- , Mission #

"Out of Beta"

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:: watching the fireworks over the harbor, his steak temporarily forgotten ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: sitting on the shore, watching Taril take pictures of the fish. Meanwhile, she's keeping an eye on the rather aesthetically pleasing fireworks ::

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: takes a seat at the bar looking around the restraunt wondering if he is the only atlantis crew member at the establishment:: Bartender: Klingon blood wine short glass please

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: gazes at the fireworks, musing once again as she has been much this day ::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: listens to Krivez's tirade, trying SO hard not to smile. He can see that it's just making the local more and more upset.

:: looks at the scintillating relfections on the water's surface :: Such a primitive, ancient thing, yet still enthralling.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: admires the fireworks through the window:: Self: i have seen fireworks since before the academy

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: As it happens, there is at least one other Star Fleet officer belonging to Atlantis currently favoring the establishment. One could be forgiven for missing him, however. He's wearing his comm badge, but is otherwise out of uniform, dressed in a loose floral style shirt, and having an enthusiastic spin at the dabo wheel. ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: takes a moment to fork her seaweed salad, feeling content ::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

Krivez>

:: continues on :: ... and my insurance rates, if you get killed, it looks VERY bad for me! If you want to die, DO IT ON YOUR OWN TIME, NOT WHILE PAYING FO MY SERVICES! :: violently grabs the parachute away from Tav, thinks about seeing if he can use it to knock some sense into his customer, but then thinks better of it and simply turns and walks away ::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: ends up leaning back against a rock to take in the full view of the fireworks and still keep an eye on the rather adventurous child roaming the beach. ::

:: sips at the scotch, savoring it as the explosions light the sky ::

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: takes the first sip of his drink not expecting the fowl taste:: Bartender: water please, this replicated liquid is terrible

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Furthermore, his luck has just taken a turn for the better. He doesn't have a magic touch or anything, and he's down some credits since stepping in the door, as one gemerally expects, but he's grinning now. ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Dealer: Dabo! I'm pretty sure that's good. Since people always seem to shout it before you give them money.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: waits until Krivez has walked far enough away to not hear him before he lets out a short, quiet laugh. With his parachuting experience, he probably knows more about when to activate the chute than this guy, but how's he going to prove that? Tav shakes his head to himself before spotting what looks to be a small tavern, and starts walking toward it. ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Dealer>

::Shakes his head as he punches a few buttons on his console, transferring the creds to Quinn's account. :: Yeah, yeah. Your adventure of a lifetime continues.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: as the glass of cloudy liquid is sat in fornt of him he reevaluates what he wants to drink:: Bartender: on the other hand how about a beer or an ale??

Self: Ahhhhh. That's good scotch.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: grabs the tall drink that is sat in front of him and tatstes it:: Bartender: finally a fair tasting drink, Ill take another :: Chugs the ale until the glass is empty::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Looks down at a holographic screen that flares to life in front of him as he brings his holographic diagnostic/repair/party trick gauntlet up. He draws a couple of curious gazes, as he usually does when he activates the technically non-regulation device, and grins as he comfirms the transfer. :: Heck of a time to be alive.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Pausing for a spin or two, he excuses himself from the wheel and makes his way to the bar to refill his punch. It's got a shot of something chemically close enough to vodka or gin, or...whatever, he's pretty far from a conniseur. Fun, but relatively harmless. He favors the beer drinker with a chuckle as he signals the barkeep for his order. ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Tyler: Making up for a late start?

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: finally decides she's had enough of being near water :: Taril: Taril, what is your opinion on taking a walk in the town?

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

:: looks up from his picture of a phosphorescent plant :: That sounds great! Can we please visit the pet shop they have? I saw it in the brochure and it looks really cool!

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Quin: Finally able to appreciate a drink, it only took my third attmept :: tasting his second ale looking at the man adressing him accross the bar::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: It's been quite a while since I've done that much swimming.

T'Kirr: Feeling muscles you forgot about?

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: stands to pick up their street clothes from nearby. :: Taril: However, we cannot wander around a town in just swimsuits.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

:: pouts :: But do we have to? There'll be other people in swim suits, probably...

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: walks into the tavern and spots Quinn talking to a human that he doesn't recognize from the crew and walks over to meet them :: Good evening, Lieutenant :: turns and nods to Slade :: Hello.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: perks eyebrow :: Ian: A curious way to say it, but surprisingly accurate.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: sighs and debates with herself the merits of the situation :: Taril: It is inappropriate. If you wish to, you may. I will not. So either way, we must stop so that one of both of us can change.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Grins :: Well, I hear it only gets easier from there! Ah, doctor. Evening. How goes the leave?

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

Okay! :: he starts asking about maybe getting a fish as they walk back towards the town ::

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: his eyes widen as the other man greets the gentleman he was talking to as an officer, immediatly stands up straight:: Quinn&Tav: Goodevening sirs

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

::petrified that the response from the lieutenant was doctor he kept a stance of attention with eyes forward::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: grins back at Quinn :: You have to try their version of skydiving here. It's really fun. They launch you from the ground and you fly several kilometers to the landing point. :: turns back to Slade, grin still on his face :: Hey, relax. We're on shore leave. And as the Chief Medical Officer, I have to admit to not knowing who you are. I'm Doctor Tav. And you? :: puts his hand out ::

:: chuckles :: T'Kirr: I'm feeling it too. Just a sign that we need to swim more.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: but you the nut case that was plumiting towards the surface. :: the blood rushes from his face as he reaches for Tav's hand:: Tav: Im Cadet Dr. Tyler Slade sir your assistant medical officer as of today

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Leans against the bar, nodding his thanks once the bartender brings him his next round, and takes a sip, letting Tav handle the talking down of the....hard to say. Junior something or other, anyway. Truth is, it's hard not to be a little amused by it, given his own trepidation of late what with assuming leadership of a department. ::

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: please excuse my comment sir, i may have had too much to drink :: knowing that he had only just began his second ale::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: a couple of glasses of wine later, she's munching on a piece of bacon :: Lexy: This is what I mean.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: I suppose we could find something on a holodeck.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: reaching for another piece :: Kate: What is what you mean?

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Half succeeds at choking back a laugh, and mercifully attempts to steer the topic back a bit. :: Tav: Actually did a bit of flying myself earlier.

:: dives back into his steak with gusto :: T'Kirr: Yes, and even forgo the need for breathing equipment!

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: laughs uproariously :: Slade: Ah, they finally sent you! Very good. Well, welcome to Atlantis. And your comment is excused. I knew what I was doing, but from a distance it might not have seemed it. I... did... open lower than is usually recommended.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: gestures around her with the bacon :: Lexy: All of this. Good food, good wine.... lots of good wine. People entertaining us. :: smiles :: And good company. The good life!

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: with a shocked expression that he was not being drilled he continued hoping it was still allowed: Tav: a bit low sir? with respect blatant disregard for life is not what i would expect in a chief medical officer of a soverign class star ship. Many peoples lives are in your hands

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: has reached the town and managed to change. Now, she and Taril are deciding what to do next: go to the pet store, or get some dinner at a local eatery ::

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: just my opinion sir :: returning to attention::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: looks to Quinn for a moment out of the corner of his eye and back at Slade, deciding to have some fun and simply stares him down for a second ::

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: realizing that it was not ok to continue with his comment he began to stumble and seek an exit:: Tav & Quinn : if you will excuse me sirs i will take my leave, my apologies if I have offended

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Hides his mouth behind the glass, thankfully largely opaque while filled. He's losing the battle with his grin. :: Obviously I've missed some interesting developments at the Academy since my departure.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: It reallly is pretty great. It still feels somewhat ....indulgent to me, though.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: finally cracks a grin :: Nah, you're fine. Just don

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I apologize for nothing! :: laughs and drinks ::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

Just be careful who you say stuff like that in front of. Now to explain a bit.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: giggles, the various wines they've been served going slightly to her head ::

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: trying to walk away falls over a stool and meets the hard floor with a crash::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Bartender: ...You must brew one hell of a beer on this planet.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: turns to Quinn :: Quinn: So my flight. I decided to open my chute about sixty meters off the ground. :: watches Slade go down :: Quinn: I guess I should stop this. :: turns back to Slade :: Slade: Cadet.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: offers his hand to help Slade up ::

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: takes the Lts hand with aprehension knowing he has just embarassed himself on first contact::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: resumes her salad :: Ian: An agreeable idea. I'm unfamiliar with underwater programs we may have. They could be made quite interesting without the need to breathe.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: thank you sir, my apologies again. I did not intend to be insulting :: uprights him self and cringes at still having to be in the presnce of the CMO and Lt Quinn

T'Kirr: It's only limited by our imagination. Which, after many years traveling through space, I've noticed to be quite a bit more of a limiation than people usually mean when they say that.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: bacons ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Slade: Why not just try sitting for a minute, huh?

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: after a lengthy debate, they agree on visiting the pet store after dinner. Now that they've reached a small restaurant, it's just a matter of deciding what they want to eat :: Taril: What do you wish to eat tonight? I do notice they serve pork goods.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: slightly drunkenly :: Do you have bacon on Risa?

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

::takes the advice and sits on the nearest stool, completely embarassed with what just happened::

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

Do they have hamburgers?

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Not natively, but they replicate it just like everything else alien that the tourists want. It is amazing, they travel so far to come on vacation and eat what they eat at home.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Almost tells Tyler not to sweat it, but quickly figures that's unlikely to do any good, so instead he opts for the topic change once again. :: Where you from Cadet?

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: checks the menu and then sees something similarto the desired item :: Taril: No, but they do have something similar. Do you wish to have one?

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: waits until Slade is back at his most rigid attention ever and lets him sit there a moment before patting a bar stool :: Slade: At ease, Cadet. At ease. We are on shore leave, so we relax. And while I will act as your commanding officer, I assume you are a doctor if you're joining my team. I expect you to use your judgment. And in your judgment, my flight was hazardous.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Quinn: I was raised on a farm in Alabama sir. :: Looking to Tav:: Tav: yes sir i am a doctor and your actions were hazardous, but my comments were out of line. I sincerely apologize.

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

Taril>

:: thinks about it :: Yeah. It looks good.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: Or was it introduced by humans?

<SCI_Ens_TLira>

:: nods and orders the burger and a salad for herself ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: I have noticed this as well. One can also use a holodeck to make an experience far different than reality, however, so far that it's unrecognizeable. For instance, there could be ways to "imagine" your surroundings of an undersea environment that looks nothing like what one would expect. At what point are you no longer swimming in water?

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: doesn't feel like he could possibly grin any bigger, yet he does :: Well, how could you have known that in a past life... literally... I've worked in HALO operations, so that to me that was nothing? I checked the parachute before I flew.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Swirls his punch about a bit in his glass. :: If a bit of perspective helps, I spent most of the day hoverboarding. Started out with a freefall of at least a thousand feet. At least the doctor was WEARING a chute.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: appreciating the attempt of Lt Quinn, but realizing there is no change of subject that can make up for the moment that just occurred::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: But you seem to like it a great deal.

Lexy: I discovered it at the Academy and have not looked back! :: bacons some more ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I discovered it at the Academy and have not looked back! :: bacons some more ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: What other human dishes do you like?

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: hoping to make reperations quickly:: Quinn & Tav : Sirs could i get you both a drink and have another attempt at my first impression

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav & Quinn : being that we are on shore leave and i have to get the adademy attitude out of mind

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: wonders if it would make the situation better or worse to slap his new cadet on the back :: That would be fantastic. What's good here?

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

CMO: the only thing i have liked is the ale, the blood wine and water are terrible

T'Kirr: At that point, you're "swimming" through air, I should think.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Hmmm.... :: takes a drink and pauses, looking over the rim :: Lamb vindaloo.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Shrugs :: Slade>

Sure. But I'm feeling indulgent tonght. How about a Razkelian Fizz?

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

Slade: Blood wine? Wow, and you accuse me of taking my life in my hands? :: grins bigger ::

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: I've actually never tried that.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: Laughs at Tav's comment while waving over the bartender and ordering the drinks:: Bartender: Razkelian Fizz, and two ales please

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: Does the replicator do it very well?

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

CMO: i aquired a taste for blood wine, my lab partner in medical was klingon so we toasted "Kaplah" to honor the night before exams. It was difficult at first but you get through it

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: Oh it is delicious, and spicy! The replicator makes it quite passably. Also, I do like your curries.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Looks to Tav :: Tav: So what's the angle and rate of acceleration? Must be a long climb, right?

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: How do you feel about... German chocolate cake?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: finishes her salad and gazes out onto the dark ocean ::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: :: deadpans :: I have many feelings about German chocolate cake.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: Would you care to SHARE any of them?

T'Kirr: What I meant though, is that reality is usually far more spectacular than anything we imagine. With all of the awesome sights we've taken in...

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav & Quinn: now that you know where I am from, where are the both of you from sirs?

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Lexy: I am thinking the closest word is probably lust. If there is such cake, I must have it.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

Quinn: It's an amazing ride. The acceleration is slower than you would think, so that you only pull about 3 Gs before you reach the end of the rail. From there, it's all flying across the ground. Until you open your chute. Usually at at least 300 meters off the ground. :: grins slyly at Slade ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: ...many times, our imagination cannot compare.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

Kate: :: nods solemnly :: I feel the same way about German chocolate cake.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

Quinn: I opted for the flight to 5,000 meters. Any higher and I would have needed supplemental oxygen.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: you missed the chute barrier by 200 meters atleast sir

:: has gotten used to her finishing his sentences that trail off :: T'Kirr: Exactly.

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: spies a plate of chocolate candies and grabs two, offering her one, her arm wavering jussssst a little from the wine ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Takes his first sip of the Fizz, immediately recollecting a number of happy outings in his own Academy days. It's a bit like a root beer float, but it has a wider variety of citrus-y flavors, unlocked in succession after it hits the tongue. :: Shane: You've signed on to the first slipstream capable ship in the fleet, Cadet. Breaking barriers is an Atlantis hobby.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: ggigles for no reason and takes a candy ::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: smiles at Slade's observation :: Slade: Yes. But I did know what I was doing, and the dangers involved. As I said, in a past life, I had to run a couple HALO parachute operations.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Shane: But to answer your question, I grew up on the Vesta colony. Heck of a place, if you've never been.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: a past life sir? :: looks at tav perplexed::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

Slade: Past life. You know, previous hosts..

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Helpfully points at the spots running down the side of Tav's neck. ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: gazes at Ian :: I suppose our best option would be to continue exploring, then.

T'Kirr: Always. Buuuut, the holodeck is good for a swim now and then.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: YOUR A TRILL?? :: he notices he spoke to loudly, but relishes in the surprise of meeting his first joined trill host::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: pops the chocolate into her mouth :: Mmmmmmmgggg

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: can't help but laugh at Slade's ouburst :: Slade: Joined and everything.

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: does the same :: Mmmmuhhmm... bacon and chocolate is an interesting combination of flavors.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: thats amazing, may I ask how old Tav is? :: lnowing from his research hat the sirname is the trill name and the firstname is the hosts name::

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: follows the chocolate with a drink of wine, then finishes the piece of bacon ::: Mmmmmmhmmmm.

T'Kirr: And if you care to swim in an upside-down crater on Vulcan, you can.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Chuckles as he rises from his seat. :: Slade: Well, you Earthers have a saying, as I recall. About third wheels. I'll leave you to it, and see if I can't keep the luck going out there. Thanks for the drink!

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: perks eyebrow at Ian ::

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Both: See you in sickbay one of these days. I'm sure I'll soon be reminded of some physical I somehow overlooked.

T'Kirr: Holodeck.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: Yes, I gathered that.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: Stands up in respect:: Quinn: a pleasure to meat you sir

T'Kirr: Imagination. Absurdity. These two sometimes collide.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Slade: Oh, it's been a hoot.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

Ian: Unfortunately, the clear reminder that it is simulated, with safety systems online, makes the experience...less.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

Okay, dabo. Let's do this.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Quinn: good luck sir

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: licks the chocolate off her fingers :: That will do in place of said cake, at least for now.

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: makes a mental note that it IS time for Quinn's next physical and then turns to Slade :: Tav is 147 years old, in Earth years.

T'Kirr: True. But getting shot down, even in a simulated dogfight, still startles you, then makes you mad. You here being rhetorical.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

:: Gasps and stares wide eyed at his CMO:: Tav: thats amazing, so you have been joined 10? Times sir?

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

Slade: Nah, only five. Most of my hosts had nice, long, natural lives.

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: i should have guessed lower with my first observation of your life style, if you dont mind me saying sir:

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: laughs loudly, this time loudly enough that a LOT of people in the bar glance his way :: Slade: In present company, I don't mind. Just keep it down when we get back aboard Atlantis. Don't want people thinking you're being insubordinate. That could go very badly for you.

<CEO_Lt_Quinn>

:: Makes his way back to the wheel. :: Dealer: Okay, feeling pretty good here! Put me down for forty, on double over!

<MED_Cadet_TylerSlade>

Tav: Absolutley sir, my apologies. That was bold of me to say :: sits up straight and thinks about how stupid his comment was to his new CMO::

<CMO_Lt_Tav>

:: laughs at the Cadet's sudden knee-jerk return to attention ::

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