U.S.S. Atlantis - 11312.11, Mission #1005

"Azure-Te"


Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Dec 11 21:00:07 2013 on VAdmBlackthorne@packetstorm.va.us.darkmyst.org (irc)

Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Dec 11 21:00:07 2013 on VAdmBlackthorne@packetstorm.va.us.darkmyst.org (irc)

(21:00:07) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: So, last time, we'd learned that the tentative and suspicious nature of our welcome has owed to the fact that the our arrival out of nowhere and the prospect of more where we came from just kicked the existing balance of power out an airlock.
(21:00:07) Topic for #USSAtlantis set by ColDougMcKnight at 21:19:40 on 12/04/2013
(21:00:07) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(21:00:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening!
(21:00:36) mode (+o ColDougMcKnight) by VAdmBlackthorne
(21:00:41) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(21:01:17) CdrTKirr: How you two doing?
(21:01:24) DoctorTav [Bryan@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:01:30) DoctorTav: Ahoy
(21:01:34) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, about the same. You?
(21:01:46) LtWright [Mibbit@i-73-062-552-594.hsd7.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:02:03) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening
(21:02:03) LtWright: Hiyo
(21:02:23) CdrTKirr: Doing all right.
(21:02:52) CdrTKirr: Annoyed that I can't seem to figure out how to upgrade my BIOS. The old version might be the reason I can't use faster RAM.
(21:02:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Cold. Heat pump needs propane when it's cold out, and I didn't know. Houses should come with a manual!
(21:03:11) CdrTKirr: Oooh no. =(
(21:03:31) CdrTKirr: Well I had to jump into the lake today and air-dried...
(21:03:33) ColDougMcKnight: Actually, wanted to give a head sup now, before we get started. I may have to ask that we put things on hold next week. The plot, if not necessarily the sim. Between the training I'm in and the regular job on top, I haven't had a whole lot of extra time for...well, anything, really. And I'm working on trying to earn a CDL. So unfortunately, I may not be
(21:04:11) CdrTKirr: Ooh really? Tav's the one to talk to about a CDL if you've got questions.
(21:04:16) ColDougMcKnight: able to easily spare this time for the next few weeks.
(21:04:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, the week after that is Christmas, and the week after that NYE
(21:04:41) VAdmBlackthorne: NY Day actually
(21:04:51) ColDougMcKnight: This is true.
(21:04:51) VAdmBlackthorne: I could sim on the 1st
(21:05:11) VAdmBlackthorne: That'd probably be our party day :D
(21:06:07) CdrTKirr: Love those parties. =)
(21:06:36) DoctorTav: Glug glug glug!
(21:06:45) DoctorTav: Which CDL are you working on?
(21:07:18) LtWright: Today's the first day we've been above freezing in Eugene since last Wednesday.
(21:07:27) VAdmBlackthorne: At least you have heat :V
(21:07:39) LtWright: We hit -10 on Saturday
(21:07:53) CdrTKirr: Damn guys
(21:07:57) ColDougMcKnight: Class B. Passenger and Air Brake Endorsements.
(21:07:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Dascold
(21:08:02) CdrTKirr: If it was that cold here I'd be out of work.
(21:08:18) CdrTKirr: Tav you should send him your envy picture
(21:08:24) LtWright: It's only about 40 degrees lower than our average low for this time of year :P
(21:08:42) DoctorTav: Ah, buses. What I drove
(21:09:11) DoctorTav: What kind of bus are you going to drive?
(21:09:34) ColDougMcKnight: The tour kind.
(21:09:44) DoctorTav: http://www.thehulltruth.com/attachments/dockside-chat/380843d1386692384-national-hate-florida-day-400589_566191810115614_648349103_n.jpg
(21:10:04) DoctorTav: If you have a choice in the matter, Setra and Prevost are the really nice ones to drive. MCI are okay
(21:10:05) VAdmBlackthorne: LOL
(21:11:04) ColDougMcKnight: My choice is the ones painted green and yellow with "Super Tours" written on them. Not sure what make they are, to be honest.
(21:11:16) LtWright: Meh... 80s is nice weather, in the SUMMER. Personally, I like having seasons... even if seasons in my area are generally "Almost winter" "Winter" "Still raining" and "Construction"
(21:11:21) CdrTKirr: Lol
(21:11:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Everywhere uses that joke
(21:11:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Except Florida :(
(21:12:09) LtWright: Perhaps I should say "Raining" "Colder and raining" "Still raining" and "Construction"
(21:12:38) VAdmBlackthorne: I think if I lived, say, in Hawaii, I'd give no shits about not having snow.
(21:12:56) CdrTKirr: Yeah really
(21:13:22) LtWright: I think you only get sea level snow in Hawaii during, like, nuclear winter
(21:14:28) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, shall we get started?
(21:14:34) LtWright: Are we wait.... yeah
(21:15:05) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEEEEET :: Attention!
(21:15:10) LtWright: :: AA ::
(21:15:17) DoctorTav: :: AA ::
(21:16:03) CdrHarper [Mibbit@jjlm-887-97-241-663.clppva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:17:36) CdrHarper: ::AA::
(21:19:22) ColDougMcKnight has changed the topic to: Tonight, we descend into the azure depths of the system's outermost gas giant, where hospitality has been promised us.
(21:19:33) ColDougMcKnight: (Keeping it simple this time. Any questions?)
(21:19:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Back on the bridge with our remaining guest?
(21:20:56) ColDougMcKnight: (Yep. We'll say he's assisting Harper, helping us out with authorizations to approach, dock, all that stuff.)
(21:21:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Righto.
(21:22:01) CdrTKirr: No questions.
(21:22:35) ColDougMcKnight: Okay.
(21:22:38) ColDougMcKnight: BEGIN SIM
(21:22:39) ColDougMcKnight: BEGIN SIM
(21:22:43) ColDougMcKnight: SIM YOU BASTARDS
(21:22:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sims! ::
(21:23:16) DoctorTav: :: sims away in Sickbay ::
(21:23:19) LtWright: :: does not know what to do, has her parents were married ::
(21:23:53) VAdmBlackthorne: :: on the bridge in his chair as they approach the blue giant ::
(21:24:23) CdrHarper: :: at the helm, looking over all the approach data as they near the planet ::
(21:25:12) ColDougMcKnight: :: Standing by tactical, wearing his usual paranoid frown, though for now, it's his 'All is well. FOR NOW!' frown. :: Monitoring atmospheric pressure on the hull patches. No integrity issues so far.
(21:25:16) LtWright: :: at her station, running routine scans and collecting data FOR SCIENCE ::
(21:26:23) ColDougMcKnight: ( Hmmm. Jumped a little ehad there. Imagine he said "Monitoring friction from atmospheric entry" or something. )
(21:26:50) ColDougMcKnight: ( ahead. Must have a lazy key or something. )
(21:27:44) CdrTKirr: :: monitors people monitoring from next to The Chair ::
(21:27:57) CdrHarper: We will require shields upon atmospheric entry interface to protect the hull from the shock heating.
(21:29:36) VAdmBlackthorne: (Friction is not the main cause of entry heating. :science: )
(21:32:32) ColDougMcKnight: (Sigh. Whatever.)
(21:34:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Shields up.
(21:34:53) ColDougMcKnight: Shields to full, aye.
(21:35:16) CdrTKirr: :: looks ahead to the main viewer a moment before returning her attention to her panel, favoring scans out of habit ::
(21:36:01) CdrHarper: Approaching entry interface. :: the gas giant looms large on the viewer :;
(21:37:15) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A red shockwave forms ahead of the ship, easily visible on the screen, as our shields push the gas out of the way.
(21:38:21) CdrTKirr: (( Coming at us? ))
(21:38:36) CdrTKirr: (( Nm you're saying it's the shields ))
(21:38:37) LtWright: (( atmospheric entry heat ))
(21:39:03) ColDougMcKnight: Shields holding normally. We can proceed to destination coordinates when ready.
(21:40:10) CdrHarper: Inertial dampeners holding against deceleration forces.
(21:41:38) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Whether one looks at it on a screen, or in sensor scan form, Atlantis dives steadily down through a sea of blue, of varying light or dark shades. Every once in awhile, we pass through a band of white, almost like an airplane hitting the cloud layer, and once in awhile, a few glimpses of red or yellow. On it goes, a kilometer down.
(21:42:02) CdrHarper: :: as the fiery shockwave ahead of them diminishes :: Peak heating has passed. We are in normal atmospheric flight.
(21:43:00) CdrTKirr: :: is drawn to the beauty on the viewscreen
(21:44:07) CdrHarper: :: feels the drag through the controls - Atlantis is a bad airplane ::
(21:45:28) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> Not too much further now. You'll want to adjust your course on a heading of 115 Mark 64.
(21:45:52) CdrHarper: :: checks the course and makes the adjustment :: 115 mark 64 aye.
(21:47:08) LtWright: :: begins scanning the lower layers of atmosphere ::
(21:49:01) CdrTKirr: :: notes the various gases, pressure and humidity readings as Wright scans ::
(21:50:30) CdrHarper: :: flies onward, the engines directly providing most of their lift ::
(21:50:32) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And as promised, up ahead, a cloud of lights begins to become visible through the blow haze. Indistinct at first, but soon distinguishable as a fleet of ships. Many of them resemble the shuttles we've already seen in orbit over this planet, zipping this way and that. Other ships, holding position for now, nearly rival Atlantis for size.
(21:50:57) CdrHarper: :: slows down as the fleet comes into view :::
(21:51:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, this seems familiar.
(21:53:01) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And at the center of all this, a mammoth station. Several times the size of a 21st century Earth skyscraper, if laid on its side. Several docking bays can be detected for smaller ships, as well as attachments for the larger freighters, several of them docked even now. And atop this, keeping it suspended at its current elevation...
(21:53:52) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> No fewer than a dozen massive, interconnected lighter than air balloons.
(21:54:10) LtWright: Fascinating.
(21:55:06) CdrTKirr: :: eyebrow ::
(21:55:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Remarkable.
(21:56:24) CdrTKirr: Indeed...
(21:57:51) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> A lot more cost effective than anti-grav thrusters to maintain altitude. We've got a handful of these things dotted around the planet. Our seeker ships head down into the bowels, hunting down the choice pockets. I worked on one of those ships myself. Some of the most exciting years of my life, strange as that might sound.
(21:58:30) VAdmBlackthorne: How deep do they go?
(21:58:48) CdrHarper: :: impressed by the balloon-ship ::
(22:00:35) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> :: Grins proudly :: You know, even the Xe have always been impressed by that bit. It depends on the foreman. Deeper than the regulations say to with the successful, I can tell you that. Not that they admit it afterward.
(22:01:23) VAdmBlackthorne: That's quite the engineering feat.
(22:01:43) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> :: Points to a ship in the upper right corner of the screen. :: But if you're curious, I do believe that's Seeker TI-272 on its way down as we speak.
(22:02:16) VAdmBlackthorne: :: eyes the ship and watches it decend ::
(22:03:28) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The ship in question makes its way down at what would normally be an inadvisable speed, vaguely equivalent to Atlantis' half impulse. What's more, the hull seems to visibly deform and collapse inward as it goes, without slowing down. By the time sensors lose it, it's already exceeded a Sovereign's crush depth.
(22:04:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Remarkable.
(22:04:49) CdrHarper: :: casually flies in a holding pattern ::
(22:06:03) CdrTKirr: :: attempts to make sense of sensors, especially the pressure readings ::
(22:07:19) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> ::Nods:: Proprietary technology, you know. The outer hull is composed of dozens of shifting plates. As they're pressed inward, we're able to harness the pressure itself to power a sequence of generators that feed an ultra high intensity structural reinforcement field for the inner supports.
(22:08:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Color me impressed.
(22:08:16) LtWright: :: listening, collects the sensor data and an audio clip of Miraak's last statement and sends them to Engineering for analysis & review for potential future hull modifications ::
(22:09:05) ColDougMcKnight: ( Laaaaaawsuuuit! )
(22:09:54) CdrTKirr: :: wants ::
(22:10:26) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> ::Blinks:: I, uh...we don't actually have a color for that. How did you...?
(22:10:47) CdrHarper: :: wonders if that technology could go on the Mustangs ::
(22:11:19) VAdmBlackthorne: :: chuckles :: It's just an expression.
(22:12:14) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> Oh. Do you have a lot of those?
(22:12:56) LtWright: Our language is very idiomatic in casual speech, I'm believe. :: looks questioningly at Harper ::
(22:13:24) CdrHarper: Yes. Yes they do. :: flatly ::
(22:13:30) LtWright: (( I believe, not I'm believe. ))
(22:14:24) CdrHarper: ::briefly turns away from her console to face Miraak :: Do not worry, I still can not make sense of them either, after years of trying. And I have lost track of how many languages I DO speak.
(22:14:47) CdrHarper: :: returns her attention to flying ::
(22:15:33) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> Well, I suppose the talking falls to me now anyway. Which one of these controls banks sends messages?
(22:16:13) CdrTKirr: While many of the expressions do not make sense at first, a study further into their origins proves to give one a deeper understanding of the culture. (magic edit to before last statement)
(22:16:20) LtWright: I can help with communications.
(22:16:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: idly thinks that it depends on the message you want to send - McKNight's console has spoken volumes over the years ::
(22:17:27) CdrTKirr: ( rofl )
(22:17:53) ColDougMcKnight: (It's a very complex system. The blast yield changes the meaning.)
(22:18:53) CdrHarper: :: has basically given up on that deeper understanding ::
(22:19:36) LtWright: :: looks consolingly at Harper :: It's okay. Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear eats you.
(22:21:19) LtWright: :: looks at Miraak, then at Blackthorne :: Would you like me to open hailing frequencies, Sir?
(22:21:43) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> ::Walks over to Wright:: If you can just open a voice channel, I'll get us the rest of the way.
(22:22:00) LtWright: :: looks to Blackthorne for permission ::
(22:22:24) CdrHarper: :: stares at her console, not wanting to wonder about bears but can't help it :::
(22:22:28) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> ...meaning that Commander Harper will get us the rest of the way. But she'll have somewhere to go.
(22:22:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods ::
(22:23:03) LtWright: :: tappity :: Voice frequency open.
(22:23:15) CdrTKirr: ( At least you don't have to wonder about purple polka-dotted giraffes )
(22:25:41) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> Telthis control, this is Supervisor Miraak, shift 3. Yes, I'm still in the system. Yes, the overtime was approved. My password is "Refuge in the dunes." Requesting docking clearance for...qunadrant 3, section 2.
(22:26:01) ColDougMcKnight: ( quadrant )
(22:26:05) DoctorTav: (( :: gets a feeling in Sickbay, wondering where T'Kirr got that one :: ))
(22:27:34) CdrHarper: :: inexplicably starts wondering about purple polka-dotted giraffes ::
(22:27:59) CdrTKirr: ( rofl )
(22:28:27) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> An acknowledging chirp comes over the comm. A moment later, a cacophany of what sounds like badgers and monkeys fighting as the garbage can they're in is assaulted with baseball bats.
(22:28:38) LtWright: (( baaahahahahahahah ))
(22:28:52) LtWright: (( I laughed so hard I offended the cat ))
(22:29:56) CdrTKirr: :: winces ::
(22:30:21) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> :: Coughs awkwardly as his understanding of human facial expressions tells him that musical tastes aren't universal :: I'm on hold.
(22:30:33) LtWright: (( dies ))
(22:30:34) VAdmBlackthorne: That's... music, then?
(22:30:48) CdrHarper: Universal Translator> :: commits suicide ::
(22:31:31) LtWright: I'd be interested to see what you think of our music.
(22:31:57) CdrTKirr: (( hahaha ))
(22:33:51) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> Yeah. Well, chants.
(22:35:07) LtWright: Chants? On the human homeworld, chanting is usually related to religion. Is it the same in your culture?
(22:36:09) LtWright: Forgive me if I offend, I am merely curious about your people.
(22:37:49) VAdmBlackthorne: (Pie Jesu Domine)
(22:38:07) LtWright: (Dona Eis Requiem... :: THWAP :: )
(22:38:49) VAdmBlackthorne: (Right on)
(22:39:25) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> There's no offense. And yes. It's relating the story of how, after we'd poisoned the first home, Ahn, the stars gave our people a second chance when they-
(22:42:32) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> ::Breaks off as the music dies, and another voice finally comes through.:: Docking is granted. We'll only require notification in advance how many of the aliens want to board at one time. Payroll stuff.
(22:44:28) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll keep it small. Don't want to cause you any trouble.
(22:45:53) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> A hatch can be visibly seen opening on the station's side, and an umbilical docking arm extending.
(22:46:39) CdrHarper: :: angles their path into an approach ::
(22:47:37) CdrTKirr: :: is glad so many species have compatible docking ports ::
(22:50:15) CdrHarper: :: proceeds even more slowly as the distance closes, not wanting to botch this "introduction"::
(22:53:21) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> Might want to brace yourself. The final approach is computerized. You'll be asked to cut engines so the docking beam can take over.
(22:53:47) VAdmBlackthorne: Cut the shields, Colonel.
(22:53:56) CdrHarper: Thanks for the warning.
(22:53:58) CdrTKirr: :: braces ::
(22:54:06) ColDougMcKnight: Miraak> No insult meant to your piloting skills. But that station is filled with H3 fuel awaiting shipment.
(22:54:17) CdrHarper: None taken.
(22:54:18) ColDougMcKnight: Shields lowered.
(22:55:07) CdrHarper: :: compensates for the enhanced drag from the loss of the shields, their "wing" going from a vaguely oblate spheroid to an Atlantis-shape ::
(22:56:32) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The view is bathed in a sudden orange light as three separate beams lock on from different angles, maneuvering Atlantis into position like a child playing with Legos. Only hopefully with fewer swears when someone inevitably steps on them.
(22:57:18) CdrHarper: :: leans back from the console, somewhat reluctantly ::
(22:57:24) VAdmBlackthorne: :: doesn't want to be stepped on::
(22:57:29) VAdmBlackthorne: (three minutes)
(22:59:18) CdrTKirr: :: is thankful for inertial dampeners, even though she has no doubt the powerful beams are calibrated correctly ::
(23:00:08) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> There is the obligatory CLANG WHOOSH as the docking tube meets our hull and pressurizes.
(23:00:30) CdrHarper: Hard mate, Admiral.
(23:00:57) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:00) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:01) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:02) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(23:01:12) ColDougMcKnight: Also paused.
(23:01:20) DoctorTav: :: pauses ::
(23:01:32) ColDougMcKnight: Well, thanks for coming again.
(23:01:37) LtWright: ||
(23:02:17) ColDougMcKnight: And I don't want to sound like a broken record, but I do want to apolagize. I'd meant for things to be moving a bit faster than this by now. I just haven't had the time to work on this plot that I'd hoped I would.
(23:02:40) VAdmBlackthorne: The interaction with Miraak is quite entertaining. :)
(23:03:04) CdrTKirr: We all experiece that as sim authors, I think.
(23:03:14) CdrTKirr: My last one took WAY longer than I had anticipated.
(23:03:18) ColDougMcKnight: Well, I DO try to make up for it a little with that. Glad to see it works somewhat.
(23:03:21) CdrTKirr: Of course, that's Tav's fault.
(23:03:29) DoctorTav: Well, at least you don't have me throwing a monkey wrench into things by making the aliens breathe something that is normally solid.
(23:04:00) ColDougMcKnight: Well, there ARE four Xe League races we haven't even met yet.
(23:04:10) ColDougMcKnight: If we do, who's to say? Maybe they breathe peanut butter.
(23:04:13) DoctorTav: I owe you guys like two months of apology, and I am being much more careful now
(23:04:48) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, and speaking of apology, Rachel asked me to convey hers that she couldn't make it tonight.
(23:04:57) DoctorTav: Looking at the chemistry of peanut butter, I am going to say no.
(23:04:59) CdrTKirr: She feeling well?
(23:04:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh, much appreciated.
(23:05:57) DoctorTav: C12H22O11. No way to breathe that
(23:06:02) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, she's okay. It's mostly just that a bout of insomnia has thrown her off and left her completely exhausted tonight. She's working on trying to reset her sleep clock.
(23:06:40) LtWright: I've been there, poor girl.
(23:07:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Sooo, the next two weeks
(23:08:03) VAdmBlackthorne: One is Christmas and right out
(23:08:23) DoctorTav: Circadian rhythms can be a pain to take care of
(23:09:15) VAdmBlackthorne: And it looks like we won't have our plot driver for next week.
(23:09:57) CdrTKirr: Right
(23:10:21) VAdmBlackthorne: How is everyone for the 1st/
(23:10:43) LtWright: ok as far as I know
(23:13:04) CdrTKirr: I think we're good?
(23:13:11) VAdmBlackthorne: Mike?
(23:13:21) ColDougMcKnight: I'll have to let you know. With luck, I'll be done with most of the CDL stuff I have to study for by then, but I'll still be learning tour stuff. Might be a more manageable load.
(23:13:29) CdrTKirr: We should be good, I look forward to the New Years parties
(23:13:42) DoctorTav: Woohoo!
(23:13:49) CdrTKirr: Let's plan for it and see closer to the date?
(23:14:07) DoctorTav: BAMFAM as they say in sales
(23:14:16) LtWright: ?
(23:14:28) DoctorTav: Book A Meeting From A Meeting
(23:14:54) DoctorTav: If they sound like they have a cold, you should run. Because Meeting suddenly becomes Beating
(23:15:01) VAdmBlackthorne: So do we just want to call it next week?
(23:15:10) CdrTKirr: lol...
(23:15:46) LtWright: Sure
(23:16:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Or get together and just hang out in ten-forward?
(23:17:17) CdrTKirr: We could hang out sure
(23:17:26) CdrTKirr: A pre-party
(23:17:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Or have the first annual Atlantis bowling tournament!
(23:18:19) DoctorTav: Hmm. Not sure what It think of that
(23:18:22) CdrTKirr: Zomg not bowling
(23:18:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Sorry, sorry.
(23:18:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Ten forward could be fun. :)
(23:19:23) LtWright: I might have to bring Talla
(23:19:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Do both, like me.
(23:19:51) LtWright: Oh, I meant to do both, but it was more of a threat
(23:21:44) VAdmBlackthorne: Step into line or I'll counsel you!
(23:22:42) LtWright: I'll be Andoran at you! Mercilessly!
(23:23:29) LtWright: Anyway, I have to go procrastinate finishing my Self-Evaluation for work
(23:23:49) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm ignoring mine.
(23:23:52) LtWright: so I'll plan to see you all next week unless someone tells me otherwise
(23:23:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Like usual.
(23:24:09) VAdmBlackthorne: If I did it, I'd just fill it out with perfect scores anyway, what's the damn point?
(23:24:13) LtWright: My boss pestered me about it today and told me to just send him what I'd already done.
(23:24:28) VAdmBlackthorne: Evaluate urself: I R AWESUM
(23:24:44) LtWright: And my boss hates me, so the only person who's going to say anything good about me on the record is me
(23:25:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :(
(23:25:26) LtWright: so I'm trying to be all "look I did this thing and this thing and this thing and here are bullet points and details illustrating how awesome I am please god someone hire me out from under this godforsaken man"
(23:27:04) LtWright: I'm going to be Eeyore somewhere else, sorry! <3 nini
(23:27:08) LtWright left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:27:44) VAdmBlackthorne: Good night all, see you in the lounge next week!
(23:28:17) DoctorTav: On behalf of T'Kirr and me, good night. See you next week
(23:29:11) DoctorTav left the room.

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