"Ah Mr. White im glad that we can finally sit down and get to know one another well actually its an opportunity for us all to get to know one another"
Unnerved Mark continues
"Well er.. yes, I do, perhaps you have been on some memorable camping trips, perhaps you could regail us with some tales!"
"Shall I get us some drinks, what would you like admirals?"
(Edited by Mark White at 11:11 pm on April 17, 2004)
"Oh dear...I've realized something. With a transfer also comes physicals...:( Not my most favorite thing in the world, I must admit. Mr. Sullivan, would you require me to have one? I'd wish to procrastinate as much as possible...I can't say I like doctors much."
"Well had i known this was going to be a Self Service facility I would have taken us to the Pub at least then I think we would have recieved some sort of service..."
OFF: Mr. Izzard that is a que for you to jump in anytime...
"Not wishing to offend, but i'll stick to my synthahol ale, i'm on duty tomorrow morning. I would like the mushroom ravioli please."
"All right ill be right back with your meals ladys and gentlemen, so plese injoy the music while you wait and feel free to make requests to the band."
*Izzard vanishes behind the bar into the kitchen while a jazz band starts to play some very relaxing music.*
*After 15 minutes izzard appears with several waiters holding a large number of plates, glasses and side orders.The correct meals are placed in front of the correct customer and the drinks follow after.*
"I am sorry for the delay with your order but I dont allow replicated food to be made in my resturant, i think it take away from the flavour, after all half the fun of food is making it.Now will there be any thing else this evening?."
OFF: I changed your password, check Mr. Net's messenger to see it. Hopefully that will work, if it doesn't, then contact Mr. Sullivan.
*Parker continues to eat the fresh salad with a smile.*
"Admiral, How long have you served on this base?"
*Izzard clicks his fingures and a waiter appears with a cup of tea.*
"Here you are Mr.Sullivan now if you will excuse me i must attend to my other customers."
*Quickly drinks his tea*
"well if thats all then with your permission admirals, I will be returning to the science labs"
Mark sits down and awaits Alan Izzard, and his distinguished guests
(Edited by Mark White at 10:49 pm on April 16, 2004)
"Oh, I believe I know you two quite well. Although yes, this might be an opportunity for you to know me. Please, feel free to ask."
"No, I try to think of my childhood as little as possible. Perhaps you gentlemen wouldn't mind telling me about your own. where you grew up and such..."
"Ah Well I am sure I do but I am not so sure I am ready to share such personal stories..."
*Mark returns with a root beer and an ale*
"Yes a mr Izzard is in charge"
*Returns with the menus*
"I see they offer a lot of choice, I don't usually try non-earth cusine though"
*Smiles up to Izzard*
"Mr. Izzard, it's a pleasure. I believe I'll have an oriental chicken salad with the sesame on the side, if you please."
"Ah Mr. Izzard so glad that you could finally show up at our table
, I would like to have the Chicken Strip Dinner with French Fries with a huge side of country gravy oh and for a beverage I would like an Earth Dr. Pepper"
OFF:Im posting as my other character becasue i cant login as Izzard, my password is not working and i have tried every thing.help.
"Yes please, a cup of tea, milk and one sugar please, then I really must be off I have more xenobiology reports to write"
OFF;perhaps you should use moderation powers to delete those Net posts
OFF: We're still here, right?
"Mr. Sullivan, perhaps you'll tell me where you grew up?"
*Admiral Parker arrives with Admiral Sullivan. They both take a seat and extends her hand to greet White*
"Mr. White, XO of science department. I'm Vice Admiral Parker. It's a pleasure."
*Laughs*
"Of course you do Admiral Parker, I must admit I have never met a betazoid before"
"Sullivan, I'm sure you have stories of your childhood. Care to share any of them?"
"Fair enough. Shall we order now? What does this restaurant serve? I sense both you gentlemen are quite hungry...Oh, a light ale would be nice."
"Ah im afraid you will Ms. Parker... And Probably as soon as possible.."
*Parker nods with a slight smile*
"Lovely..."
"Ah well I do enjoy some Vulcan food myself but I tend to keep to Earth foods aswell"
"Is there any thing else i can get for you, some drinks or starters."
*Izzard waits with his old style pencil and paper padd given to him by an old friend.*
"Ah its absolutely wonderful, thank you so much Mr. Izzard. Its hard to believe that just a couple of years ago there was no base here isn't it... And now its one of the more lively parts of the quadrant"
Off: That worked.
"Well, will there be anything furture.
He shakes her hand, smiling he says,
"The pleasure is all mine Admiral"
"Well, I'm sure Sullivan here can teach you a few methods of having control over your thoughts.
I do hope you're comfortable sharing your thoughts. You like camping too? I've not met many who enjoy the outdoors as I do; most cannot survive without their commodities."
"Well I grew up in England, Liverpool, but I wanted to be at the forefront of starfleet science so I worked my way up, I have served on the USS Interceptor, and the USS Farragut"
"Ah I think ill just have a root beer"
"Do not worry Admiral, Dr Law is a most excellent physician, I recently had my physical, but the stony faced Dr Xachle can be a bit too serious"
*Sensing her unease, White changes the subject*
"I shall go and get us some menus"
OFF; Sorry i have been busy over on the lancelot and lost track of my other dutys, it wont happen again.
*Izzard walks from behind the bar while a cloud of steam floods out after him.He walks over to one of his busty tables holding several glasses.*
"There we are gentlemen its just some andorian cider on the house of course for keeping you waiting.Now what can i can i get for you."
"Yes, soup of the day please, and another ale"
*Parker looks over every bit of the salad, unsuccessful in finding even one bad leaf. Stabbing a portion of the salad with her fork, it's popped in her mouth and she savors the tangy flavor. She smiles up to Mr. Izzard*
"Mr. Izzard, seems you've done your homework when it comes to running a restaurant. The food is quite laudable, not to mention the 'spiffy' jazz band. I'm sure I'll make eating here habitual."
OFF: lol nope Net hasnt got any messages in the inbox.