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Jean: If I remember anything from school, it's world geography and how it affects the weather. *He shivers.* Jean: Horrible teacher. Anyway, typically, an oceanic world, like the one we're on, have a habit of spawning gigantic, tropical storms. So bad that it is theorized that any form of sentient life trying to live on…
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*Jackson rolls his eyes at Amelei.* Jackson: I get why one of us has to be there, but why both? *** *Alex yawns, his arm laying casually across Tala's chest.* Alex: Morning.... Afternoon? Evening? I don't know anymore, I just know it's good.
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Jean: True. Mara: Alright. Jean: A? Did the translator get the full language? A?: It should. If something didn't get get, then it's probably slang. Jean: Alright. Call you later. A?: See ya! *Jean closes the comm and walks out the door. Mara shrugs and follows.*
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OOC: Eh, it'd be ture... if they didn't have months! Of constantly running, and rerunning the information. There would be no error, because most of the process is done by machine, anyway. They would have had everything checked.
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OoC: They're scientists... not people that let their job go done half-assedly. And did I mention months? They would have run everything in that data.
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OOC: Jackson and Amelei have been scanning that information for months in any way imaginable. You think they wouldn't have found it?
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*Jackson rolls over on her bed... then off it, landing with a thump.* Jackson: Awww.... I hate Admirals... *He groans.* *** *Kuntel follows her happily, as the pirate outfit has been removed.*
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*Jackson looks around Amelei's room, particularly for stuffed animals.*
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Jackson: It was a joke, Lei. *He kisses her, and let's her check the commbadge.*
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Kuntel: Looking at your beauty? Yep! *He nuzzles next to her, his coat ruffling.* *** Jacksn: Might be... might just be solicitors. *He smiles at her, and untangles reluctantly.*
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Jackson: Want to untangle and find out? Or leave it to go to message? *** Kuntel: Yarr harr harr! And it be lookin' mighty fine while doin' it! *He wraps an arm around her, smiling... and showing off the gold tooth he added for effect.*
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Kuntel:... *He's suddenly at her side... wearing a long coat and a pirate hat.* Kuntel: Yarr! Where be my bootie! *** *Jackson groans as the commbadge starts going off.* Jackson: Lei? Is that yours or mine?
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Kuntel: Not staff! *He keeps walking.*
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*Kuntel shakes his head, then yells after Krys.* Kuntel: If you need me, I'll be in the holodeck! I need a few quiet moments with a piano! And a possible bottle of gin!
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Kuntel: Finally! I almost broke out the tuner to get this idiot straight! *He rubs his ears.*
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*Smiles and hums Chopin's Funeral March loudly and in key.*
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Kuntel: Really? I find them particularly depressing. Especially the remakes version. *He shivers.* Kuntel: They reminded me of the mute monks that would beat the new initiates back in Tibet.
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Kuntel: You make time! I mean, seriously, there was a civil f*cking war going on when I proposed to Krys! I made time! *He crosses his arms.*
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Kuntel: So? You've had her pregnant for the last few months, why the hell didn't you propose sooner? *He shakes his head.* Kuntel: I mean, it's a little... low-class.
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*Looks him up and down.* Kuntel: You proposed?
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Kuntel: Krys? Did you pass out again? Are you having a mental contraction? *He tilts his head.*
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OOC: And then God, from the center of the universe, said "Stop that wedding! And bring me a f*cking STARSHIP KIRK!!!"
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*Kuntel takes a breath.* Kuntel: Some weird Demon King/Super Villain/Anti-hero named Death -something-or-rather is trying to get a hold of whatever sent Ezri through to here.
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Kuntel: Oh, by the way, some weird Demon King/Super Villain/Anti-hero named Death -something-or-rather is trying to get a hold of whatever sent Ezri through to here.
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Kuntel: Hopefully. *He smiles, then swings her 'round a bit.* Kuntel: Hmm... I love you.
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Kuntel: Well, cher, you did give me a bit of a scare, earlier. *He rolls his eyes.*
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Kuntel: Awww. *He frowns, then wraps her in a hug.*
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*Kuntel walks back into Sickbay.* Kuntel: Hi cher! Anymore contractions?
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Kuntel: But...!
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*The truck is immediately portaled into the sun.* Kuntel: Bomb taken care off, and all the citizens have been distributed among the colonies, and my parents are in hiding. Good. Now if the TRIBBLE wants to go after something I love, he has to come after Krys. At which point, he will be utterly f*cked.