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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: moving

Just a show of opinions here. Do you want to go from the meeting to the journey immdeiately or do you want an evening of getting prepared posts? I don't mind either way.

Posted on 2006-10-11 at 14:23:44.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: and two ranting dwarves will beat you straight up!

Magma ate his oatmeal and drank his beer while trying to follow the discussion. So far he had gathered that there had been some sort of argument between Alasdair and Conall, involving the young lady. Fine. That sort of thing crops up from time to time, you give the men some clubs, let them beat on each other and in the end the girl decides – all rather simple and yet another reason to delay their journey and perhaps go shopping for bandages.

But what was this? Conall had left the party? He left on his own? Magma thought about this for a minute, feeling his blood boiling as he stewed his anger.


Magma began to grab his gear and hastily prepare to leave, all the while muttering curses under his breath that would have made a fishmonger’s wife blush. “Going off alone. Facing danger unknown. He could have taken me along just to save me the agony.”

“COR!” Magma shouted following his dwarven brethren out the door, “I hope you can call the dead back to life. Cause if find that copper bottomed knight has gotten himself killed in combat, I’ll go straight to Valhalla myself to drag his sorry ass back so he can die an old man wasting away eating oatmeal and drinking ale!”

Magma begins to hurriedly saddle and prepare his pony for flight. maybe with some luck and the gods blessing, we can find him before he’s killed everything in his path.

Posted on 2006-10-11 at 08:33:31.
Edited on 2006-10-11 at 08:35:10 by Alacrity

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Languages

Just in case you were wondering about languages. There are three major languages in (My)Oerth: Keolandish, Imperial and Payrim. The different races of elves all have their own languages. I do not play using alignment languages.

Other than that it is pretty standard (Orc, ogre, goblin, bugbear, etc). Mages and Clerics may be interested in taking ancient Baklundish or Suloise in case some ancient magic is found.

The barbarians to the north (Sueli) have their own dialect as well, but it would be extremely unusual for anyone to speak it. However, Talas would have a reason to know it.

Posted on 2006-10-10 at 13:10:20.
Edited on 2006-10-10 at 13:11:51 by Alacrity

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: that was happening to me

Until I discovered that my spam filter was filtering out the email notifications.

Also I hadn't gone back and signed up again for the notify since that last crash.

Posted on 2006-10-10 at 09:54:12.
Edited on 2006-10-10 at 09:55:24 by Alacrity

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: sunset

Before the question comes up. Sunset is a Pseudo-dragon that was rescued in the raid on Antonio's castle. She is small for a PD, only about the size of a small cat and her sting tail was brutally cut off by the wizard Orlando. Sunset has been adopted by the group, and although hangs around Dapple alot,but travels with Char as well and is also is prone to landing on Arien's helmet -where she takes on the silver colour and appears to be a great dragonhelm. Well, it would be if if didn't adopt a dopey expression whenever she did that. She is mildly telepathic (feelings and images), can camoflague herself and can fly short distances.

The ongoing gag (which I can't believe I forgot!) is that people around Sunset tend to develop a craving for spicy sausages - which are her favourite treat. I didn't write that into the introduction. So lost opportunity!

Posted on 2006-10-10 at 09:08:36.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Arien is elected

“A leader?” Dwan looked over to Gwanele who shrugged, “Arien Thedell is a noble and educated man from a family that has lead people for generations. I would expect him to be the leader of this group, as is his duty and his calling. But as he so eloquently put it, you all have your roles to fill and you know what they are.”

Dwan looked to Dapple and chuckled, “For a lad who claims no strategic background, you ask the most tactical of questions! Why do we not send troops> There are many reasons. First and foremost is that I have the Empire to the north with legions upon legions that would rather fight here where it is warm than in the frozen tundra to the north. Thus, what troops I have I like to keep on my borders. On top of that is the General is the Commander of those legions – the one they call The Scorpion. Scorpion is, without a doubt the most powerful man in the Empire right now. He commands the men, but his has their respect as well. Furthermore, his only son is now the commander of the Imperial navy – which creates a whole new border to the Iron League. You see lad, I am stretched thin on troops.

“Do you play chess Dapple? Politics is much like chess and sometimes an opponent will expose a rook or another powerful piece in hopes to draw out his adversary. This could be such a move, and if I commit troops, then I will be attacked from some flank I haven’t been luck enough to spot. I do not have the vast resources of men that the Imperial Legions has, but I do have money – so I buy mercenaries.”

Dwan sighed heavily, “The other thing is that troops are easy to spot from afar, but a small, experienced unit like yourselves will be able to get close before you are spotted – if you are spotted at all.So I think it is wiser to go with the small unit then with a large mass of ground troops.”

“Any other questions?”

Posted on 2006-10-10 at 08:48:45.
Edited on 2006-10-10 at 08:49:45 by Alacrity

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Weapons. I said Weapons

The Flannese are oriental in appearance, not culture. So no katanas, shurikens, repeating crossbows or the like.

Posted on 2006-10-09 at 20:36:03.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: History 101

This is a very short summary of the history of my world. Hopefully it covers the main essence needed to understand my world.

It began a long time ago. Long enough that even the elves could not remember it firsthand. Six thousand years ago, there were more elves then although there was no distinction of race. The Baklandish and Suloise Empires were whimsical ideas of the Humans, and the Flanneses were mostly tribal and warlike. The dwarves delved for riches in their mines and cared not for the races above them.

The elves. It always starts with the elves. The idea was to create a series of magical gates that would allow for instant transport across the Oerth. An unusual idea for a long lived race but not everything lasted as long as the elves and this would a vast achievement of magic. Perhaps, on the surface of it all, they just wanted to see if it could be done. So they created the Gates. They were a marvel of magic creation and they did exactly what they were made for – instant travel across all the Oerth.

But, there were other functions of the gates they didn’t know about. The Demon-goddess Lolth discovered the gates and used them to corrupt the travelers in the gateways, giving birth to the Drow and the First Elven Blood war. Many of the fey folk died in that war and the world was left in ruins by the arrogance of elves. As time passed, the Humans grew and multipled – taking over the lands of the elves and the elves found themselves changed forever. Broken into different races and features, they were forever marred by the use of the gates - High Elves, Grey Elves, Wood Elves and a few others. The gates were sealed and the spells that were used to create them were locked away – supposedly forever.

Time passed. Elves and men grew to trust again, perhaps only in the realizing of the dangers of unchecked magicks. The Suloise and Baklundish empires fell in a catastrophic disaster called the Rain of Colourless Fire. The Humans left the wastelands and came over the mountains to settle in what are now Furyondy, Bissel and Keoland. Other took to the seas and forged the Kingdom of Valour on the other side of the world.

But the Elves didn’t keep to their promise. Three thousand years later and the Grey elves, figuring they had learned had to fix the mistakes of the past, worked in secret and opened the Gates once again. Lolth was not the benefactor this time. Another Demon God – Azazel Lord of the Shadow Dragons was released and took to the sky with his minions. The fallen elves rose up from death as dark insubstantial version of themselves –Shadow Elves. The grey elves ran and fleed across the Oerth, followed by the minions of Azazel. The Kingdom of Valour was decimated before they even knew what it was that attacked them. The high elves and the race of man banded together to fight. Thus began the Second Elven Blood War, and the results were more devastating than the first. Only through trickery and the powerful spells of a Human mage did Azazel become bound into his own realm again. Once more, the world rebuild itself over time, but not as it was before.

Out of the ashes of Valour came The Great Kingdom. Lead by a ruthless and cunning wizard named Vecna, the Kingdom declared elves to be the source of evil on the Oerth. They were outlawed, rounded up and executed. The Kingdom grew and grew until in became the Imperial Kingdom and the rulers - Emperors of the World. Vecna lived for many centuries spreading his power and extending his life. After he finally fell, the line of Emperors came under the name Fax, and so has ever since.

But the Empire in the last century has grown weak and is no longer so great. The nobles revel in decadence and carnal delights. The senate struggles for power and control and the current emperor spends his days locked away in his chambers with his one consort. In the pass one hundred years it has lost over 2/3 of its size to secession and open rebellion. The Legions have been fighting a losing battle to the north for a decade, attempting to take the barbarian lands. Every year the clans wait for winter and slaughter the troops in the cold and the snow, taking back all they had lost in land.

The Grey Elves stay within their own realm now, stripped of influence and power, hoping one day the world will forget what has happened. The High elves keep a tight watch on the magics. But there is a rumour that only a few hundred years ago they had to deal with one of their own – one of their best and brightest, attempting to re-open the gates. Still, that is only a rumour.

Baklundish - Mediterrian in appearance. Dark hair, white to dark tanned skin, average height
Suloise - Nordic in appearance. Blonde, blue eyes, tall
Flannese - Oriental to Native American. Darker skin, red to brown hair
High Elves - Your standard elf
Grey Elves - Shorter, Wild colouration (blue, green hair, violet eyes)
Wood Elves - stocky, stronger elves. Earth colours
Drow - Dark skinned, white hair and eyes
Shadow Elves - Look like regular elves except they have no shadow. Bodies are not solid and they are tough to kill. No Shadow elves seen in over one thousand years.

Posted on 2006-10-09 at 20:20:25.

Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: arrows

Why is your room such a mess?


There's only one guy who's not afraid of me, and he's already dead.

Posted on 2006-10-09 at 15:32:45.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Cute Tann

Hope to get you action soon enough.

Character tweakage will be coming oevr the course of the day.

History I hope to get done tonight.

Please feel free to ask any questions here or by email.

Posted on 2006-10-09 at 10:34:58.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Engineering suggestion

Kat might want to have a meeting with her section heads first. The other thing she may want to do is establish an Asst Chief Engineer, to run things when she is elsewhere.

The roster has a list of section heads as I left them. Feel free to fire or move as you see fit. Except Bob. I'd like Bob to remain Computer Core Section Head-dude!

Posted on 2006-10-09 at 10:28:24.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Cue the Mission Impossible Music!

"Aye cousin. You are right and I deserved the rebuke. I have come to rely on you over these years that I forget I have to tell you my thoughts. I think you just know them."

Dwan watched the group introduce themselves, looking more for reaction of the others that the speakers themselves. There be some trust issues here, that be sure. Better nip that in the bud quickly.

“Let it be known.” Dwan spoke in his commanding tone that broached no argument, “That all in this room have earned my trust. Be it from saving Sir Antonio, dealing with those Brigands, helping out with the ogre problem, or providing us with key intelligence that we couldn’t have got elsewhere. Suffice it say that I wouldn’t have chosen you if I felt there was any chance of betrayal, so you should view each other in the same light.” Dwan finished his statement and stood up, “Terrin! Get me a drink, please.”

Of course, as he spoke the words, Terrin was already by his side with a drink horn filled. Dwan took the cup and continued, while Terrin quietly left the room. “A few weeks ago, we lost a scout patrol in a region south and east from here. They didn’t return as scheduled and after a few days, we feared the worst. I asked Gwanele to scout the area out using scrying and magic – there be many a beastie in the lands around us and I didn’t want to waste a patrol on a ogre hunt.” Dwan paused to take a drink, “Terrin! Go get Gwanele for me, will you? Terrin?” He looked around the room, “Where did he go?”

Terrin entered the room with a tall woman behind him. She was at least 6 feet in height, with long blonde hair tied up tight in a formal braid, curled and pinned behind her head. Her eyes were of vibrant green, and she was wearing a fanciful white robe, wrapped in many layers firmly around her body. Her beauty however, was marred by the grim expression on her face.

“Dwan.” She nodded to the dwarven leader, “You had need of me.”

“Yes, Gwanele. These are the gentlemen who will be investigating the situation. I thought it would be best if you told them firsthand.”

She nodded and looked around the room. The grimness did not ease from her face, but seemed satisfied she had your attention. She began, “Dwan asked me to look at the lands southeast for possible threats. When I did I found …” She paused and began an incantation. Before you a miniature illusion appeared of a rugged land filled with hills, valleys and wild overgrowth. In the middle of this badlands was an old Keep. The wall around it had crumbled away in places and the forest was close to reclaiming the land. Within the walls, there were two buildings, connected by a single corridor. The main building was a single floor structure with parts of the roof caved in. The other building was tall, at least four storey in height. This building was in better repair, although still suffering the ravages of time. Yet, there were signs of new work here; shutters were intact or new, stonework seemed repaired. At the very top level of the building, there appeared to be new construction as well. The windows were all boarded up with heavy wood planking, and reinforced with steel plates.

“This is what I found. This is an abandoned outpost from the days that the Empire held these lands. When viewing this area through my magic, I spotted four different Imperial soldiers on the grounds. Not your standard grey deserters either, these were Greens – the special forces of the Empire.”

Dwan piped in, “You all know them. Dangerous folk they be! They can kill a man without drawing a weapon, using feet and hands. Their hand-held crossbows are poisoned tip and need only scratch you to put you to sleep.”

“When I attempted to examine the ruins closer,” Gwanele gestured to her illusion, it changed slightly in that the scene went dark and the top level glowed with a green light. In the main building there was another green light, moving around. “This is what I found. Those familiar with magic will recognize this, but for those unschooled in the arts, these are powerful magic signatures. Very powerful indeed! Have no doubt they are evil in nature, though from this distance I could not ascertain more details than that. One of the evils moves from place to place, the other stays in the tower. Of the two, the tower is the most powerful, but the other is not without caution. However, the entire complex is blocked to me otherwise – which means there are mages present in the building. When we see Reds and Greens hiding on our doorsteps, we fear the worst.” Gwanele dismissed her illusion and stepped back so Dwan can speak.

“Your job is to go there, find out what the danger is and eliminate it if possible. If it is beyond your capacity to do so, then you must report back to me so I can send in the troops. There is a possibility that they are deserters, just holding up – but I wouldn’t bet a copper on that. Imperial soldier on my land makes me nervous and I would rather be able to sleep at nights.

“Now we have a layout of the Keep, as it was back when the Empire build them, so we can give you that if it is of benefit to you. We believe that you will find a possible entry point to the basement of the main building. There should be sewer drain that empties some distance from the structure.” He looks around at a few disgusted faces, “It should be over 100 years unused so it may serve as a passage, or it may not.

“You will be compensated for this with 500 durins (Gold Pieces) each for this mission, with 100 made available to you immediately for any personal expenses. If you do not have a horse, one will be provided for you. If you’d like a pack mule for the journey, we can provide that as well, however any horses or mules must be returned after the mission.
The easiest and fastest route to the keep is two days journey by horse, and then you will have to hike and climb another half day to be within sight of the building.”

Gwanele adds. “Each of you will also be given a powerful potion for healing. As well I have made available one potion of invisibility for whoever of your group would benefit the most.”

Dwan nods and finished his drink, “Any questions?”

Posted on 2006-10-09 at 09:17:29.
Edited on 2006-10-09 at 09:18:10 by Alacrity

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: yes

I had notices this game becoming "As the Starship Turns"

Posted on 2006-10-09 at 09:00:43.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: bored out of his ...rock

Magma thinks to be up and getting ready to go almost as soon as the word that they are leaving reaches him. But wisdom prevails upon him and he bids his time, not willing to be fooled by promises of journeys continued. No doubt they would have to discuss matters again, make sure all were fed and perhaps go shopping one more time before they continued their quest.

Posted on 2006-10-07 at 14:35:53.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: 10 year old daughter

I have a daughter who enjoys D&D and would like to start reading the stuff at the inn. So PG is the way to go.

Posted on 2006-10-06 at 13:48:11.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: The Bob played on.

Stardate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, Lt. Ames quarters– 2200

Bob dealt the cards to the players at the table. They were playing a version of poker called Texas Hold’em, and since Bob liked to deal and wasn’t into the gambling, he had volunteered. Caleb, his new bro was on the short stack, Ensign Gates, a human navigator Bob just met was doing better with a seemly stack in front of him. Next to him was Petty Officer Brunson, a grizzled older man with a medium stack and a bemused expression. Bob liked Brunson because he was cool about things, and rank meant nothing to him. Then there was Lt. Ames, sitting with the large stack and enjoying every minute of it. Bob wasn’t sure he liked Ames yet, but he was willing to keep the jury out. The young man had been discussing his girlfriend Liza with the table, using words like choking, stifling and boxed in his discourse. It was obvious to Bob that Ames didn’t realize he knew Liza and was a confidante to the fine lady.

“I hear what you are relaying dude, but I don’t see the picture. You talk the R, E, S, P, E, C, T, but you are missing the tune, Dig?”

Thomas Ames looked at Bob for a few seconds, then turned to look at Caleb. The Risan translated for him, “He thinks you aren’t respecting Liza enough.”

“I do!” Ames denied, “But she’s choking me. I need my space.Can’t spend every waking minute with her.”

“Positivelymondo dude, space is the final frontier, but while you should be playing federation, you seem to do the Romulan shuffle. It is give and take Bro, not the quid pro quo.”

“You are worrying more about your space, and not enough about hers.” Caleb added.

Gates piped in, “How do you do that?” he asked Caleb, “You two know each other long?”

“Nah,” Caleb laughed, “Not until tonight. I find the more I drink, the easier Bob is to understand.”

“Shields down dude. Only way to parley.”

Gates and Brunson exchanged glance and chuckled. Ames looked disgusted. “What are the blinds now?” he asked, wanting to change the topic.

“10/20 to you Mister Gates?”

The ensign looked at his cards. Bob knew he was going to fold before he said so, This dude shouldn’t play poker. Face’s a billboard “I fold.”

“I’m out” Brunson tossed his cards back to Bob. “Anyone need a refill?”

Ames looked up, “I’m a bit peckish, actually.”

“Anyone into nachos?” Bob asked.

“What are Nut chews?” Brunson asked.

“Nachos. They are like corn chips and cheese and all sort of good stuff.” Bob rubbed his tummy to express the goodness. ‘Sheila? Could you please ship up some Nachos, Bob style, extra grande. Thank you my dear.”


The replicator in the room suddenly hummed and activated. Everyone in the room exchanged glances as Brunson opened up the unit to see a heaping plate of cheese covered nachos.

‘How did you … ?” Ames started.

“Smells good!” Caleb commented.

“Did you just call the Replicator Sheila?”

“No dude.” Bob laughed, “Why would I name the replicator? That’s just weird, dude.”

“Who’s Shelia then?” Ames asked.

“My pet for the Discovery Computer, dude. I thought of using DC but DC is way too impersonal. So I looked closer and found her name was Shelia. Dig?

“You talk to the Computer?” Gates asked in a cautious tone.

“I talk to Sheila, she answers, and we get each other. It’s casual, dudes. Now dig in the munchies dude and let’s get this game going. I need to get some sleep tonight.”

OOC: My apologies if I took any character too far.

Posted on 2006-10-06 at 09:58:51.
Edited on 2006-10-06 at 10:00:29 by Alacrity

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Silent Bob

As I have begun the CWWLLO campaign now, so Bob will become the background character I intended him to be. Once a week tops.

This has nothing to do with how long it takes to Un-Bob myself after I post. Nor the looks I get as a 40 year old man telling people "Chill Dude. It be Cool."

Posted on 2006-10-05 at 20:29:28.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Up up and away

The list of characters is up on the first post of CWWLLO now. I love how fast everyone has posted.

I will do up a brief history then so you can at least understand where you are at.

Posted on 2006-10-05 at 20:23:03.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: okay

I will slip in a breakdown of characters at the start of the campaign. Name, Race, Class, aparent insanity, player's name.

Need to touch up all the characters a bit but that will come over the next week. Old characters need to go up a level, New ones need history and insanities tweaked. I just wanted to allow everyione a chance to post. Thanks for the immediate response by the way.

Would a brief history of my world and current events help? Tell me if you are lost in the history.

Posted on 2006-10-05 at 14:56:29.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: And we are off

Dwan Granitecrusher, Head of the Iron League, and leader of the city-state of Freegate looked over the list of names before him again. The group that went into the valley had a few members leave them, as was the norm with adventurers and sellswords. He had hoped to patch up the holes with a few good men he had met and talked with in the last few days. Hopefully he had made good decisions but time would tell. Unfortunately, time was not a commodity he had in great excess.

He stood up and left the list behind, leaving his office and heading down the hall to the central dining area. His assistant Terrin, soon feel in step behind him. “Terrin! Get me the maps of the area in question,” He said, pausing hold the handle to the doorway, “and have the gentlemen meet me here in the dining hall.” He opened the door to see that the group was already in the room and the maps were spread out on his desk.

Dwan looked around the silent room. The knight Arien Thedell stood ready by the desk, in bright armour. In the shadows behind him was the young lad Dapple, always hiding from the light that one. The Ranger Char, with his odd shaped swords lounged in an easy chair positioned with its back to the wall. The northern nodded a silent greeting to Dwan, but his desire to be outside of the city shone in every sinew of his body. Dwan’s own cousin Kilgrim was also there and came immediately to clamp arms with Dwan. These were all that was left of the Antonio’s saviors.

Near the buffet was a huge muscle bound man in patchwork armour. His long blond hair and icy blue eyes showed him to be one of Sueli – the so called barbarian clans of the north. An ex-gladiator, taken as a slave and trained to fight for sport – Talas had no love for the empire or its people. Further along was a gangly youth with unkempt long black hair and arcane tattoos all over his body. If not for a demonstration of his powere, Dwan would have thought that Jal was a thief by nature. By the lad had arcane powers, that was for sure. The other spellcaster was the complete opposite – lean, physically fit with a body that many fighters would envy. Most wizards don’t carry bastard swords either – but Adrian was ex-red corp of the empire. Many of the reds were forced into service, more slave than conscript.

Dwan cleared his throat, “Come, Sit, and we shall discuss the situation you have been called here for first, then eat afterwards while I answer any questions you may have." Dwan motions you who are standing to the chairs around and takes a single high back chair to sits down. After you have all sat down, Terrin, the young dwarven assistant stands behind his leader and remains there. Dwan says to you "You know who I am and I have spoken to each of you individually, but since you will probably be working together for the next while, why don’t each of you introduce yourself and tell a bit about you. After that I will explain why you are here and what the problem is, fair?"

OOC: The game is open for posts now...

Posted on 2006-10-04 at 19:42:27.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: What about Bob?

Stardate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, ten forward – 2110

Bob entered the area of the ship called ten- forward. This was usually a happening place, low keyed but still with the groove. Tonight, that wasn’t it. A good portion of ten forward was actually fairly empty, however there was a section roped off to the side – a senior officer shindig! He smiled as he saw the Jackdude with the Sci-tie Hemlos. Chief triggerpuller could use some R&R. Bob made a mental note that he needed to have a dude to dude with the Commanderdude.

Bob walked over to the bar. Of course, with the “do” happening, Jacandra wasn’t at the bar. One of the other bartenders was holding the shop, a black skinned human with a handle bar moustache. Lt. N’Doug nodded at him, “Hey Issacdude! You got the COMM tonight.” He said holding his fist towards the man.

Issac touched his fist to Bob’s “What it is Bob!” he said, a bit awkwardly but Bob could appreciate the effort, “ Yes a dinner party for the new officers. What can I get you?”

“Give me a Bambozzle, dude.”

“You got it.” Issac did his magic behind the bar, accessing the computer to direct the replicators was something anyone could do, but Issac mixed drinks the old way, pouring and measuring liquids together and serving with a flourish a tall red coloured drink with ice and lots of fruit pieces within, “One Issac special Bambozzle.”

“Whoa! Awesome Dude.” He sipped it gently, ‘Dude, no one does it better!”

Issac smiled that big smile of his, “Thanks Lieutenant. Cheers.”

Bob took his drink and moved over to an empty table. Before long, another person entered the bar. A Sci-tie by the uniform, Bob was sure that he was one of the crewmembers that had been on that Gavin mission. The science officer ordered a tasty purple drink and made his way to Bob’s table across the room.

"Lieutenant... Bob, isn't it?"

“First try, on the fly, nothing on the side. Please to make yours. We rubbed noodles on the Gavin III headache. You got mine, but you have me in the dust dude.”

"Call me Caleb."

“Risan dude?”

“Yeah. How did you …”

“It’s the strut, dude. You got the strut.”

Caleb nodded and laughed, he was regarded the gathering of senior staff. "So, the brass are up to something tonight, eh? Didn't you get a new boss out of the Valmont meeting?"

”Absolutmondo dude. She’s over there now but I’ll grease her palms soon enough. Pretty hot and tasty by the flyby, and I won’t be straining the neck. Course, Sango was the same except you never knew where to look cause she probably expected you to look, yet it isn’t polite to look, but if you looked, you couldn’t stop looking so you learned to look at anything else – which looked silly.

Caleb nodded, trying to figure out what exactly it was that N'doog had said. The young officer found his gaze drifting back to the staff dinner, despite his intentions to put it elsewhere.

"I want to be there someday..." he murmured, then looked up, a little ashamed at having stated his thoughts out loud. For some reason, though, the catullan put him at ease, so he continued. "Yeah. I feel it every time I step on the bridge. One day, I want to be in that circle."

”Hey bro! It’s good to know where’s your go, dig? That’s good. Many people go with the flow but don’t row. You’ll be there dude. Me, not my scene but I respect the commanderdudes. It ain’t easy doing the whole Bee act. But someone has to do the work.”

Caleb shook his head and grinned. "Tell you what - let me buy you a drink, Bob." He paused for moment. "Say, are you a gambling man? I hear that Lieutenant Ames in ops is scaring up a poker game later on..."

Bob smiled, “Righteous dude. I’m not usually into the mentally challenged taxation, but I could get into some festiveness. I’m doing the Bambozzle, and it is getting to the done. Say, you ever try skateboarding?"

Posted on 2006-10-03 at 20:05:04.
Edited on 2006-10-03 at 20:10:14 by Alacrity

Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: I think

Some cheating has to be allowed here. there is alot of music and I almost stalled the game with my first try.

Posted on 2006-10-03 at 14:56:08.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: so

Are the drinks at Ten forward on a large computerized tab?

Posted on 2006-10-03 at 14:27:34.

Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: really

no one but you got it, did they?

Anyway I do know the anser to this one, but I will see if anyone else gets it - so we don't dominate the game.

Posted on 2006-10-03 at 14:04:35.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: pay scale

Did we ever decide whether Starfleet officers get paid? I remember we discussed it before but I don't remember the outcome. I thought earth had moved beyong the whole capitalism scheme and when to utopia by the replicator lights.

Posted on 2006-10-03 at 13:57:07.

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