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Topics in this digest:
1. [DL-D] What's behind Door #1?
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [USS Calypso] Starting a new day!
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 01:29:07 -0500
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D] What's behind Door #1?
Day 1
Late Morning
Medical Center
[SNIP]
"So what do we do now? We've all made sure our dragonets were
safe, fed and checked by the healers. We've stayed here, waiting until
it was safe to go out again. How long will we need to stay here?" Star
asked the woman, then looking around as the other piped in, "Yeah?"
they all asked together as one.
[END SNIP]
"These are unusual times and unusual circumstances. Normally you'd all
go the hatchling barracks, however, since the wyverns made a nice big
hole in there, and after all the rockets went off... well, that area
really isn't suitable anymore." Sharees grinned ruefully. She wished
T'rell were here, but since he was unable to hear anything after
setting off those very rockets she'd just mentioned down in the tunnels
under the hatchling barracks, well, he wouldn't be much use in
answering questions.
"So are we going back to the dining hall?" One of the former
searchlings asked.
"No, you can't bring your dragons into the dining hall, there just
wouldn't be enough room for all of you," Sharees answered.
"So, we're going to live here?" One tired and disbelieving voice
asked.
"No, you can't all stay here. We need this area for treating dragons
that get injured." Sharees frowned. Her mind quickly sifted through
her memories of the warren and suddenly it hit her. "And I think I
might know just the place. It may need a bit of work to make it
livable, but it's got plenty of ... room." Sharees smiled, "You all
just stay put for now... I'll come back after I talk to our Trainer,
T'rell, and our warrenlady.
"Oh, and you might start to notice you're feeling a bit itchy, it
probably isn't you, but your dragon. So, if you do, there are rags
over there and some pots of oil. Pour some oil on the rag and then rub
it into the itchy spots on the dragon's scales. You'll find you'll be
doing a lot of that for the next 3 months."
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Sharees pushed open the door of the medical center room where T'rell
was resting. No point in knocking since he couldn't hear anyway, she
reasoned. The man looked absolutely miserable, until he caught sight
of his wingsecond.
"SHAREES!" He bellowed, unknowingly.
Sharees winced, and put a finger to her lips, "You're shouting."
"WHAT?"
<Chamelle, please tell T'rell that he doesn't need to shout. And
darling, would you mind interpreting a bit for us if I can't get him to
understand me?"
A moment later T'rell's eyes narrowed and then he nodded, "FINE, I
WON'T SHOUT! THEY THINK THE HEARING LOSS IS ONLY TEMPORARY, ANYWAY!"
Sharees grinned and covered her ears. "You're still shouting." She
quickly explained to Chamelle that she wished to convert an old storage
area which had been abandoned by the quartermaster for a more airtight
location into sleeping chambers. It would be perfect for the newly
joined riders and their dragons to live in... once it had been
outfitted properly. She was sure that Roxie and Lexi could help
organize that as they and Akety had done in the dining hall. She
missed Akety, the little sprite, and briefly hoped the battles in Cleft
were going better than the battles in Daere.
T'rell concentrated as he listened to Chamelle. "GOOD IDEA! GO AHEAD
AND GET THE NEW RIDERS WORKING ON THE CONVERSION. IT'LL GIVE THEM
SOMETHING TO DO UNTIL WE CAN BEGIN THEIR TRAINING."
Sharees smiled. "I'll check with the Duchess, too, just to make sure."
"WHAT?"
Sharees smiled and waved an exaggerated good-bye.
T'rell nodded, satisfied and waved a half-hearted farewell.
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Thea's Office
Sharees explained to Thea exactly as she had explained earlier, stating
that she recalled the storage facility from her childhood, and new it
to
be abandoned. "... and best of all, I don't think there are any
tunnels
running under it." Sharees tried for some humor, but it fell a bit
flat.
[TAG: Eddie]
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Summary:
Day 1
Late Morning
Sharees leaves the newly joined riders to oil their dragons and goes to
speak with T'rell. T'rell is in the medical center suffering from
temporary hearing loss from exploding the rockets in the enclosed
spaces
of the tunnels. She explains the need to find a suitable location to
house all the hatchlings and their riders and suggests an old storage
facility.
After leaving T'rell, Sharees goes to see the Duchess to see if Thea
has
any objections to the plan.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Arlene Jacobs
AKA
Sharees & Chamelle.
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 02:53:49 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Calypso] Starting a new day!
MD4:1730 hrs
*** "Well howdy there Counsellor... how are y'all doing today?" ***
"Well hey there yerself!" Georgi replied with a sunny smile taking a
glass of sweet tea from the replicator. "Have a seat Ensign." She added
then slid into the chair behind the desk. Indicating the replicator
before he could sit, "Hep yurself!"
Johnny grinned. "I'm good Counselor. Thank you anyway. I'm reporting in
as ordered, so why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"
The perky southerner grinned slyly at the handsome man. "Awww Ensign,
ya'll can quit yer oozin', it ain't gonna work on meh!"
Tempete' arched a brow, the cocky grin firmly in place, "Oozing?"
Georgi chuckled knowingly, "Sho nuff, yous just radiatin' wit it Sugah!
Now ah don't doubt that thar's gonna be plenty of the girls trying ta
tree ya like a coon hound does a squirrel, but this here ain't one of
'em!" Her big blue eyes twinkled merrily, "Ah will be honest though,
suckin' up ta the Counselor does have merit, so why doan we jus' start
wit ya tellin' meh a little 'bout yoreself instead." Georgi's sweet
smile lit up the room as she added, "other then yer nasty ole habit of
aggravatin' superior officers!"
{Tag: Peter :D}
MD 5 0545 The Cave
"Captain!" Angel exclaimed with surprise at seeing the Caly Commander
so early.
"Morning Angelica!
The Cave hostess scowled at the tall man. "Captain, I want to expla.."
"That you absolutely hate your given name, and you'd prefer I didn't
use it!"
Angel's eyes widened.
Brant smiled almost gently, "It's a beautiful name... Angel, you
shouldn't be ashamed of it." A nudge against his leg made him look down
to find lupine eyes gazing up at him. "I swear the mutt gets bigger
every day!"
Angel bristled, "He's not a mutt Captain, his name is Wolf!"
"The Angel and her Wolf! Sounds like the name of a good story,,,,,,,
Angelica!" Reed chuckled heading for his usual table.
"So what brings you in so early Sir!" She called after him already
fixing a carafe of his favorite brand of coffee.
"Couldn't sleep so thought I would aggravate the situation and come
crawl into out of your delicious pots of coffee!"
Obviously pleased by the praise she set the tray down on the table and
Brant looked up from the padd in his hand with a big grin. "Besides got
me a hot breakfast date with the Chief Engineer and knowing Van I'll
probably catch hell about somebody doing something to her engines! So
figured I'd better be awake for it!"
The little brunette grinned, the chief engineer's fiery temper was
legendary. She was well respected among the crew though, but all knew
it wasn't wise getting on her bad side. The door to the lounge whizzed
open and a couple of sleepy eyed crewman wandered in and Angel excused
herself to tend her customers.
MD 5: 0610
"Good Morning Captain!" Freda nodded as she passed Brant's table.
The Commander looked up with a smile. "Good morning Lieutenant, and
what brings you out so early? If I recall you aren't on duty until
0800? But since you are here, you haven't maybe found my first officer
by chance have you?"
"No Captain, not as of yet!"
"Any problems with our.... guests?" Unfortunately, this was a small
ship so rumors flew rather quickly and he had heard the term 'zombies'
once too often. Hopefully they could get this nipped in the bud before
it got out of hand.
"No Sir!" She answered launching into the security procedures in place
concerning the station scientists.'
Brant nodded, "Good! I want them kept under lock and key! With the
Doctor leaving us so abruptly we'll need Ensign Conner's expertise.
Hopefully between him and the EMH they can form some conclusion as to
what is going on. The situation on the station has me a bit puzzled.
When my first officer suddenly starts firing on his own away team then
gets beamed away by a Romulan Warbird, I have a tendency to get a
little worried." Tapping absently on the padd he looked up at the
striped woman. "Actually, I could launch into quite a list that has me
puzzled, but that's a subject I won't go into now! Suffice it to say I
want access to them restricted to only a few key personnel."
"Aye Sir!" Freda nodded as she watched him refill his cup. "Was there
anything else?"
"I trust our new officers have been briefed?'
"Yes Sir they have!"
"Good!" Glancing up at her, "And your take on our new tactical officer?
You will be working closely together so I want to make sure there won't
be any friction between you." Seeing the look on her face it dawned on
Brant his choice of words. Rolling his eyes the Captain sighed.
"None Sir that I know of!" She answered flatly then proceeded to share
her encounter with the new pilot, as there was no doubt a report
somewhere about an electrostatic discharge the day before.
Brant smirked fighting the urge to laugh, "Why, I'm amazed you let him
off so easy Freda! Next time you should invite him in for a game of
basketball! Which reminds me, I think you owe me a rematch, only this
time it's my court!"
Freda gave him a hint of a smile, "You're on Sir!" Giving him a formal
nod the statuesque security officer walked away leaving him to admire
her shapely figure.
(Tag: Traci if you want to add anything)
MD 5:0630
Brant glanced up and smiled as the gorgeous brunette slid into the
chair across from him. He was so relieved that Van hadn't been injured
that she could've railed at him about anything until the Horsehead
Nebula burnt itself out and he wouldn't have cared. Losing officer's
was just not something he did, and he'd already lost two. Hopefully HHQ
would lighten up some now that at least one had been found. "Good
Morning Van, you're looking downright perky this morning!"
{Tag: Bianca :D)
BD 5:0700 Guenthar's quarters
Still in her workout gear the little redhead grinned up at the new
tactical officer standing in the doorway of his quarters Her legs still
moving in place as she slowly cooled down from her usual rigorous
morning workout. The coppery curls piled on top of her head bounced
from Georgi's moments making her look like a spirited youngster.
"Howdy, ah'm Counselor MacKendle, but ya'll can call me Georgi! Ah was
headin' ta the Cave and thought ya'll might like ta join me fer sum
breakfast!" Even though her smile was sunny and her tone was light, her
invite was not, this wasn't a request. "Angel's got sum of the yummiest
goodies ever! She's got a high-energy drink that is chock full a
chocolate! It's a great way ta start the day, an'nul cure anythin' that
ails ya!"
{Tag: Ron - So even though he was up late is Guenthar up for breakfast
with the Counselor?}
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Lieutenant Georgianna MacKendle, CNS & Captain Brant Reed, CO USS
Calypso-B
***Summary***
MD 4:1735 Georgi greets Johnny and gets down to brass tacks.
MD 5:0530 Brant shows up at the Cave and surprises Angel.
MD 5:0610 Freda appears at Brant's table and they discuss different
events with Brant reminding Freda about a rematch on the court.
MD 5:0630 Van arrives for breakfast with the Captain
BD 5:0700 After her workout Georgi stops by to visit Guenthat and
'invite' him to breakfast.
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