- , Mission #

"Out of Beta"

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<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Whilst several of the engineering staff are making a beeline to get off duty and onto some sweet relaxation; Ilaihr is having a proper walk around engineering, polishing the consoles a manifolds, gazing intp the warp core::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: turns to Commander Harper :: NAV: What are your plans, commander?

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

CSO: I had not really thought about it.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: waits in the sudden line for the transporters ::

:: tosses his bag on the hotel bed with a whump :: XO: We... are not on a ship!

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Starts humming 'Daisy Daisy' to himself.:: Self: I'm half crazy...hmm hmm hmm hmmmmmm hmm hmmmmmm. I am a little bit, nothing wrong with that eh. I wonder if the bridge staff would like to join me for dinner and a drink?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: gently deposits her bag in a corner and raises an eyebrow at Blackthorne :: You are correct.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

NAV: Ensign McNamara has been trying to talk me into "pampering myself" and I understand there is a famous spa down on the planet...

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: eyes widen :: CSO: Now that I could use.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: smiling :: NAV: Would you care to join me?

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Self: I'll have to send one of the fine bottle of ale to the admiral..... ::Everything is looking clean in engineering.:: I should go to the bridge, make sure everything is spick and span.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

CSO: Yes, I would, thank you!

T'Kirr: It's just been a while, that's all.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

NAV: Shall we, then?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: softens :: Ian: Yes, it has.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Moseys on over to the turbolift:: TL: Computer my dear, Bridge please. ::The doors close behind him and the lift starts to ascend:: Thankyou.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

CSO: Lead on, Lexy.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: stretches subtly in place, twisting at the waist, having grown stiff from long hours of working in a chair ::

T'Kirr: Having nothing to do when our lives are usually so structured is overwhelming.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Still humming and singing:: Self: You'll look sweet, upon the seat, of a bicycle maaaaaade foooooooor twwwooooooooooo.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: I have several novels you could read.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: steps onto the transporter pad and beams down with a group of people ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Turbolift comes to a halt, and the doors open. Ilaihr steps out and notices a young ensign sodding about in the captain's chair. He smiles before walking up behind him:: Ens: Ehem....I dont believe that is your chair ensign.

T'Kirr: I can read on Atlantis. We have a planet to explore!

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: I must concede that you have a point. I could use some exercise myself.

T'Kirr: What would you like to do? Hike? Dive? Ride? Climb?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: touches a brochure on the desk, which begins to flash with adverts on various things to do ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Notices that the Ensign is larking about so much he didnt hear him. Put his fingers in his mouth and lets out a loud and high pitched whistle at the young officer::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: arrives at the transporter queue with her bag, looking around for Commander Harper ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: There is a brochure here with options.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: also arrives, newly-packed bag on her shoulder, and having ditched the uniform for something more casual ::

:: takes it and looks :: T'Kirr: Say, have you ever been diving?

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: spots Harper :: NAV: Ah... I should have changed my clothes too. :: looks chagrined ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: catches another transporter out to a small, secluded cabin overlooking a ravine. Walking in, she sets her bag down on a chair and looks approvingly around the sparse cabin. Perfect for meditation and visiting with friends over the comm ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Wright: I am surprised it was not your first thought, since it was mine.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: blinks in thought :: Ian: I've been through underwater training, but not recreationally, no.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Harper: Clearly, I have a lot to learn about relaxation.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Ens_Malus>

::Stops dead, stays almost completely silent as he slowly turns around with a pained look on his eyes:: ENG: uuuh uuhuh, I uhhhh uuhhhh.....

T'Kirr: It's a lot of fun, and I think you'd enjoy it being a scientist.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Wright: Then let the relaxation begin! :: gestures to the pad ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: bobs a small bow and steps on the pad ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Malus: That isn't your chair is it Ensign?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: hesitates and shifts to her other foot--when he puts it *that* way... ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Ens_Malus>

No sir, its uuuuh.....

:: grins ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: steps up and they're beamed to the spa Wright mentioned ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Malus: Its the admirals seat I believe. I dont think he would like to know that someone is spinning and jumping up and down on it, would he?

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Ens_Malus>

::The ensign shakes his head uncontrollably for a moment:: ENG: I just wanted to, uhhhhh, just, y'know, just, uhhhhh.....

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: really, a little water won't hurt her :: Ian: All right. Let's do it.

:: makes a reservation on a dive boat from the pamplet ::

T'Kirr: I thought you might like that.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: finally finishes up in Sickbay so that he can get to the things he wants to do. He goes to his quarters, changes and puts on the loudest Hawaiian shirt he has. From there, he's off to Transporter Room 3 and then on to a little village he read about where it's just a couple-hour hike to a cave with amazing hot springs ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Malus: You did as everyone does my boy. You wanted to sit in the big chair, see what it felt like, see how it made you feel. What did you think of it?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: We will see. I am doing it for you.

T'Kirr: Oh?

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: After changing into a more traditional Vulcan tunic and pants, she's waiting at the shipyard for a certain ship with a rather important passenger ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Ens_Malus>

Eng: You can see everything, and everyone can see you, it felt incredible.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: It was your first suggestion, what caught your attention among the others.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: looks around, taking in the spa and attached hotel. They're small and tasteful, surrounded with lush greenery, and there is a lovely woman out front beckoning them inside :: Well, let's go in! :: walks up and greets the lovely woman and allows herself to be escorted inside ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: follows along in anticipation ::

T'Kirr: Alright. If you get uncomfortable, just let me know.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Malus: I know. Now, clear off lad. If you want to sit in the seat, you have to earn it. And right now, there is some shore leave to enjoy that you have already earned. I suggest you enjoy it, and think about how you're going to get back in that chair. Ok?

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Ens_Malus>

::He nods at Ilaihr, and runs off to the Turbolift:: Eng: I'll do that sir. Please dont tell the admiral. ::He begged::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: at first takes Ian's comment to be insulting, but thinks better of it and thanks him with a subtly gracious expression and a warmer tone in his mind ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: a cargo ship catches her eye and she moves forward into the small crowd of other people waiting for the passengers of this ship. ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Malus: I wont. Enjoy yourself young man. ::He smiles at the ensign as the doors close:: Self: Now, I'm going to think about how I'll get to my own chair one day.

:: of course, he meant no insult :: T'Kirr: Right then, let's go.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::He sits slowly and cautiously in the admiral's chair:: Comp: Computer, dim the light please. ::He crosses his legs , and closes his eyes, and begins to meditate::

Chair>

:: zaps Ilaihr ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: along with Harper, is shown into a lovely double room with two separate sleeping rooms adjoining a central common room. The rooms are light and airy, with many potted plants and bowls full of fruits, berries, and candies. The hostess hands them each a light airy robe that matches the decor and encourages them both to change and enjoy something to eat and drink ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: sheepishly heads back to one of the sleeping rooms to change into her robe ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: grins :: I like it already. :: takes her bag into one of the sleeping rooms, and changes into the robes ::

:: after a light trip, they end up at the dive boat on the waterside ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: eyes the deep water warily ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Self: Ow. ::Opens eyes at stares at the chair:: I'm trying to centre myself, and monitor the ship. There is no need to attack me.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: the passengers of the cargo ship have finished debarking and she spots a young boy dragging his caretaker by the arm and sighs. :: Self: He still has not learned patience. :: to the boy :: Taril! Desist that behavior at once! Elena does not wish to be forcible moved anywhere!

:: grabs a suit off the rack and hands one to T'Kirr, guessing at her size in this sort of thing ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

:: frowns :: But Mum! I was just showing 'Lena where you are... :: he chooses that moment to look slightly sulky. ::

Chair>

:: angry silence ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Relaxes himself again, focussing on the gentle hum of the ship:: Atlantis: You can be angry with me all you want, you know why I'm here::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: takes the suit and doesn't think it will fit, but the material is stretchy and she might as well try it on ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: sighs softly :: Taril: Perhaps we will discuss this another time. It is agreeable to see you again, sa-fu. :: turns to Elena :: Elena: Thank you for bringing him here. I hope he was not a... handful on the way here.

T'Kirr: It's supposed to be tight.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: exits the sleeping room dressed in her robe, selects a chaise to recline on, and grabs a handful of what looks like chocolate-covered berries from a nearby bowl, popping one into her mouth :: Mmmm, these are heaaaavenly.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: muses at the suit, certainly the better to keep the cold out ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: enters the central room in her robe, and takes the other lounge ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Elena>

Oh, not at all! He was actually pretty quiet on the way here! Well, I'd better be off. I've got to catch a transporter up to the station. Apparently, my shuttle's departure got bumped up. Damn fools in scheduling...

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Atlantis: I can feel everyone by the way. Shoreleave has only just begun and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Harper: You have to try these. :: holds the bowl out toward her ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: takes some of the chocoberries and eats :: Mmmmm... ohhh... oh my.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Harper: Right??

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Elena: It seems they are. Good day. :: After waving a frantic farewell, Elena sprints to the transporter pad a short distance away, looking rather panicked :: Taril: Shall we? I have booked a cabin by a ravine for us. You do enjoy rock climbing.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Wright: Yes, those are decadent

:: gets on the boat ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: uses the ladies room provided and dons the suit, finding it fits her well after all ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

:: grins :: I can't wait! :: both walk off to the small vehicle that she rented for the duration of their stay ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: the hostess enters the room with two young girls in tow, each carrying a small basket of towels :: Hostess>

If you'll follow me to the sauna please? :: bows slightly, holding a large carafe of ice water and two small cups ::

:: picks out dive gear for them once on the boat ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: joins Ian ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: looks at Wright then to the towels :: Lead on.

T'Kirr: Our regulators and masks have built in communication, so we don't have to use hand signals like the divers of old.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: nods, looking over the equipment, thankful that communication will be efficient as normal ::

Aside from that, it's just a matter of bouyancy. Breathe normally, don't hold your breath, and ascend slowly.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: follows the hostess to the sauna ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Atlantis: What? Oh yes, Computer can you give me the coordinates of the admiral's cabin. I'll beam a bottle of the 2298 to him and commander T'Kirr. Its one of my best.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: I am well aware of the physics of underwater diving. :: pauses in thought before adding :: But...your concern is appreciated.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: soon arrives at a natural pool with a hot spring, in a cave seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He tests the water before stripping and settling into the water. :: Self: Aaaaaah.

Alright. :: takes his seat with a smile ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Hostess>

:: Opens the door to a small private sauna and steam billows out. She gestures at one of the baskets. :: These are clean towels for you to wear in the sauna, :: gestures to the other :: and these are cold wet towels to cool you if you get too warm. :: she leans in and places the ice water carafe and cups ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

Self: Who else would appreciate it..... Lieutenants Quinn and Wright....Commander Harper...The doctor Tav, who I havent quite had the pleasure yet....and that lovely T'Lira.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: sits also, awaiting the sights and guidance into the experience ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: turns away and takes off her robe, donning a towel, and climbing into the sauna ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: has arrived back at the cabin and now Taril is bouncing around happily, enjoying his first official trip to another world ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: does likewise, wearing the towel even though Risans really don't have much in the way of modesty ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Gets up out of the admiral's chair:: Comp: Computer also set a reminder for me, I need to get in touch with a few people now that we have returned to the Alpha Quadrant. Set it for 2200 hours.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Wright: Wow this is warm.

:: enjoys a nice boat ride out to the dive site ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Steps into the turbolift:: TL: Cargo bay 1 please computer.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: turns her head, barely catching sight of a jumping sea creature ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Harper: Yeah it is. :: pulls out a towel and lays it over her forehead, and tips some ice water into a cup, offering it to Harper ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Steps out of the turbolift and casually strolls to the cargobay, checking the halls as he goes::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: takes it gratefully :: I am not used to quite this kind of heat, but it is relaxing.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: relaxes deeply, feeling his thoughts turn away from his duties on the ship and on to evaluating his experiences since he returned to what the symbiont was in a past life with another host. He is happy to be back in medical, though it was never the direction he expected to go.

:: sees another and points it out ::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: settles a little deeper into the water ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Enters cargo bay 1, and opens up one of his personal containers. Several bottles shine and twinkle at him. He removes a number of them, and walks over to the replicator:: Rep: Computer can you give me six blank pieces of card, and a pen please.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: follows her now over-excited son into the cabin so that she can at least get him to set his bag down for a moment and breathe. Her previous two attempts to calm him down have been... unsuccessful... ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Self: Fascinating. :: wonders at the rest of the creature's appearance underneath the waves, its environment and daily habits ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::In a flash of light the requested stationary appears. Illaihr removes the cards, and writes on them "To....Courtesy of Ensign Ilaihr" on each of them and sticks them to the bottles::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: drinks the water, finding herself a little drowsy from the heat ::

:: the boat arrives at the dive site ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: pours a cup of water for herself :: The point of this is to sweat, I think. I'm not sure how it's supposed to be relazing?

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Moves over to the transporter, and checking the list of Personel, beams the bottles down to their respective rooms one by one::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Wright: I am definitely sweating, and somewhat relaxed.

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Smiles, before taking one bottle for himself and putting the container away. Tries to leave, but stops as he sees that the bay is actually in a bit of a mess, and not everything is in the right place.:: Self: Well then.... ::Rolls up sleeves:: This just will not do....

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: as the boat slows, she begins to become slightly nervous, but she attempts to ignore it ::

Time to gear up.

:: begins putting on his dive unit, not really a scuba unit anymore with all the technology, but similar ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Harper: I am also somewhat relaxed and sweating. Would you like a cold towel?

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Begins singing "Somewhere, Beyond The Sea" whilst setting to work at tidying up the cargobay::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Wright: Yes, please... this is starting to feel quite nice.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: puts on her equipment, remembering what she did of a long time ago in a similar experience, but this time she tells herself that it's voluntary ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: hands Harper a cold towel ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Wright: Thanks, Lexy. :: takes the towel and wipes the sweat from her brow ::

T'Kirr: Do you need any help?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: looks over her gear :: I don't believe so.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

Mum, look! The view from my room is fantastic! :: stands on toes to get another view of the area outside of his window ::

:: checks her gear out visually to be sure ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: soothing music begins to play softly in the sauna ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril: I can see that. It is indeed aesthetically pleasing. However, it is time for dinner. Wash your hands and you may help me set the table. :: Taril comes skidding in and grabs the bar of soap sitting by the old-fashioned sink ::

:: hands her a pair of fins ::

<ENG_Ens_Ilaihr>

::Is checking serial numbers, making sure everything goes in the right spot.:: Self: I hope everyone likes the drinks I sent them. Oh damn, I've gotta take a crate of it up to the lounge for everyone else. ::Realises that the crate with the more common vintages, is itself in the wrong place somewhere:: I hope I find it when I finish all of this.....

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Wright: I have to admit that I think I want to get out of here though. It is becoming too much.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: takes the fins, pondering their function :: Ian: Curious, the various means of propulsion developed for different environments. These would never work in a vacuum.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: the hostess knocks on the door and then opens it, steam billowing out as cool air rushes in ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: attaches the fins to her feet and wiggles them around experimentally ::

:: puts on his own fins and walks to the back of the boat, but does it backwards ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: gets up and almost bolts for the door ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Hostess>

I hope you enjoyed the sauna. Please follow me to a cool shower. :: she gestures across the room to two adjacent shower cubicles ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: approaches the stern with Ian, waiting ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Oh thank you. :: dashes into the shower ::

:: puts his regulator in his mouth, holds his mask, and takes a giant stride into the water ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: also heads for the shower, somewhat less urgently ::

:: well, puts on his mask/reg/comm combo I should say, stupid player being rooted in 20th century diving habits ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

:: notices something sitting on the table as he goes to set the dinner plates out :: Mum! There's something in a bottle here... :: is confused by what the stuff in the bottle is ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: follows into the water =P ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: rinses off gratefully ::

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