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[KingIsaacLinksr]

Little did Rava Ronan know that all this fighting was going on as he walked down to the Afterburner.

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[Meds]

D'Callan watched Rava Ronan walk down the corridors on the security monitor and was curious why he had a bunch of tickets stuff down his uniform top

[institches]

Mackie got ticked that everyone was stealing her gig. She magically appeared in the Afterburner and let out a cloud of stink-bug musk. Curiously, that only seemed to encourage them.

[Jen]

Sevryll takes a sip of the blood wine as K'arath does his 80'th push up...and then involuntarily spits out the vile concoction. "Do you not recall that we are pitting a Selhat against a Targ? I am not a warrior...I am a scientist. Besides, it is common knowledge that a Vulcan could easily best a Klingon. There would be no honor in your defeat."

[wraith1701]

K'Tan wandered by, and happened to overhear the commander's boast.  His face darkening in indignation, he stepped forward to contradict her outlandish claim.

Then he remembered how her elderly mother had casually knocked him out in sickbay, and decided to bite his tongue. 

"My money's on the sehlat!" he exclaimed.  "Wait a minute," he amended.  "We are the Federation... we don't even have money..." ;)

[Jen]

Sevryll's eye followed the brawny Lieutenant as he passed. It seemed the bet had attracted attention from other crewmen, and an explanation was clearly in order. "Before we left for shore leave on Earth, I accepted his wager simply to satisfy a scientific curiosity. I do not expect an exchange of currency when my theory is proven correct." She allowed a Mona Lisa smile to touch her lips as she delivered the barely detectable sarcastic remark. The Vulcan glanced down to K'ararth who had switched to one armed push-ups; on his face the Klingon wore a wry snaggle-tooth grin. It was obvious the Chief Engineer found the intended punishment enjoyable. She arced an eyebrow, took the tray of blood wine from his back and handed it to K'tan. "Enjoy," she said before slipping away through the crowd who had begun to gather around them.

[Meds]

The final batch of newly printed money flopped out of D'Callans printer. Wrapping it up and tying it with a rather nice bow he wrote on the gift card "Happy Betting K'Tan". Posting it in the newly placed post box in the corridor Joseph walked off whistling a merry tune.

[Bryancd]

K'arath was on his 9564 one handed push up when someone stuffed a tribble down his trousers, causing it to chitter and shake wildly. Could have been worse, he thought.

[Omra]

Shyn looked at the sweaty Klingons trousers with disgust; and commented, "That is one Tribble I will not be eating..."

[wraith1701]

As he overheard the golden-eyed feline warrior's comment about eating tribles, K'Tan nearly choked on his bloodwine. 

"Eating tribbles?" he exclaimed.  "I should hope not!  Using them as pincushins or doorstops I can understand, but eating them?"  The Chief Tactical officer shuddered. 

I'd rather eat gagh, he thought to himself. 

[Omra]

Shyn smirked, "You ever play batmitten with them?"  She smiled at the happy memory, "we used to call it Tribble Tennis."  She waxed nostalgic,"Aaaaaahhh, there is nothing like smacking a fuzzy ball that squeaks and squawks when you hit it."

[Meds]

D'Callan looked up as he took another slice of tribble and topped it off with param cheese, he looked a bit guilty as he had hidden some slices of tribble on K'Tans blood sandwich.

[Omra]

Shyn rifled through the contraband bin and found some more Tribbles, she stared at one intently and spoke in a deep rich Mediterranean voice, "You, I do not know you..."  She tossed it aside, it squeaked as it hit the floor and rolled.

She rummaged up another Tribble and stared at it, continuing in a resonating cultured Mediterranean baratone, "But you,... I never forget a face."  She turned it around front to back with a puzzled expression on her face, "Wherever it may be..."

Her eyes narrowed menacingly, "You are,... Appetizer!"  She started shaving it, she was afraid if she tore the hairs out the others would scream in horror.  It uttered a worried twitter.

[institches]

Spring slapped the cricket bat against her hand and looked around at the beautiful planet. She was in the mood for pixie stix and knew just where to find them.

[Omra]

As Spring stood upon a rock twirling a cricket bat and seeking out one of the 'Diabetic Coma Inducing' native lifeforms, she could hear a mournful cry coming from a nearby cave.

"My precious,.... my p.p.p.p.p...precious, where are you my  precious?"