Bobius411: ::Justane is missing::
Bobius411: ::In his quarters, presumably, no one has seen him leave::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::sits in her wheel chair, with various tubes running into and out of veins, looking fucking exhausted::
Bobius411: ::He's in the lavatory of his quarters, having showered, he's shaving with a shard of glass from the mirror he's decided to break::
Bobius411: ::With his bare hand, btw.::
geORGeypORGeYasa: ::is sitting in some random corridor, making fire balls with a lighter::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::waits, silently, somewhat patiently, for the others to arrive, with several data padds in front of her:: *Where are they? The CJCoS and SoS are due to arrive in...under an hour.*
Bobius411: ::Skri-i-itch... skri-i-itch::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::reviews another pad of data and nods:: Alright, where are you all?
BossManAlfa ASA: ::sighs:: ::motions for a guard:: Go find the rest of my Comrati. and tell them I'm waiting, and none too patiently, for them to grace me with their presence.
BossManAlfa ASA: :::the guards quickly take up the search, locating, and going to each individual::: "Her Majesty, JhedalKunk Atlanta requests your esteemed presence. We are to tell you that she is "waiting, and none too patiently, for
BossManAlfa ASA: [you] to grace her with your presence..." our...apologies for interrupting.
Bobius411: ::Back to the gaurd who enters his quarters, still shaving::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::gaurds look upset to have disrupted an individual shaving with a mirror or the man playing with fire balls:::
Bobius411: ::Puts down the shard of glass and reaches for his mask:: Got it...
geORGeypORGeYasa: ::after getting message goes to greet his majesty::
BossManAlfa ASA: Guard: Thank you sir. ::quickly depart, still uncomfortable around the assasin::
Bobius411: ::Strolls into her room, looking through his mask::
geORGeypORGeYasa: Good Day my leige.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::the room is sauna warm, and atlanta is still shivering:: ahh, so glad you could make it. please, we don't have much time. They're due here in an hour...
LtCJoeASA: (So sorry, can't stick around.)
BossManAlfa ASA: :::arches an eyebrow at Gabe:: your liege?
Bobius411: ::Shrugs, sidesteps and leans against the wall by the door::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((ha! welcome punks! someone im them the background I wrote up before the sim began))
Bobius411: ((::Points to gabe:: ))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((yar, gabe, bob, sim. I'll update them both))
Bobius411: ::Has his staff with him, his armor was given a decent scrub last night::
geORGeypORGeYasa: ::laughs:: It seemed appropriate.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::confused:: umm right...
Bobius411: ::Silent observation::
geORGeypORGeYasa: ::sighs::
LtCJoeASA: ::for lack of a better entrance, Matt shows up::
Bobius411: ::Looks to Matt behind that creepy mask and his messy black hair::
BossManAlfa ASA: Alright, now we're just waiting on Rico, and we can actually get moving...
LtCJoeASA: Aloha, seņors.
LtCJoeASA: Como esta "up"?
BossManAlfa ASA: hey Matt, please, sit down, be comfortable, we've got a lot to discusss....
Bobius411: Hey.
AmbKoshASG: ::Arrives, as if on cue::
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt smirks, and takes a seat, no da::
Bobius411: ::Further silence::
BossManAlfa ASA: Ha! Speak of the devil himself. Well, please, I'd like to get started...
LtCJoeASA: Devil? ::shifts his eyes:: Where? ::a smirk escapes his lips for a moment::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::shivers slightly, as if to counter her deliberate gaiety::
geORGeypORGeYasa: ((i gotta run guys...got homework, sorryu
geORGeypORGeYasa: ))
Bobius411: ((Damn parental oppression... I must leave cause I have to wake up at 5 tommorrow... drivers ed.))
Bobius411: ((Sorry.))
LtCJoeASA: (O.O)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((be well))
LtCJoeASA: (We just flip-flopped simmers.)
AmbKoshASG: ::Puts his hands on his hips::
BossManAlfa ASA: ((I attempt not to comment. on that flip flop))
LtCJoeASA: So, when these big bad politicians coming, eh?
BossManAlfa ASA: ::Glances at her intended:: Rico?
BossManAlfa ASA: Soon, in under an hour in fact, so we've got a lot of ground to cover.
LtCJoeASA: Right. Like...what're we gonna shove in their faces?
AmbKoshASG: Hi... ::Smiles, looking thoroughly disheveled::
LtCJoeASA: And by shove, I mean present in an orderly, "respectful" fashion, of course. ::another snicker from Matt::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::Smiles:: Exactly Joe.....::slowly takes in Rico's appearance, does a magnificent job of not commenting beyond a trully warm smile:::
BossManAlfa ASA: Oh no. We're gonna shove a few things in their faces.
LtCJoeASA: (How many kicks does it take to get a character name right?)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((eeeek!))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((so sorry. having braindead mellenium))
LtCJoeASA: Ooh, goody. I love shoving things in people's faces.
LtCJoeASA: It's so...stress relieving.
LtCJoeASA: (::prod?::-)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((i am an issue, pardon me and issues with thinking atm))
BossManAlfa ASA: Alright, so ::carefully sorts through data padds until she has the right one::
AmbKoshASG: ::Scratches the back of his head::
LtCJoeASA: ::shifting in his not-so-comfortable comfortable seat, Matt looks to the both of them:: What're we gonna shove?
BossManAlfa ASA: well I'd really like to expose them to as many gay warriors as I can.
LtCJoeASA: Oh, don't.
BossManAlfa ASA: but that's an old grudge I have.
BossManAlfa ASA: why not, Matt?
LtCJoeASA: You might not be able to salvage their brain juices afterwards.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::cackles::
BossManAlfa ASA: Ooooh, please. we simply must.
LtCJoeASA: Maybe another time, when, like, war isn't imminent?
BossManAlfa ASA: I aim to display a dizzying amount of technology at them. to make sure they understand how disasterous it would be for the United States to even think of being hostile at our empire.
LtCJoeASA: Ooh, that I can do.
LtCJoeASA: I take it you want to hide our little secret swords.
BossManAlfa ASA: We'll start with a full body scan, checking for weapons, recording devices, and such.
BossManAlfa ASA: no, lets wear our swords, I don't want them to have an even decent grasp of the Empire.
LtCJoeASA: Confusion tactics?
BossManAlfa ASA: ::nods::
LtCJoeASA: Don't work it too well.
LtCJoeASA: You might confuse yourself.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::chuckles:: Yes, but I'm used to it.
LtCJoeASA: Oh, but are you?
LtCJoeASA: ::smirks::
AmbKoshASG: ::Sits down with a sigh, prideful of his ignorance of politics::
BossManAlfa ASA: ::shruggs::
LtCJoeASA: Rico, you haven't had much to say.
AmbKoshASG: I don't have anything to say. Not my scene.
LtCJoeASA: Well, then...um. yeah. ::Matt smiles and turns back to Atlanta:: So what do we do after we confuse the living fuck out of them?
BossManAlfa ASA: ::nods:: well, then we dazzle them with more technology. Because I like technology. And we have it, and they don't.
LtCJoeASA: But what's our stance?
LtCJoeASA: You know...with like, words.
LtCJoeASA: As much as I love the big flashy shiny blow the shit out of your pants stuff...
BossManAlfa ASA: We make them apologize for invading our territory with their silly little soldiers.
AmbKoshASG: I think camouflage is just so flattering.
LtCJoeASA: Apologies are nothing.
LtCJoeASA: I know this...don't you think I've had to apologize many times over all my life/
LtCJoeASA: *?
BossManAlfa ASA: ::chuckles:: please, tell them that.
LtCJoeASA: It won't mean a thing to 'em.
BossManAlfa ASA: no. We make the United States of America apologize to a bunch of teenagers and one 20-something year old.
BossManAlfa ASA: that will mean something.
LtCJoeASA: Publicly, on a national broadcast, I'd hope.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::snickers:: the real issue is whether we will use the vast technological superiority of the Empire to control and affect human politics and policies.
LtCJoeASA: Why would we?
BossManAlfa ASA: ::nods::
BossManAlfa ASA: Because we could make them do things about terrible crimes like genital mutilation of girls in africa, like world hunger, like hate crimes....
BossManAlfa ASA: like nuclear dearmament.
LtCJoeASA: By flexing our muscle?
AmbKoshASG: ::Clears his throat:: Moral Objectivism-Relativism.
LtCJoeASA: YOu know that won't sit well.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::blinks:: wha-huh? Rico, explain, please.
AmbKoshASG: Moral Objectivism is when you believe there is a higher moral code that transcends culture and situation, whereas Moral Relativism is when you believe that morality varies from culture to culture and group to group and should not be
AmbKoshASG: interfered with by parties outside that group.
BossManAlfa ASA: exactly. That's the issue.
LtCJoeASA: I don't like this whole "interfering in other affairs"
LtCJoeASA: We've got enough on our plate.
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt points to the skies:: There's them, for starters.
BossManAlfa ASA: The Atlantien Empire has, in the past, allowed foriegn governments to keep their own policies where it does not effect the Atlantien Empire.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::misses matt's reference:: huh?
LtCJoeASA: You know, all those other settlements we haven't "woken up" yet, or have yet to discover.
BossManAlfa ASA: ahh, yes. well that's the next topic.
LtCJoeASA: I think we're better off leaving things alone and trying to establish our own domain before fucking with theirs...or our former..or...whatever you wanna call it.
BossManAlfa ASA: so, for the moment, the Empire's stance is to leave the USA and other human governments alone.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::looks about to see if anyone argues::
LtCJoeASA: That's what I'm saying.
BossManAlfa ASA: Rico?
AmbKoshASG: Whatever. Those guys are assholes.
LtCJoeASA: ::shrugs:: More reason to leave 'em along.
LtCJoeASA: alone, too.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::nods::
AmbKoshASG: My country used to be the second richest in the world... If we'd had a better government we'd be right up there with the U.S.
BossManAlfa ASA: ::nods::
AmbKoshASG: ::Sits back:: This is such a stressful life.
LtCJoeASA: Well then, all we have to do is wait on those jackasses.
BossManAlfa ASA: Indeed, Rico?
AmbKoshASG: I suppose that was sort of redundant to say.
BossManAlfa ASA: Well, no. I haven't seen much of my intended of late, except for you occasional report fromt he archives. I was wondering how your new life was treating you?
LtCJoeASA: ::Matt sits out on this little conversation and stares off into space::
BossManAlfa ASA: Also the other issue on our table is our next mission.
BossManAlfa ASA: I am going to hog wrestle with these two big wigs to get access to one piece of technology they have access to that at this colony we do not.
BossManAlfa ASA: ((Rico, recall how used to go from B5 to ST and so forth?))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((*Snicker* here we start....))
AmbKoshASG: (( I've got to go! :-( ))
BossManAlfa ASA: That device is called a Stargate.
LtCJoeASA: (ohno, not the crossoveringness!)
LtCJoeASA: (...you did not just pull an SG-1)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((bwhaha! that's what the Atlantien Sim is alllllll about))
LtCJoeASA: (/me faints)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((I fucking pulled an SG-1))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((next will be Babylon5, maybe...))
LtCJoeASA: (brb, switching comps)
AmbKoshASG: (( Byebye ))
BossManAlfa ASA: ((toodles....))
LtCJoeASA: (I assume we're...kinda...done)
BossManAlfa ASA: ((yar))
BossManAlfa ASA: ~~~~~~
LtCJoeASA: wheee
BossManAlfa ASA: I'm gonna handle the actual reception of the JCOS/SoS in a post
BossManAlfa ASA: as otherwise it's too many NPCs and such for me to handle smoothly.
BossManAlfa ASA: then well...we'll get ready to go through the gate :P
BossManAlfa ASA: :::cackles::
BossManAlfa ASA: Rico can hit on various marines...I can hit on Sam Carter ::snicker:: and umm, so can everyone else?
BossManAlfa ASA: no seriously.
LtCJoeASA: funski.
BossManAlfa ASA: we'll be planet hopping for a bit using their stargate, till we grab one of our own from somewhere....
LtCJoeASA: I'm up for that.
BossManAlfa ASA: kewl. we'll all hit on Sam Carter.
LtCJoeASA: sweet.
BossManAlfa ASA: hehe. blister in the sun
BossManAlfa ASA: dammmmn I haven't heard this song for a while.
LtCJoeASA: heh
BossManAlfa ASA: well, I gotta run and call me girl...and stuff.
LtCJoeASA: later