to hear about it a little more before taking the post.  
Ilia tReki:	Compared to the rest of space..... ::nods::
Ilia tReki:	<Did anyone else just get a chill? ;)>
Arr C tSom:	<<ROFL!>>
Lera tResan:	<::Lera's Evil Giggle::ª>
Ael   t Vecj:	::glances down::I guess I'm not one for communication...
Arr C tSom:	::smiles at her, hugs her:: 
Ael   t Vecj:	You have every right to refuse, of course.
Ael   t Vecj:	::smiles slightly::
Ilia tReki:	::hands her a set of painting supplies::smiles::  Thanks for the help.
Arr C tSom:	Na...I accept. ::grins:: 
Lera tResan:	::goes to change into paint clothes::
Malor Savk:	::compares readings::
Ilia tReki:	::does likewise::
Ael   t Vecj:	::looks around the office::I like what you've done the place.
Ael   t Vecj:	No weird herb aquariums and pagan wall-coverings...
Ilia tReki:	::adjusts the overalls::  Hm... hopefully we won't have to do this for a while again..
Arr C tSom:	Hann'yyo.  I wanted to make it..."me"
Lera tResan:	::bounces back::
Ael   t Vecj:	::reaches up to touch a bound book::It is you.
Arr C tSom:	<<::sees overalls...starts thinking "Come on, Eileen..::>>
Lera tResan:	What's wrong with chartreuse?
Ilia tReki:	Too, too bright.. my medical plan doesn't cover glasses.. ::smiles::
Arr C tSom:	::smiles at her::
Lera tResan:	But it's cuuuuuuute!
Ilia tReki:	::hands her a brush::  But... so bright....
Ael   t Vecj:	::softly squeezes her hand::I need to go talk to Malor about our guest...
Lera tResan:	It's a Happy Colour!
Arr C tSom:	::nods:: By all means.
Lera tResan:	::takes the brush::
Malor Savk:	:;grins because it looks like she did what he told her::
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  But we're not supposed to be happy. ::smiles::dips her brush into the barrel of forest green paint and starts slathering it all over the walls::
Arr C tSom:	I'll see you later.
Lera tResan:	::starts painting::
Ael   t Vecj:	Ie.
Ael   t Vecj:	::smiles slightly and exits the office, then medical::
Ilia tReki:	::chews on her lower lip, gazing at the wall thoughtfully::
Ael   t Vecj:	+Malor+ Location?
Ael   t Vecj:	::striding purpoesly down the hall::
Arr C tSom:	::smiles::
Arr C tSom:	::then goes back to medical files, starting a secure file accessible only by her::
Malor Savk:	+Ael+ Hwaveyiir. 
Lera tResan:	Yeeeeeees?
Malor Savk:	Do you require assistance?
Ael   t Vecj:	::steps into a TL::
Ael   t Vecj:	+Ilia+ Report.
Ilia tReki:	::blinks::  Oh... I was just wondering if we should paint murals..
Malor Savk:	<+ael+>
Lera tResan:	Oo... foof!
Arr C tSom:	::makes some brief, cryptic notes about Tylus, without using anything that would actually indicate him::
Ael   t Vecj:	+Malor+ Nah...I'll see you in a siruena.
Lera tResan:	How about ManyCookies? ::smiles::
KYele trWoodlock:	::glances over at Malor:: Judging by her tone, you won't be here for long. She's probably coming to have a long talk with you. ::chuckles::
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  The painting's going well... we decided on forest green.  We have a question, though, rekkhai..
Ael   t Vecj:	+Ilia+ Ie?
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+ Are murals out of the question?
Malor Savk:	::raises eyebrows and quickly closes work he was doing::
Ael   t Vecj:	+Ilia+ We have enough art on the inside of the ship, don't we? 
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  Well, that's what I was wondering, rekkhai... but if you don't want any, I understand.
Ael   t Vecj:	+Ilia+ I prefer solids.
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  Suaj'ha, rekkhai..
Ael   t Vecj:	::steps out onto the hwaveyiir::
Ael   t Vecj:	::nods to the D'Erei'Riov::
Lera tResan:	::ponders::
Lera tResan:	What about a solid cookie? ::smile::
Ilia tReki:	::continues slathering on the walls::
Malor Savk:	::bows as Ael enters hwaveyiir::
Lera tResan:	::Lera's Innocent Look::ª
KYele trWoodlock:	::nods to Ael::
Ilia tReki:	Hmmm...
Arr C tSom:	<Na, the crew would constantly be hungry>
Ael   t Vecj:	::bows to Malor, then approaches him::
Lera tResan:	<Then they could eat LeraCookiesª! :)>
Ael   t Vecj:	::lowers her voice::Arrain. How is our guest?
Malor Savk:	::grins:: comfortable....but I need to talk to you in private. :
Ael   t Vecj:	::looks surprised, but nods::In my chambers.
Malor Savk:	::nods and follows::
Ael   t Vecj:	The hwaveyiir remains yours, D'Erei'Riov. Try to keep the maintainance on schedule.
Ael   t Vecj:	::enters her chambers and sits behind her desk::
Malor Savk:	:;sits down and slids padd with report on it to her::
Malor Savk:	::waits for her to read it::
Ael   t Vecj:	::picks it up and leans back::
Lera tResan:	::continues painting::
Lera tResan:	::paints a giant forest-green cookie::
Ael   t Vecj:	::scans it, then, with surprise, goes back to read it more thoroughly::
Ael   t Vecj:	<NO COOKIES!>
Ilia tReki:	::cringes as she feels a shiver run up and down her spine::glances over::
Ilia tReki:	Um... we probably shouldn't...
Lera tResan:	Hmm?
Ael   t Vecj:	::looks up at Malor sharply::This is accurate?
Ilia tReki:	::points at the cookie with her brush::  I don't think the Enarrain would like it...
Malor Savk:	I can not let that happen... you know my past with her and what she means to me.
Lera tResan:	What cookie? ::Lera's Innocent Look::ª
Malor Savk:	::nods::
Arr C tSom:	::pulls up records..figures if she's the doc here now, she'd better get the crew examinations back on schedule...since these records are from when Lera was expecting...::
Ilia tReki:	Hmm...
Ilia tReki:	You know I'll get in trouble for it.... ::glances at her with watery eyes::
Arr C tSom:	Yeesh...old records.  Time for a new round of exams. ::sends out notices with appointment times::
Lera tResan:	You can't even notice it.
KYele trWoodlock:	::blinks and glances down:: A message? ::reads it::
Ilia tReki:	Hmmm... ::steps back to look at it::
Malor Savk:	::waits and could kick himself for speakinf hastily::
KYele trWoodlock:	+C'eryl+ My examination is in five siurena, t'Som?
Ael   t Vecj:	::eyes him::You think, given what you know about her, that Arrhae's mission would be unsuccessful?
Ael   t Vecj:	And that Xena's peril would be the consequence?
Arr C tSom:	+K'Yele+ Na..tomorrow...
Arr C tSom:	<unless you want it in 5 siurena>
KYele trWoodlock:	::glances down again:: +C'eryl+ Ah, I misread the date. I'll have to rearrange my shift, but I can make it.
Ilia tReki:	::gets a hankering for cookies, but..::  You're right... I can't see it.
Arr C tSom:	::had thought she made the appointments in line with their shifts, then realizes those records are old too::
Malor Savk:	::looks serious:: I will not let Xena's fate be seal by her.
Ael   t Vecj:	::leans forward::This woman...this Arrhae...is dangerous?
Lera tResan:	See? ::smile::
Lera tResan:	::Lera's Really Cute Smile::ª
Malor Savk:	yes, a very dangerous one.
Ilia tReki:	::nods to her::  Sorry I doubted.. ::hangs her head::
Ael   t Vecj:	::nods::
Lera tResan:	::beeps her nose with the paintbrush::
Ael   t Vecj:	I take your report seriously, Malor.
Ilia tReki:	::blinks::
Ael   t Vecj:	::erases the ISD and sets it down:: We'll be cautious.
Ael   t Vecj:	::stands::
Ilia tReki:	::wipes at it and discovers paint on her fingertips::
Ael   t Vecj:	Dismissed.
Lera tResan:	::Lera's Innocent Look::ª
Malor Savk:	Because she let me know ...I can not explain.
Ilia tReki:	::waves her brush at Lera::
Lera tResan:	Yeeeeeeeees?
Malor Savk:	::gets up:: What are my currnet orders?
Ilia tReki:	B... bulkhead paint..!
Ael   t Vecj:	She...let you know? You think there's the potential for a bond between you?
Ael   t Vecj:	You may be just using each other...
Lera tResan:	What about it? ::smile::
Malor Savk:	::wants to comment but decides not to::
Ilia tReki:	::sniffles::  On ... my face....
Ilia tReki:	::wipes at it some more, only spreading it around::
Lera tResan:	You didn't beep!
Arr C tSom:	<Consider it camuflage, Ilia...much more, and you'll blend into the walla.  No more plants necessary>
Lera tResan:	<Eep! No plants?>
Ael   t Vecj:	Current orders are to continue providing our guest with whatever she needs.
TylusJadon:	::looks out the doorway to see them painint....mind wonders back to painting the great bird on his fathers ship::
Ael   t Vecj:	Understand?
Ilia tReki:	<Good point.. ;)>
Malor Savk:	::nods and exits::
Ilia tReki:	::sniffles::  Beep.... ::rubs her brush along the wall::
Arr C tSom:	::sighs, decides to leave med for now and go check out the rest of the ship::
Lera tResan:	::huggles Ilia::
Malor Savk:	::goes to station and pulls back up work::
Ael   t Vecj:	::looks around her chambers for a moment::
Ilia tReki:	::swipes her brush on her arm as she hugs her::
Lera tResan:	Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
Ilia tReki:	::ducks further down the hall::hums::
Ael   t Vecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Ael   t Vecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Ael   t Vecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Lera tResan:	::runs after her::
Arr C tSom:	::sees Ilia running towards her, ducks outta the way::
Ilia tReki:	::smiles innocently::
Ael   t Vecj:	Great sim! 
Arr C tSom:	::pauses::
Lera tResan:	::paints Ilia::
Ilia tReki:	::paused::  Woah... that was fast.. ;)
Malor Savk:	::finishes calculations and quickly closes and transfers info to quarters::
Malor Savk:	::paused::
Ilia tReki:	Awww... ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	Stay tuned next week for the thrilling continuation...
Ael   t Vecj:	How will K'Yele's physical go?
Ael   t Vecj:	What does Arrhae have in store for us?
Ilia tReki:	Remind me to bring a paint gun. ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	Will the new paint handle new challenges?
Arr C tSom:	Will Ilia turn all green?
Ael   t Vecj:	::grins::Any questions
Ael   t Vecj:	/
Ael   t Vecj:	?
Ilia tReki:	::crosses her arms and pouts::
KYele trWoodlock:	Will Lera paint ANY more cookies?
Lera tResan:	There's always more cookies! :)
Lera tResan:	::raises her hand::
Ael   t Vecj:	Ie, Lera?
Lera tResan:	Can I paint a cookie?
Ael   t Vecj:	No.
Lera tResan:	Pweeeeeeease?
Lera tResan:	One small cookie?
Ael   t Vecj:	In your quarters, sure.
Ael   t Vecj:	Attention!
Ilia tReki:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
TylusJadon:	Sorta be hard to eat a cookie thats been painted.
Arr C tSom:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Lera tResan:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
KYele trWoodlock:	::hrrau 'attention'::
Ael   t Vecj:	Cheryl, remove your top and kneel.
Malor Savk:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Ilia tReki:	::eyebrows shoot up::
Arr C tSom:	::does so::
Ael   t Vecj:	::looks stalwart and serious::
Lera tResan:	::raises an eyebrow::
Malor Savk:	::grins::
Ael   t Vecj:	::pulls a chartreuese (the color of Rihannsu vomit) box from her cloak::
KYele trWoodlock:	::decides Tylus is quite a happy person at this point::
Ilia tReki:	<Ewww.. ;)>
Ael   t Vecj:	::opens it and pulls out a pin with a serpant curled around a totum::
Lera tResan:	<Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!>
Ael   t Vecj:	::kneels down to gaze at the point where C'eryl's neck has its most vulnerable points::
Ilia tReki:	::puts her money on the carotid in the crew pool::
Ael   t Vecj:	::swiftly, as to lessen the pain, thrusts it through her:: 
Ael   t Vecj:	You are now our healer, our caretaker, our savant.
Arr C tSom:	::closes eyes, trying to remember how to stop a gushing carotid::
Ael   t Vecj:	Our lives are yours.
Ael   t Vecj:	::stands and bows::
Arr C tSom:	::blinks, hoping the pin will stanch the blood..sees the pin vibrating with her pulse::
Arr C tSom:	::bows::
Arr C tSom:	::takes her tunic, puts it back on::
Ael   t Vecj:	Speech!
Ilia tReki:	::whistles at C'eryl::applauds::
Arr C tSom:	::steps up:: I shall endeavor to make sure you all pay--err, that I keep all of you in good health.
Malor Savk:	::applauds loudily::
Arr C tSom:	::bows:: Hann'yyo
Ael   t Vecj:	Spoken like a true Rihannsu!
Ael   t Vecj:	::cackles::
Lera tResan:	::cookies C'eryl:: ----====O O O O O O O O O O
Arr C tSom:	::munches cookies::
Ilia tReki:	::wonders if she can breathe under all those::
Lera tResan:	::and milk:: ----====[_]
Ael   t Vecj:	::should let Lera start giving out medals::
Lera tResan:	Can they be those big cookies? :)
Arr C tSom:	<But then the thing will resemble a Betazoid wedding>
Lera tResan:	<Is that bad? :)>
Arr C tSom:	<test>
Ael   t Vecj:	Dismissed!
Ilia tReki:	<Apparently not. ;)>
Lera tResan:	::hugglecookies everyone:: :)
Ilia tReki:	Night guys. :)
Ael   t Vecj:	We could have a nudist sim.
Lera tResan:	::especially Ael::
TylusJadon:	Night all.
Malor Savk:	Night all :)
Ael   t Vecj:	Nothing but big, draping cloaks. :)
Malor Savk has left the room.
TylusJadon has left the room.
Ilia tReki:	::glances at Ael::
Lera tResan:	Big, draping cloaks?
Ilia tReki:	I'll pretend I didn't hear that. ;)
Ael   t Vecj:	Erm.
Ael   t Vecj:	::huggled by Lera::
Ilia tReki has left the room.
Lera tResan:	What would the cloaks be for?
Ael   t Vecj:	They're dramatic and sexy.