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Post by jonlove on Feb 3, 2007 12:49:06 GMT -5
::After his hefty meal and a brief walk through the ship Jon enters his quarters and goes over to his desk to record a Log.::
Personal log of Crewman Jon Love::
Begin transmission::
What a day today............I broke up no less then 3 fights and even had to temporarily incarcerate a crewman. ::chuckles:: You have to love the weekends, never a dull moment. Things are going very well for me, I seem to gotten myself into a rhythm and a set routine. I am very much looking forward to my day off tomorrow and to celebrate I am going out for the long haul tonight. ::chuckles:: The only problem I will have is deciding what to drink. I have a fresh uniform and pair of boots all ready, I plan to impress.......::grins:: A steady girl would be kinda nice. Well gotta go.... ta ta.
End transmission::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 5, 2007 17:56:04 GMT -5
::Jon returns to his room after a small snack and a small talk with the XO of the Crusader. He goes about straightening his room out and when he is finished he polishes both pair of his boots. He then gets a uniform ready for tomorrow. Upon finishing all his tasks he gets changed into a sweat suit and proceeds to the gym for a mega buster workout.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 5, 2007 18:04:52 GMT -5
::After his light dinner and workout, Jon enters his quarters and immediately strips out of his workout clothes. He heads to the shower area and sets the water to the coldest setting. he then steps in and lets the cold water pour over him. After 10 minutes like that Jon exits the shower and dries off. He then puts on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He really wanted to get some studying in on the basic of the Romulan language but decides to lay down on his bunk instead. After a few minutes Jon dozes off........::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 5, 2007 18:10:38 GMT -5
::Jon wakes up 4 hours later, in what was supposed to be a brief nap. He lays on his bunk for a second, groggy and not knowing where he is. When he gets his wits about him he gets out of his bunk and goes to splash some water on his face. With that done he decides to head to the mess hall for a light sandwich and maybe a yogurt. He makes sure his quarters are secured and then makes his way slowly to the dining facility on the Crusader.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 5, 2007 18:23:04 GMT -5
::Jon once again enters his quarters and decides to record a log at his desk.::
Personal Log of Crewman Jon Love::
Begin transmission::
::Light music playing in the background.:: I am enjoying my stay very much on the Crusader. She has the finest crew and the most state of the art technology. If I had to choose,::chuckles:: I would have to say the mess hall is my favorite spot on the ship. You can get anything your heart desires. I am going to be trying Klingon and Romulan cuisine next, to sample first hand the foods of other races. I am enjoying my day off thus far, but I agreed to do a light shift later in the evening. I recorded a message earlier in the day to my mother, I hope she is doing alright. Well I better get going, don't want to be late for my duty shift....... Ciao.
End Transmission::
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Post by Cdr Teshurr on Feb 18, 2007 18:39:30 GMT -5
After a long day on his shift, Teshurr heads back to his quarters. As he passed by the Captain's Quarters he think he will stop by and have a talk with her, but doesn't. Once he enter his quarters, he walks to his bedroom and strips down and heads right for the shower. As the icy cold water hits his body, he feel a great calm runs through his body. he can't help but think about Candela. Once done with his shower and drying off, he places a white robe on and walks to the living room..
Computer...Jazz...Old Earth...Millie Daves
With the music fulling the room ...he walks over to get a large ice water from the replicator and sit...
Computer....turns lites lower and drop the temp...5 more degree.
As he sits back...he closes his eyes and listen to the music and thinking about the Captain
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Post by jonlove on Feb 18, 2007 22:39:26 GMT -5
::Jon enters his quarters after a brutal away mission. He then strips out of his uniform and takes a hot shower. After 15 minutes he then puts on a fresh uniform and a newly shined pair of boots. He squares away his quarters and then decides to head out for some chow.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 18, 2007 22:50:48 GMT -5
::After a nice stroll along the ship and a decent meal in his belly, Jon enters his quarters once again. He lays on his bunk determined to get a little cat nap, but after trying for a half an hour he gets up again. He looks around his room for something to do, but decides to head out to the lounge for a few drinks instead. He secures his quarters and heads out in search of a good time.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 18, 2007 23:07:04 GMT -5
::Jon enters his quarters for the night and without even taking his boots and uniform off he crashes out on his bunk. As soon as his tried head hits the pillow he falls into a deep and restful sleep. He dreams of many things this early morning, but it will be doubtful that he will remember any of it upon waking.::
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Post by ozmunde on Feb 19, 2007 12:11:10 GMT -5
/\= Chief Engineer's Log Personal=/\
:: enters his quaters first checking the corridor to see if he is being followed or watched ::
computer ... open personal log .... have captured the captain of the pirate ship ... it would seem this person is a duplicate of our captain ... an evil opposite I suppose. I no longer believe fully that the spy is on this vessel. The information that the pirates have received is far too detailed to have come from a line unit like our ship. The type of information is on a much higher level of .... some one at the level of fleet operations ... some one who has access to much more information with greater detail ... I believe the spy ... or spies are operating from Star Base 140
:: takes his side arm and removes the bullets and begins to clean it ::
I am not sure who it is .... I have my suspicions ... I do not trust the Ferengi Barkeeper ... but he is too obvious ... he also does not have the access to Star Fleet data at the level he would need ... no ... no .. he is not the one ... he may be involved .. .. might be a conduit to the pirates ... but he is not the spy ... I believe it to be someone in the Admiral's office ... someone in Fleet Operations
::: cleaning his pistol he puts it away ::
Yes ... Yes ... it has to be one of the Star Base personal in the Fleet Operations .... I have to think to whom I can talk with ... this is important
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Post by ozmunde on Feb 19, 2007 13:15:22 GMT -5
:: walks into the ship's gym ::
:: takes a fencing sabre from the rack ::
I just love this sport ... a shame only the Klingons still practice it as a serious sport
:: moves through a series of practice strokes ::
ah ... ha ... stroke one :: lunges ::
touche' :: makes a reposte ::
Thrust :: lunges ... lunges .... left foot leading ::
Thrust :: lunges ... lunges ... right foot leading :::
slash :: slashes down ward ::
:: makes a series of moves ... lunge ... parry ... lunge ... slash ... parry ... parry ... retreat ... slash ... lunge ::
getting rusty .... I will have to do this more often
::lunge ...lunge .... right foot lunge ::
must be getting old ... not as fast as I was :: makes a quick seriers of moves ... slash ... slash righ ... retreat ... attack ... ::
:: sweating and breathing heavily he rests a moment ::
yes ... yes ... you are getting older ... it begins to show ... like your father .... slowing down
:: wipes the sweat from his face with a towel ::
:: panting ::: well ... at least I can still catch a female Orion pirate :: chuckles to himself ::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 19, 2007 20:35:20 GMT -5
::Jon wakes up much later then he expected. He takes off the boots and uniform he fell asleep in and takes a hot shower, providing there is hot water today. He stands in the shower awhile letting the water revive him fully. When he is finished dries off and puts on a clean Crusader sweat suit and a pair of running shoes. He puts his dirty clothes in his laundry bag at the end of his bunk and heads out for some chow.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 19, 2007 21:03:37 GMT -5
::After his quarters are in some kind of decent order he decides to record a personal log::
Personal Log of Crewman Jon Love::
Begin Transmission::
::light music playing in the background:: It is good to be alive ::chuckles:: I thought for sure I was going to be a goner on that pirate ship. Everything tastes better, my zest for life has really improved...... it is funny what a near death experience will do for ones psyche. Anyway I am finding it hard to get back into my diet, cheeseburgers and ice cream suits me just fine. ::chuckles:: I am sitting in my quarters with nothing to do, my duty shift doesn't start for another 12 hours. I think I will catch up on some reading............anyways ta ta for now.
End Transmission::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 19, 2007 21:08:23 GMT -5
::After recording his log and recording a message home to his mother, Jon decides to waste some time brushing up on his Klingon. He has the Klingon dictionary and most commonly used phrases in his personal Datapadd which he now uses for his studies. he goes over the basics, like How are you, what's your name, yes, no, days of the week, months of the year and names of noteworthy Klingon figures in history. After a couple of hours Jon decides he has had enough and starts getting a pair of boots and a fresh uniform ready for tonight.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 19, 2007 21:25:27 GMT -5
::Crewman Jon love returns to his quarters after lifting a few glasses from the crew's mess hall. He then heads to his wall locker and pulls out that bottle of Jameson's he has been hiding. He opens it up and pours a healthy serving in one of the glasses. He takes a moment and reflects on how fortunate he has been and then drains the glass in one deep swig. He proceeds to pour another glass and polishes it off in much the same manner. He will pour one more and then put the bottle away because he doesn't want to show up on duty inebriated.::
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