[ensign edwards]

Everything was ready. The bar had been polished to a lustrous shine. Snacks were laid out. Drinks (some fuzzy, others dead, others hot) were poured. Flatscreens stood ready to show all the events, ceremonies, and highlights. Everything was ready for the games, for the celebration of unity, brotherhood, and the human spirit--all things treasured by true Trekkies.

It had everything a good sports bar needed, but it was not quite your ordinary sports bar. Where team banners and memorabilia should have been, there were instead mementos of captains past. There was a small stage with a familiar trombone, and a massive death ray lurked in one day corner.

Nor was all meant to celebrate the impending Olympics. Ensign Edwards had taken the time to include treats from his homeland, the host nation. In addition to the usual fare, the bar was offering Canadian delicacies such as poutine, Newfoundland cod and chips, beaver tails, and a vast array of maple-based confections.

Off to one side, YER sat in a chair, enjoying a fuzzy Malcolm and grinning like a fool. He had been given some time off. Food was not the only Canadian addition. Edwards had found some new red shirts for this special bar.

He stepped forward and surveyed his choices: a tall, beautiful blond woman in a red dress that left nothing to the imagination; a second woman, also blond but shorter and in a Starfleet uniform; and a short, glum-looking man who had been hastily stuffed into a Starfleet uniform. Each wore a name tag declaring their identities. Six, Commander Shelby, Dr. Rodney McKay.

McKay grumbled. "This isn't really the best use of my time..."

Edwards brandished a lemon. "Silence, McKay!"

Not for the first time, Edwards wondered if his one new red shirt would be more trouble than he was worth. He made a point to remember to tell the Ten Forward patrons that McKay's deadly citrus allergy was a good way to keep him in check.

Satisfied that all was ready, Edwards turned his attention to the front of the bar, where a cold British Columbian rain pattered against the windows, and awaited the first patrons.

[trekkin']

*The USS Windstar comes to a rest in front of the bar. trekkin' steps out, her boots are suitable to the cold weather. She signals to Ivan to remove her belongings from the craft.*

Ivan...grab the totem pole first!

I have a gift for your new bar ee! The culture here is incredible. It is such an inspiration to see how ancient man dealt with first contact prior to the official "contact". Who knows who was flitting around here in those days? I am so excited!! I have tickets to the Parrises Squares match on the first day!

Ivan...just put it in the corner...You like?

[Disconnected Drone]

*Droney lands her shuttle craft in the...errr...shuttle craft parking lot, and strolls into the bar, shedding her giant winter coat. She looks around, and takes a seat*

I like the new bar well enough; I'm ready to watch the events! (Which, sadly, I'm going to have to do over the 'net.)

Yay for the new TF!

[maneth]

Cool, a new bar has opened. A fuzzy Malcolm to celebrate, please!

[Elf]

Elf gets in his car, flies it across the Atlantic Ocean, over Canada and to the car/shuttle craft lot. He walks into the bar wearing a winter coat and takes a seat.

[raptor]

Tze Frensch bar vas good, but tze new one is altzso good... tze Olympics aren't bad at all...

[Bill]

"arriving in a impulse powered sled, wild ride"

Nice place,EE, love the totem pole, Trekkin.

Looking forward to the upcoming events.

HOT Coffee please. Need to acclimate to the cold.

[Disconnected Drone]

Hi all...again! I think I'll have a Hot Tucker to make me feel better; I got a chunk of the muscle in my right arm moved around. It's kind of a long story...basically, someone grabbed my arm and drilled their thumb into my upper right arm so hard that it seriously messed my muscle up...and made quite a large bruise at that. I can move it, but my right arm is pretty weak. This stinks.

[trekkin']

I can't get over how spiffy this new place is...The Red Shirts are tip top! I think I'll go for a spin around Stanley Park.

But then I have to go to the dentist...just for a cleaning.

I have not slept very well AGAIN...THIS morning both of my daughters had nightmares about an hour apart. One was so scared that she never went back to sleep. She should be a real joy this evening. Can you say cranky?

[Disconnected Drone]

trekkin, on 01 February 2010 - 08:42 AM, said:

I have not slept very well AGAIN...THIS morning both of my daughters had nightmares about an hour apart. One was so scared that she never went back to sleep. She should be a real joy this evening. Can you say cranky?

Cranky is my middle name. I actually became so cranky of a person that my father started to call me 'DeForest' (after DeForest Kelly, who played Bones in TOS). People were seriously confused.

*hands trekkin' a mug of...coffee, I guess*

[ensign edwards]

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I can't get over how spiffy this new place is...The Red Shirts are tip top!

Indeed. *Brandishes a squirt gun full of lemonade.* McKay, get me an Andorian ale! Chop chop!

I'm hoping Plaz might forgive me for not using his idea when he finds out Six is here.

[maneth]

Owie! At least he didn't call you Bones, droney...

[Apocalypse]

*walks in wearing a t-shirt*
What's with all the winter coats? You wait 'til it actually gets cold.

ensign edwards, on 01 February 2010 - 09:48 AM, said:

I'm hoping Plaz might forgive me for not using his idea when he finds out Six is here.

As long as you're ok with whatever creepy stalker-y thing he's about to post.

[Plazmataz]

*Enters, and promptly throws an arm around Six's shoulders; expect to see her at my side whenever I post in this bar*

Tricia Helfer is pretty great and all, but Brett knows better than anyone that my dream women are all from video games, and therefore don't even exist. Barring fictional characters though, Helfer is probably the sexiest living thing alive.

[Allee]

*just walks in. . .that's it. . .just walks in*

Hey Apoca, where's the cow? And the Kraken?


I hope the Hot Tuckers are as good here as they were in Paris.

[paulinem]

I'm gonna be boring...

I had a shocker of an afternoon yesterday, so I'm glad there is a happy place to come to...

I'll put a Hot Tucker on ice. I may be back later.




Well done, ee...

[fastillion]

I figured I would throw a few screenshots up.
Here is a front view of the USS Minnesota, a light cruiser class vessel.



here is the Minnesota cruising around the rings of a gas giant (And yes, all planets are to scale, which for those of you who played Legacy at all, is a huge relief)



And here is a lowish quality one of a fleet action battle. You can't really tell it too well without the GUI (I still am having problems getting GUI to show in screenshot), but it was basically 12 federation ships vs 8 or 9 Klingon cruisers. Was pure epic mayhem.

[raptor]

Raptor stops talking "Frensch", walks in with his Red Mounted Police uniform and produces a sound that is supposed to be Canadian English. He hopes that EE understands him.

[Apocalypse]

Allee, on 01 February 2010 - 04:38 PM, said:

Hey Apoca, where's the cow? And the Kraken?

The Kraken, mythologically speaking, is a Norse beast. That, and I am not Poseidon.

*lightning bolt*

[Elf]

Nice pics Fasty. Did you choose the registry number? I was wondering what class of ship the USS Minnesota is? I guess the game has it's own classes as well as the ones in Star Trek?