9/12/98 10:00:22 PM	Opening "Hnoiyika 9/12/98"

Ael tVecj:	Jolan tru. ::glances at Ilia::
Ael tVecj:	::wincing::
Mercura A:	<Cy:  got the top half done.
Eirl tKaen:	Jolan tru, ennarian, cylis
Mercura A:	>
KYele:	::turns to Eton:: Come on... if you're gonna use the "grammarre of olde", do it right.
CylisCohen:	<Cool>
KYele:	"What evil demon dost vex thou countenance?" ;)
EtonTrSaal:	I only felt like using it halfway...sorry...
Ael tVecj:	what hath vexed thee?
Mercura A:	isn't it daemon?
EtonTrSaal:	Wouldn't it be "thine countenance"?
KYele:	Wait...
KYele:	No, thy.
Ael tVecj:	thine is plural.
KYele:	::nods::
Mercura A:	thine is possessive
KYele:	Like yours.
EtonTrSaal:	And "vex" is still an english word, just not in use much.
Ilia tReki:	::listens, intrigued::
Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru, Ato. :)
KYele:	Jolan Tru, Ato!
EtonTrSaal:	I was told that "you" and "your" were the plurals.
AtotrLycus:	JT, all!
EtonTrSaal:	JT Aro.
AtotrLycus:	BRB
Mercura A:	err..thine is possesive pronoun..
Ilia tReki:	But thou, etc, is supposed to be more formal.. you and your and ye and yer and stuff is the
KYele:	Uhh... no, "you" is singular, "your" is sungular possessive.
Ilia tReki:	.. peasant stuff... isn't it..?
KYele:	::nods to Ilia::
Ilia tReki:	::doesn't know much about Shakespearean English:::)
CylisCohen:	I'll stick with y'all.
Ael tVecj:	::used to know, when she read Piers Anthony::
Ilia tReki:	::nods to Tylus::
EtonTrSaal:	that'd make sense, because old english is close to germanic...
AtotrLycus:	BAK
Mercura A:	<LOVES Piers Anthony>
Eirl tKaen:	<also does>
EtonTrSaal:	and "du" and "dine" (spelling?) are singular.
AtotrLycus:	::has no clue who Pie Tony is::
KYele:	::once had the English currency system figured out, while reading some British book::
EtonTrSaal:	<::reads PA, was sure he said "you" was plural"::>
KYele:	::now it totally escapes him::
Ael tVecj:	ya'll is the correct plural, if you're comparing English to Romantic languages.
KYele:	<Well, you is not plural. About first-year grammar. ;)>
KYele:	::nods::
Ael tVecj:	you is 2nd person singular and plural.
Mercura A:	<spoken like a true southerner, Ael>
Ael tVecj:	<Why thank you. ;)>
AtotrLycus:	Just about to say that, Ael.
KYele:	For example, vosotros and ustedes are 2nd person plural, in Spanish.
KYele:	Informal and formal, respectively.
Ael tVecj:	But we have no equivalents in English, except "you all"
KYele:	Exactly.
Eirl tKaen:	::prefers "vous". french. easy::
CylisCohen:	<---Taking Lingustics this semester. 1st thing you learn...most the formal rules are useless
KYele:	Or in Brooklyn, "youse".
Ilia tReki:	::wonders why the pre-sim discussions aren't like this on Freedom....;)::
AtotrLycus:	But second person plural in French is only Vous.
Mercura A:	<Vosotros is the formal.  Almost not in use anymore, except in parts of Spain>
EtonTrSaal:	I've been called "ya'll" when I'm the only one being spoken to though...
AtotrLycus:	Je deteste la francais.
KYele:	<::shakes his head:: Ustedes is the formal.>
Eirl tKaen:	J'adore la francais.
EtonTrSaal:	So "ya'll" can be singular also.
KYele:	<But you're right, hardly used except in Spain, vosotros is.>
KYele:	<::glances up at the grammar of his previous sentence::>
Eirl tKaen:	J'ai deux ans de la francai. ::unsure of grammar::
AtotrLycus:	Vous= Formal 2nd person sing, 2 person plural formal/informal
KYele:	<Uhh... yeah, that's sorta correct...>
Eirl tKaen:	francai=francais
Ilia tReki:	::prefers "anata".. it's everything and anything you want it to be::
AtotrLycus:	That's right,
Eirl tKaen:	I like anata
Eirl tKaen:	very nice
EtonTrSaal:	::annoyed that "sie" means formal "you" and "she" both in Deutch, with only context to...
Ael tVecj:	We ready?
AtotrLycus:	What's it meen?
EtonTrSaal:	...differentiate::
Ilia tReki:	"You"
AtotrLycus:	Ananta, that is.
Eirl tKaen:	anata? you
KYele:	I'm ready.
EtonTrSaal:	::spelled Deutsch wrong there::
AtotrLycus:	I know! I got a good one!
Eirl tKaen:	it's japanese
EtonTrSaal:	::no wait...gives up::
AtotrLycus:	The best one is... "YOU!"
Eirl tKaen:	am I corect that anatatashi is a plural?
KYele:	Yeah! ::agrees with Ato::
Ilia tReki:	tachi, yeah. :)
Eirl tKaen:	oops
Eirl tKaen:	only heard it
Eirl tKaen:	and I hear poorly
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  Close enough, for pronunciation's sake. ;)
AtotrLycus:	And I ain't talking about English, I mean good ol' American English.
AtotrLycus:	Though, Olde English is cool.\
KYele:	Ahem... I'm ready.
KYele:	::glances at the chrono::
Ilia tReki:	::sits quietly behind her plant::
Mercura A:	<olde?  or middle..??>
Mercura A:	::ready::
AtotrLycus:	<Olde. Like: Thou, Thy, Verily... Y'know, Shakespare!>
Ael tVecj:	Vaed'rae!
Ilia tReki:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
KYele:	::hrrau::
AtotrLycus:	::arrogant grin::
Mercura A:	<old english is not like that.  old english is like beowolf>
Mercura A:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
EtonTrSaal:	:hrrau vaed'rae::
KYele:	::hrrau again::
AtotrLycus:	<Then that's Middle? And what's beowolf?>
Eirl tKaen:	::hrrau vae'drae::
Mercura A:	<epic poem--and old english is practically a different language>
Ael tVecj:	<Guys, no OOC at attention>
AtotrLycus:	<Woops! Sorry.>>
EtonTrSaal:	<actually, old english and old german are practically two dialects of the same language>
Ael tVecj:	::glares at all of them::
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<
EtonTrSaal:	<where are we?>
AtotrLycus:	<Is the whole Timewarp thing over now?>
Eirl tKaen:	<yeah, I think>
Ael tVecj:	<the whole timewarp thing is over now>
Kari Sum:	::::meeps:::
Ilia tReki:	::sits quietly, tapping away at a console, trying not to think about that bizarre warp, lest
Ilia tReki:	::..her head explode::
AtotrLycus:	<Huzzah! Back to the show...>
Ael tVecj:	I got a message from the Ra'kolh...something about us babbling in Klingon...
Ael tVecj:	So they're doubling our patrols.
EtonTrSaal:	::also at his console in Eng, lost in thought::
Ilia tReki:	<afk fas..:)>
Mercura A:	::at helm::
CylisCohen:	::mopping a floor somewhere::
KYele:	::sighs:: In another situation, it would be funny, really...
Kari Sum:	:::at sation:::
Eirl tKaen:	::at her consul, doing security type thngies::
Ilia tReki:	<back>
Mercura A:	<Cy?  Cleaning?>
Ael tVecj:	What is the situation with the Kll'inghannan, exactly?
KYele:	<Jolan Tru, Kari!>
Mercura A:	<::ducks::>
KYele:	<Or not...>
AtotrLycus:	::at a Sci consile, trying to find Ael's passwords::
CylisCohen:	<Oh hush>
KYele:	<Hang on... ::blinks, never even saw her come in::>
EtonTrSaal:	<afk>
Ael tVecj:	<The bad thing about roommates is that they want to talk to you all night during your sims>
KYele:	<Too tired... too tired... too tired... ::continues mumbling and rocking back and forth in a
KYele:	fetal position::>
EtonTrSaal:	<back>
Ael tVecj:	:::looks boredly at the viewscreen::
AtotrLycus:	::glances back at Ael as he hacks way::
CylisCohen:	::looking at all the gadgets in the room he's cleanin::
CylisCohen:	hmmm....::picks one up::
KYele:	::sighs and looks over:: After that.... incident... I almost wish something would happen.
Ael tVecj:	::thinking at least Ato looks busy and envies him::
Mercura A:	::sighs, looking at helm station, course programmed in, so not much to do::
Ilia tReki:	::pops a chocolate-coffee bean into her mouth::hears a faint beeping::
KYele:	It's too quiet.
Ael tVecj:	If it were too quiet, the universe would come to a halt.
Ilia tReki:	::looks at the console::
Ilia tReki:	::opens a little message window to Ato:: "Um.. what'cha doing..?"
AtotrLycus:	::hacking away:: We couldn't have that happen, could we?
CylisCohen:	:::"ZAP"::: AH! ::tosses it back onto shelf::
KYele:	::nods::
Ael tVecj:	+Eirl+ Schedule some anti-terrorist sims for Tylus and Eton...
KYele:	It seems like the few hours we've been back has been going on longer than the hours... days
KYele:	we were in the past.
Ael tVecj:	+Eirl+ Engineers tend to be wimps.
Ilia tReki:	::pops another bean into her mouth::hand hovering over her comm::
AtotrLycus:	::sends a message back to Ilia:: "Keeping up on personal security."
Eirl tKaen:	+ennarian+ ie... ::trying not to laugh::
Ael tVecj:	::stretches::I'd almost rather be at Heb's trial.
EtonTrSaal:	<don't you mean "pansies"?>
Ael tVecj:	<sissies? ;)>
Ilia tReki:	"Indeed.. well.. cut it out for this shift, eh?"
AtotrLycus:	::narrows his eyes, getting closer to the PW::
Ael tVecj:	::watches the back of C'eryl's head::Or on shoreleave...
EtonTrSaal:	<Nah, I prefer the term "pansy">
Eirl tKaen:	::sends messages to them telling a time, and procedes to program the simulations::
AtotrLycus:	<I have a term, but I'll remain kind enough to keep quiet>
Ael tVecj:	::glances at K'Yele::The Ra'kolh thinks we're arrogant, over-glorified
Ael tVecj:	patrolers. How should we play that?
Mercura A:	::nods in agreement with the shoreleave idea::
KYele:	Well, I should think it would be impossible...
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  Excuse me, rekkhai..
KYele:	Arrogant patrollers is almost a contradiction in terms.
Ael tVecj:	So they want to put us in our place...
Ael tVecj:	+Ilia+ Ie, Daise?
AtotrLycus:	::speaks up:: What 'place'?
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  Just a suggestion..: you may want to change your passwords sometime soon.
EtonTrSaal:	<Oh? what term would you use?>
Eirl tKaen:	<::very curious::>
Eirl tKaen:	::thinking about what would be appropriate to torment the engineers with::
EtonTrSaal:	::busy reading a book, ignoring the world about him::
Ilia tReki:	::slides back to her main station and plays p'Ong quietly::
KYele:	<Well... this is interesting...>
Mercura A:	::thinking about how nice a new desk would look in her quarters::
AtotrLycus:	::hacks into her PW, and...::
Ilia tReki:	<Oh, they can't all be spine-tinglers..:)>
EtonTrSaal:	::absently adjusts a necklace he's wearing under his uniform shirt, shuts his book with a...
Ilia tReki:	::pops another bean:: .. so.
EtonTrSaal:	...loud snap::
Ilia tReki:	::glances over at the snap::
EtonTrSaal:	That's it!
EtonTrSaal:	::mumbles to himself::
Ilia tReki:	::raises her eyebrows::
Ilia tReki:	... what is..?
CylisCohen:	::shoves mop and bucket into closet::
Mercura A:	::works on some diagrams to show Ael::
Ael tVecj:	This is everyday life...
AtotrLycus:	ACTION: Loud Security buzzers and lights go off all over the Bridge.
Eirl tKaen:	::thinking of different types of terrorist scenarios::
Ael tVecj:	Perhaps we should count our lucky stars?
Ael tVecj:	::begins counting stars::
Mercura A:	::looks up::
EtonTrSaal:	:looks at her, surprised that she noticed him:: Oh, nothing really...
Ael tVecj:	+Ato+ Find out how many stars are out there.
KYele:	That'll keep us going through about half our patrol...
KYele:	::smirks::
AtotrLycus:	::looks up:: Oops...
Eirl tKaen:	::looks at her pannel, trying to determine the caust of the buzzers::
EtonTrSaal:	Just...musing.
Ilia tReki:	About...?  ::smiles:
Ael tVecj:	+Ilia+ Could you do it for me? You know I dont understand this 
Ael tVecj:	etreth stuff.
Mercura A:	::has evasives ready is it's an external alert::
AtotrLycus:	::flips the PW hack off::
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  What, rekkhai..?
AtotrLycus:	::fake nervus grin:: What caused that?
EtonTrSaal:	Oh,life,  the universe. It's only living, it doesn't matter at all.
Ael tVecj:	+Ilia+ The...password thing...
KYele:	::sighs:: I'm going to catch some sleep, my shift ended an hour ago.
EtonTrSaal:	::begins pouring through another book::
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  Uh.. ie, rekkhai..
Ael tVecj:	::smiles at K'Yele:: Maybe we could come up with a better classification system.
KYele:	Wake me if there are Klling'hanna...
Ilia tReki:	::glances at Eton::  Are you getting depressed again..?  ::smiles::
Ael tVecj:	It did? ::nods to K'Yele:: You won't miss anything.
KYele:	Or if we run into any spacial anomalies...
KYele:	Or if the universe ends...
Ael tVecj:	<Didnt I tell Eirl todo something?>
KYele:	Et cetera...
KYele:	::steps onto the lift and yawns::
Ael tVecj:	::nods to K'Yele::Even if we find an asteroid.
Mercura A:	::slips a diagram of the desk she was thinking about to Ael::
Eirl tKaen:	<yeah... you told me to schedule some sims for engineers... I'm thinking on it>
AtotrLycus:	::shuts off the alarms off::
Ilia tReki:	::taps away at the console, trying to think of a good password::
EtonTrSaal:	::looks at her, smiles as if he has a big secret:: Oh, no. Far from it.
AtotrLycus:	That did not work...
EtonTrSaal:	It's all growing together now, you see.
Ilia tReki:	::looks over her shoulder at him::  Say what?
AtotrLycus:	ACTION: Alarms shut off.
Eirl tKaen:	+eng+ did you set off that alarm that told me someone was messing with the computer?
AtotrLycus:	::glares at Ilia:: What? What do you want?
EtonTrSaal:	It's all growing together now. All of it. It's starting to realise what it is.
Ilia tReki:	+Eirl+  Na, Eirl.. it was an automatic defense mechanism..
Ilia tReki:	<::in eng..::;)>
Eirl tKaen:	+Ilia+ against what?
KYele:	::arrives at his quarters::
CylisCohen:	::stroles into engineering::
Ael tVecj:	::studies her armrest screen::
Ael tVecj:	::smiles softly::
EtonTrSaal:	::chukles to himself, ponders silently::
KYele:	::just barely manages to change into his nightclothes before he collapses onto the bed and
KYele:	falls asleep::
AtotrLycus:	::glances at Ael with a raised eyebrow::
Ilia tReki:	+Eirl+  Breaches of the Enarrain's secured files..
CylisCohen:	::keeps far away from any ejectable pods::
Mercura A:	<Footed PJs, K'Yele?>
Eirl tKaen:	is she aware of it?
EtonTrSaal:	::looks at her:: You see?
Ael tVecj:	::glowers at Ato::Keep counting.
Ilia tReki:	::glances at Eton again::  Um.. what's growing together..?
KYele:	<Uhh... no.>
Eirl tKaen:	,::fastens a "+ilia+" in front of that::
AtotrLycus:	::frowns:: Count?
EtonTrSaal:	Everything. Everything that is.
Ael tVecj:	::sends the diagram back with a note::
EtonTrSaal:	Make sense?
CylisCohen:	::access terminal...going through tech manuals::
KYele:	::sighs and wakes up::
Ilia tReki:	+Eirl+  I told her she may want to change the passwords before they went off, but.. I don't
KYele:	::mumbles, wondering if it's morning already::
Ilia tReki:	.. see how she could have missed the alarms.
Ael tVecj:	+Ilia+ Were there sounds going just now?
KYele:	::glances at his chrono, sees it is only a few minutes later::
AtotrLycus:	You want me to count?
Mercura A:	::sends message back::
KYele:	::checks the alarm, sees it has been reset::
Eirl tKaen:	::continues programming that engineers sim::
KYele:	::sighs::
Ilia tReki:	::peers quizzically at Eton, but shakes off that confusion long enough to answer::
KYele:	Ato or Eton, must be...
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  Um, ie, rekkhai.
KYele:	::sits in his bed::
Ael tVecj:	::goes back to watching C'eryl and waiting for Ato to finish counting stars::
Ael tVecj:	+Ilia+ Is the problem fixed?
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  I doubt it..
EtonTrSaal:	::smiles to himselfm doodling absently on a pad of paper::
KYele:	Too tired... too tired... too tired... ::continues muttering and rocking back and forth in a
Ael tVecj:	+Tylus+ To the hwaveyiir.
KYele:	fetal position::
AtotrLycus:	::sets the computer to count stars::
Ael tVecj:	::sends a message back to C'eryl::
KYele:	::collapses back, but does not fall asleep::
Eirl tKaen:	::was about to call for Eton and Tylus to run those simulations, butdecides to wait when she
Ael tVecj:	+Ilia+ Well, get it fixed!
Ilia tReki:	::taps at the computer, creating a totally random password or three for Ael to choose::
CylisCohen:	+tap+ ::jumps:: On my way
Mercura A:	::smiles and nods to Ael::
Eirl tKaen:	hears the ennarian call for one of them::
AtotrLycus:	::glances at Ael's chair, trying to see the messages...::
CylisCohen:	::takes off::
Ilia tReki:	+Ael+  Um.. Enarrain, I don't have the authority to do that.
Ael tVecj:	::stands::
AtotrLycus:	::and failing misribley::
Ael tVecj:	::turns around to face Ato::
Ael tVecj:	::folds her arms::
AtotrLycus:	::smiles:: t'Vecj! You'ie looking very striking today...
CylisCohen:	::arrives::
Ael tVecj:	It would be hard for you to do your job if we tore you limb to limb with four wild fvai.
Ael tVecj:	::arches an eyebrow::So get to work, before I get terribly, terribly bored.
Mercura A:	::holds back a grin, facing her console:;;
KYele:	<Miserably, Ato. Get it right or Lera will kill you. It's equivalent to Miserable.>
Eirl tKaen:	::trying not to smile at t'Vecj's threat, looks away from both of them::
Ilia tReki:	::chews on a bean::turns to Eton::  So then.. what's this revelation of yours, now..?
KYele:	<As in Les Miserables.>
Mercura A:	<LOL K'Yele!!>
Ilia tReki:	::smiles a little nervously::
CylisCohen:	Reporting as ordered.
AtotrLycus:	::chuckles:: Bored? Of me? Never.
Ael tVecj:	::glances at Eirl::What is this problem with the alarm system?
EtonTrSaal:	Oh, not a revilation, just deduction.
Mercura A:	<Ilia, you're making me hungry for those things..>
EtonTrSaal:	Nothing is ever "revaled".
KYele:	::growls and throws back the covers::
KYele:	::stands up and changes into a new uniform::
Ael tVecj:	::approaches Ato, drawing a slender dagger from her belt::
Ilia tReki:	::puts the bag of beans away::;)
Ilia tReki:	Indeed..
KYele:	::returns to the Hwaveyiir::
Eirl tKaen:	looks like someone's hacked your pasword
Ael tVecj:	'If thy hand offends me, cut it off.
KYele:	::glances at Ael and Ato:: Oh, man, I leave for ten minutes...
AtotrLycus:	::smile goes away, steps back:: That's, eh, a... cute quote!
Mercura A:	::turns and looks at Ael, raises eyebrow::
Ael tVecj:	::smiles at Eirl:: Who did?
EtonTrSaal:	But we're both part of "everytnihg", so realiseing something about the universe is really ..
EtonTrSaal:	...looking into yourself.
Ael tVecj:	::nods to K'Yele::Could you handle this? I must speak to Tylus.
Eirl tKaen:	::punches some buttons:: someone at that consul ::points to Ato's::
AtotrLycus:	::folds his arms:: Who?! Who else?
KYele:	::nods:: I think so.
CylisCohen:	::gulp::
Ael tVecj:	::flipping the dagger so that she holds the blade::
EtonTrSaal:	It makes sense, I just can't say it right. I will, eventually.
KYele:	::takes the dagger and assumes Ael's position::
Ael tVecj:	::offers the hilt to Ato::
Ilia tReki:	::nods slowly::  I see..
AtotrLycus:	Me, of course! Who else is smart enough here...
Ael tVecj:	<Err, KYele>:
Ael tVecj:	<Ooops>
AtotrLycus:	::looks at the dagger::
Ael tVecj:	::walks to Tylus and grimaces up at him::
Ael tVecj:	::taps her armrest::Can you build that?
KYele:	::glares at Ato::
Ael tVecj:	::shows him the diagram::
Mercura A:	<wouldn't something like that be pretty much instant death on a Rihannsu ship?>
KYele:	So it was YOU!
EtonTrSaal:	What? You look as if I've gone daft?
Ael tVecj:	<No... probably instant trip home though>
CylisCohen:	::groans inwardly...wishing if she was gonna kill him, would have done it Before having to
AtotrLycus:	::small smile:: Of course it was me. You think someone else could do that?
CylisCohen:	mop those floors::
KYele:	Screwing around with the passwords. You messed up my alarm.
Ilia tReki:	::puts a hand to her chest and looks taken aback::  Me?  You?  What?  Never!
EtonTrSaal:	::concerned:: What did I say?
Ael tVecj:	::licks her lips and waits for Tylus's response::
KYele:	Giving me about four siurena of sleep tonight.
EtonTrSaal:	Did I offend you?
CylisCohen:	:::looks it over:: Ummm.
Ilia tReki:	Not to my knowledge..
EtonTrSaal:	I was just spouting. I've been doing a lot of reading and thinking.
CylisCohen:	Maybe.....
AtotrLycus:	::shrugs:: Well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to set off the alarms.
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  Bizarre space-time warps'll do that..
KYele:	No, no.
EtonTrSaal:	I'm sorry, I probably sound odd to you. Noting ever seems to come out right.
Ael tVecj:	There is no maybe. There is yes, and no.
KYele:	I mean the alarm. On my chrono.
KYele:	That gets me up in the morning.
Ael tVecj:	Neither response will bring harm to you.
Eirl tKaen:	::programming that simulation, still, and watchign out ;of the corner of her eye::
AtotrLycus:	Huh?
CylisCohen:	Unless it blows up.
EtonTrSaal:	Oh, it's not that. Everywhen is not, depending on your viewpoint.
Ilia tReki:	Na, na.. I understand what you're saying.. I just don't.. quite understand that philosophy.
Ael tVecj:	<his alarm clock. ::beats Ato about the head::>
AtotrLycus:	That shouldn't have happened...
EtonTrSaal:	<not=now>
AtotrLycus:	<Owie!>
Ael tVecj:	<::chuckles::>
CylisCohen:	::sinks a little:: Umm, Ie, it can be built.
KYele:	You're very right... ::advances more::
EtonTrSaal:	Well, you may not, or I may have conveyed it poorly.
Ilia tReki:	::stares at him, face twisted in an expression of .. "_what_?" with a little smile thrown in
Ilia tReki:	::
AtotrLycus:	::raises his hands up, backs away:: Aw, c'mon K
AtotrLycus:	K'yele!
KYele:	::brandishes the blade, making sure to reflect lots of light off the blade and into his
Mercura A:	::watching K'Yele and Ato::
Ael tVecj:	Unless it blows up?
KYele:	eyes::
AtotrLycus:	<Blech. Bad typos>
Ael tVecj:	::stares curiously at Tylus::
Ael tVecj:	::gives C'eryl a "Well, what do you think?" look::
EtonTrSaal:	I've never been good with words. I could explain better with a few plants, a ruber band and 
AtotrLycus:	::trying to save himself:: Um... You look very good with that lighting?
EtonTrSaal:	...a spoon.
Ael tVecj:	::totally oblivous to her XO advancing her thief::
Mercura A:	::gives her a shrug and a "give the kid a chance" look::
EtonTrSaal:	::smiles, hopes she realises that was a joke, and not insane raving::
KYele:	::thrusts with the dagger, stopping as the dagger makes a tiny indent into Ato's neck::
Ilia tReki:	::keeps the expression firmly planted on her face::
KYele:	Let us not tamper with the passwords any longer, Ato.
Mercura A:	::raises eyebrow at K'Yele::
KYele:	If I lose any more sleep, I might not be so accurate.
EtonTrSaal:	Sorry, just trying to be humerous.
AtotrLycus:	::grits his teeth together:: Sure, sure... No problem... Just pull the dagger away... please
AtotrLycus:	?
Ael tVecj:	::sees Tylus is speechless::Hmm.
KYele:	::removes the dagger's tip and sits down in his chair, glaring back still::
EtonTrSaal:	Sorry. ::turns to his console, sighs, realises he boched that::
AtotrLycus:	::rubs his neck::
Ael tVecj:	Well, you just build that. If you need any help, ask Eton tr'Saal.
Ilia tReki:	::smiles slightly and chews on a corner of her lip::  Sorry.. just confused..
CylisCohen:	<page up, said I could build it>
Mercura A:	::wonders if K'Yele has considered going to sickbay and 
Mercura A:	getting something to help him sleep::
Ael tVecj:	<oh, I just saw it can be built>
AtotrLycus:	::straightens his shirt and vest:: Eh... You should be glad I didn't hurt you... I have
AtotrLycus:	lightening fast instincts.
EtonTrSaal:	<eh? If who needs help building what, ask me?>
Ael tVecj:	::looks behind her at K'Yele and Ato::And get off the hwaveyiir, Tylus. You're too young
Ael tVecj:	to see this.
EtonTrSaal:	So am I, actaully.
Ael tVecj:	<If Tylus needs help building furniture>
AtotrLycus:	::moves farther away from K'Yele::
Mercura A:	::nods in agreement with Ael::
KYele:	::tosses the dagger at Ato, it impacts the wall behind him::
KYele:	::several locks of hair flutter downward::
AtotrLycus:	::blinks::
Mercura A:	::gets up, goes and retrieves Ael's dagger::
EtonTrSaal:	But things get clearer the more you think about them.
CylisCohen:	<didn't see what you wanted built at 1st.....>
KYele:	Watch yourself.
Ael tVecj:	K'Yele...that's enough. Get some sleep, h'nah.
Mercura A:	::brings it back to ael::
KYele:	::nods:: Ie, ihhei.
Ilia tReki:	... I dunno.. some things just get more complicated.. ::smiles::
AtotrLycus:	::eyes wide:: You... cut my hair...?!
KYele:	::stands and returns to his quarters::
Mercura A:	Hey, it didn't cost you anything, ato.
AtotrLycus:	::frowns::
Ael tVecj:	Eirl, please escort Ato to the interrogation room.
AtotrLycus:	::walks over to his station, frowning::
Mercura A:	::sits back down at helm::
Eirl tKaen:	ie
Ael tVecj:	We'll see how docile he is after 48 hours in the sensory deprivation room.
AtotrLycus:	One second, Ael...
EtonTrSaal:	True. That's the art of thining, really. I haven't mastered it yet.
Ael tVecj:	<::loves the Rihannsu methods of torture::>
Eirl tKaen:	::walks over to him::
AtotrLycus:	::sets the computer to play blaring alarms as soon as KYele enters his quarters::
Ael tVecj:	::arches a brow at being called "Ael"::
Ilia tReki:	I doubt it's possible to.. if you think about it.  ::smiles cornily::
KYele:	<Sensory deprivation? Hmm... A small, padded, body temperature, gray, soundproof room?>
AtotrLycus:	::locks the commands, grinning::
CylisCohen:	::looking over diagram::
EtonTrSaal:	Well, I don't think i can ever _perfect_ it, being only a ceature.
Ael tVecj:	<White, unpadded, blaring lights, no corners, no edges, no cracks>
EtonTrSaal:	But i can try to improve.
AtotrLycus:	::rubs his hands together:: That'll teach 'im...
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  True enough.
Eirl tKaen:	::places her hand on his arm, indicating he should walk with her::
KYele:	::enters his quarters, is forced out by the blaring::
KYele:	ATO!!!
KYele:	::grits his teeth::
KYele:	::sighs and regains control::
EtonTrSaal:	::sighs:: Maybe the universe will figure it out eventually.
Ael tVecj:	::sits back in her chair, now that all her business for the day is concluded::
AtotrLycus:	::chuckles, follows Eirl:: No problem, m'lady... None at all...
KYele:	::heads calmly to the medbay and lays on a biobed::
Ael tVecj:	This is only the first week of patrols...
Mercura A:	<::wonders if Ato should be locked out of all computer access::>
Ilia tReki:	I thought increasing entropy was the way of the Universe..::smiles::
KYele:	::soon falls asleep::
Ael tVecj:	How many weeks will it take us to all end up like K'Yele and Ato?
EtonTrSaal:	<You just need a really good firewall for his console.>
Ilia tReki:	<Like.. one in front of it..?>
KYele:	<LOL!>
AtotrLycus:	Better hope to be like me, t'Vecj. K'Yele's got bad agression.
Eirl tKaen:	::walks to the lift with Ato, then down to the interrogation room::
Mercura A:	Nurse>::brings a blanky over, covers K'Yele up and tucks him in all cozy::
Ael tVecj:	But you're the one he wants dead. ::smiles sweetly at Ato's departing back::
EtonTrSaal:	entropy is just the first stage. What has always been, allways will be, QED.
Ael tVecj:	+Tylus+ By the way...you have a month.
Ilia tReki:	.. I see..
AtotrLycus:	::looks around the interrogation room:: What's this?
KYele:	<Sheesh, Eton, did you just do a proof, outside of math?>
EtonTrSaal:	By the Universe, I don't mean the "universe", i mean everything that is, in any way.
KYele:	</)>
CylisCohen:	::nods::
EtonTrSaal:	<Hey, he's raving a bit.>
KYele:	<Or... ;)>
Ilia tReki:	... ...... ....................
EtonTrSaal:	<The opinions expressed byEton henceforth are not neccisarily those of his player, me.>
Eirl tKaen:	The interrogation room. Sensory deprivation. enjoy ::sarcastic smile::
AtotrLycus:	::grins:: Ah! A challange!
Eirl tKaen:	::snorts, searches Ato, regarding him as her challange::
Ael tVecj:	If Ato isn't pulp in 12 hours...we'll turn off the lights.
Mercura A:	::looks at ael:: I'm beginning to think we shouldn't have let ato back on the ship.
Ilia tReki:	But then.. if you're always at this level of thinking.. won't you always be..?
Ael tVecj:	+Eirl+ Make sure he's naked..dont want him to be able to see anything but the walls.
AtotrLycus:	::smiles:: You know, there are better ways we could work off my punishment...
Ilia tReki:	::not in the frame of mind for deep thoughts::
Mercura A:	<poor Eirl....>
Ael tVecj:	::glances at C'eryl::He's proved himself useful before.
Eirl tKaen:	Such as?
Eirl tKaen:	strip, please
Mercura A:	::sighs, nods:: Ie...
EtonTrSaal:	Eh? No, I'm onyl a tiny portion of the universe. I can't be any more than anyone else.
Eirl tKaen:	+ael+ ie
Ael tVecj:	Our personal manners should not cloud us from his skill. As long as he's our weapon toc
Ael tVecj:	control.
Mercura A:	::nods again in agreement::
EtonTrSaal:	The universe is eternal, bu individual parts of it are not neccisarilly.
AtotrLycus:	::raises an eyebrow:: That's exatly what I was thinking!
AtotrLycus:	::reaches around to the back of her uniform::
Mercura A:	<poooooooooor Eirl...>
EtonTrSaal:	We are one way that the Universe tries to figure itself out.
Ilia tReki:	.. I see.. like cells.. ::glances around::
AtotrLycus:	<Hey! :-(
AtotrLycus:	?
Eirl tKaen:	<::shrugs:: I don't think she cares :)>
AtotrLycus:	>
AtotrLycus:	<Blech. Bad typos>
Ael tVecj:	<If Ato's anything like his namesake... don't pooor Eirl. ;)>
EtonTrSaal:	<::giggles, picturing eirl, or Susan ordering that::>
Mercura A:	<oh, really...?>
KYele:	<She doesn't care that he's now reaching to get her stripped before he is?>
EtonTrSaal:	::nods:: Exactly. Many cells are born and die in you, but you go on.
Eirl tKaen:	Then I'm glad you're willing
EtonTrSaal:	You're still finite, but it's an example.
Eirl tKaen:	Now strip, please
Ael tVecj:	::begins counting stars on her own::
Ael tVecj:	1...
Eirl tKaen:	::deliberatly misunderstanding him::
EtonTrSaal:	The universe as we know it isn't eternal, as far as we know, but something will always exist
Ael tVecj:	::tries to count them by 3s, gets all fuddled::
EtonTrSaal:	And anything that exists is part of the Universe.
Eirl tKaen:	<I didnt' see that>
Eirl tKaen:	excuse me!
Eirl tKaen:	I will remain clothed
Eirl tKaen:	::pulls his hands off her::
KYele:	<AtotrLycus:  ::reaches around to the back of her uniform::>
KYele:	<;)>
AtotrLycus:	Well, that does cause some problems.
Eirl tKaen:	Not for me.
Eirl tKaen:	Please strip
Ilia tReki:	O-kay.. ::smiles slightly, eyebrows still up::
Eirl tKaen:	Or do I have to play your mother?
EtonTrSaal:	<Take it off! Take it off!>
EtonTrSaal:	Doesn't that follow, though?
Ilia tReki:	<::wonders if this will require ID..;)::>
Ael tVecj:	::sighs::1...
AtotrLycus:	<Good Gravy, Eton!>
EtonTrSaal:	<"Good Gravy?" What mean you?>
Ilia tReki:	I suppose...
Mercura A:	::gets up, walks over to the viewscreen::
KYele:	<What dost thou mean, Eton.>
AtotrLycus:	::frowns slightly:: Let's not mention her again, please.
Eirl tKaen:	then please remove your clothing
EtonTrSaal:	I have no illusions of being "enlightened", or neccisarily right...
AtotrLycus:	::leans against the wall::
AtotrLycus:	::smiles:: No.
EtonTrSaal:	..just working towards whatever "right" is.
EtonTrSaal:	Or thinks it is, anyway.
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  If there's anything there at all.. ::slight smile::
EtonTrSaal:	Well, I know for certain that i exist, but nothing more.
Eirl tKaen:	::steps forward, pulls a knife out of her sleeve and slices off his uniform::
Ilia tReki:	There may be no rhyme, reason, or purpose to the Universe, after all. ::smiles again::
EtonTrSaal:	you know that you exist, nothign more.
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  Good place to start.
Mercura A:	<Go Eirl!!>
EtonTrSaal:	If you ponder youre own existance, then you must exist.
AtotrLycus:	<<Not a uniform, A green vest over a black shirt, along with black trousers and boots::
AtotrLycus:	>
Mercura A:	::looking at stars in viewscreen::
EtonTrSaal:	<she can be forcefull. Trust me>
Eirl tKaen:	<well whatever :)>
AtotrLycus:	::pushes her hand with the knife away:: Hey! Stop that!
EtonTrSaal:	<<ooops...didn't mean that the way it sounded...::blushes::>
Eirl tKaen:	then remove it on your own, please
AtotrLycus:	<Ato NEVER wears a uniform. :-) >
EtonTrSaal:	Yeah. I'm still working on the rest.
KYele:	<::chuckles at Eton::>
Ilia tReki:	It's all perspective.
EtonTrSaal:	It's something to do alone late at night.
AtotrLycus:	::frowns, takes off his shirt and vest::
Eirl tKaen:	::mannaged to cut off the vest and shirt::
EtonTrSaal:	Well, everything is subjective, deending on viepoint...
Ilia tReki:	::nods slowly::
Eirl tKaen:	<never mind>
Compuboy95:	<::watches a nice serious sim::>
AtotrLycus:	<Naw. Yours is better>
EtonTrSaal:	I think the untimate understanding would come from seeing things from the Universe's...
AtotrLycus:	::wipes threads off his bare chest::
EtonTrSaal:	...Viewpoint.
AtotrLycus:	There. Are you happy now?
Eirl tKaen:	::takes them from his hands:: Now please remove your pants and boots
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Ilia tReki:	Well, not necessarily.. you don't understand everything that's going on inside you, so why..
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Ilia tReki:	..should the Universe?
Ilia tReki:	::paused::
AtotrLycus:	::smiles:: Not on the first date. I don't want to think less of you.
Mercura A:	::paused::
AtotrLycus:	::pawz::
KYele:	Ael, you're ruining Eirl's fun!
CylisCohen:	::paused::
Eirl tKaen:	yeah! I'm having a lot of fun here, and _not_ because of the view
Mercura A:	They can write a log..they'll just have to mention a rating before they send it ;-D
AtotrLycus:	Hey! :-(
Ael tVecj:	::smiles::
Ael tVecj:	Good sim all!
EtonTrSaal:	Because the universe is all, so has all the senses that can be had. We're limited, so are./.
EtonTrSaal:	...our senses.
EtonTrSaal:	::stops being Eton now, shuts up::
KYele:	Eton! It's over, sim's done.
Eirl tKaen:	::smiles:: Eirl may not be monogomous, but she's not looking for a date, either
KYele:	There you go.
EtonTrSaal:	I know, I just had to get my reparte out.
AtotrLycus:	What? And Ato has to suffer for that?
Eirl tKaen:	::nods, smiles::
EtonTrSaal:	No, he's suffering for being an ass.
Ilia tReki:	::has a rebuttal of sorts.. maybe not..;)::
Eirl tKaen:	Mostly what Eton said
Ael tVecj:	Dismissed all. ;)
KYele:	Yoink! ::dashes out::
EtonTrSaal:	What about mostly what I said, Ael?
AtotrLycus:	He may be an ass, but he's a dashing and handsome ass!
Ilia tReki:	::trots off::  G'night guys.. ;)
Eirl tKaen:	::giggles::
CylisCohen:	Night
EtonTrSaal:	'Night.
AtotrLycus:	Night, Ilia.
Eirl tKaen:	And Eirl is very much in love with both spouses, and Ato's not her type
Compuboy95:	::finishes his popcorn in the bleachers::