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------=_Part_655_884535474.1547184175591 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable *((Decks 9 & 10, The Saloon, USS Constitution-B))* :: Elias suspected that folks on board might start claiming he never slept.= Which of course wasn't true. He often, at times such as this made sure to= grab twenty winks as it were in the office just down the corridor that was= his, or skip back to his quarters in the wee hours of the night. He had a= set schedule, but as this place had been his dream since leaving the Corps,= he found it difficult to not spend just about every waking minute in the *Saloon*. He was certain Zeyla or even Tylana would give him some choice words if they knew, but neither of them were on the ship. As much as he missed them, he supposed that was a small blessing. Neither of them were here to force him to take more time to himself. As it was, he had just come in about a half hour ago and was getting right= into the thick of things carrying a tray in his one hand filled as much as= it could hold with plates, cups and silverware for the quintet of crewmen= by the windows. The cowboy, as always in that wide brimmed stetson with the= eagle feather sticking at an angle from the ribbon around the bowl of the= hat so it was always trailing behind him. The typical well worn blue jeans= and buttoned down long sleeved shirt, this time of a blue and grey hue with= lateral stripes rounded out his attire. Oh, and the cowboy boots of course,= this time a pair of dark burgundy with dream catchers embossed on the sides. A gift from his daughter before he left for the Conny. Today, he even had spurs attached to the back of his boots. Causing him to jangle as= he walked. With the food delivered with his usual smile, tip of his hat and= well wishes to enjoy the food, he headed back to the bar. Spotting a certain doctor sitting at the bar, he grinned at the physician as he rounded behind the bar and set the tray down on the counter. :: *Kincaid*: Hey, doc? What can I do ya for? *Spears*: Hey Kincaid. Yeah, I've been through the ringer. Here on = doctor's orders actually. *Kincaid*: Do you always make it a habit of orderin' yerself around doc? ::He grinned again:: *Spears*: Oh no, not my orders ::he grinned::. *Kincaid*: Good, might have ta send you ta see the counselor otherwise. *Spears*: It has been brought to my attention that I require a meal, or I= may be forced to endure a nutrient rich paste with no concept of flavour or= palatable texture in mind. *Kincaid*: Well doc, you came to the right place. Got some live Gagh in the= kitchen if'n you want some. ::He chuckled amused:: *Spears*: Well let's keep things easy, I did just have the bottom t= hird of my lung tissue regenerated last night. Something light on the fats might be= best. Maybe something with chicken for a bit of protein? *Kincaid*: Oh, well I'm glad yer on the mend then. Hmm. ::He rubbed his gloriously bearded chin:: Something with chicken. I got a recipe fer some= Kerelian Curry that's got a nice kick to it. *Spears*: Normally I'd give an enthusiastic yes to spice, but today= I need something a little more toned down. *Kincaid*: Fair enough. Well, when in doubt always go with some good old fashioned Chicken Pot Pie? *Spears*: Yeah, let's go with that. *Kincaid*: ::He nodded and slid down a step to tap the order into the PADD= he had nearby so the cooks in the kitchen could get started on the food::= Want anythin' to wash it down with? *Spears*: response :: Elias gave him a nod followed by the tip of his hat and went to go get= the man his snack. As he walked away he heard the swinging doors being opened and he glanced over his shoulder to see a few other familiar faces= and the good doctor waving at least one of them over. The other patrons found tables and were greeted by one of the many living, or holographic servers. It only took him a minute to make the man's drink and he brought= it back, setting in front of Spears just so the good physician had something to quench his thirst. The food took much longer to make, but when= it was ready Elias brought it over on a plate. A nice bowl, golden brown flaky crust hiding a delicious sea of carrots, peas, celery, chicken, potatoes and his recipe included mushrooms, in a savory creamy sauce. Elias= set it down on the counter next to Spear's drink and looked to other(s) with him. :: *Kincaid*: What can I get ya? *Any*: response *((tags/tbc)) ((ooc: I left it generic so anyone who wants to answer Ed's= open tag can also fill in Kincaid's. ))* *=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D* *Elias Abernathy Machk Kincaid * *Retired Marine - Captain* *Civilian - Bartender* *The Saloon* *USS Constitution-B* *https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=3DElias_Kincaid * *humbly simmed by * *Lieutenant JG Lystra* *Tactical Officer* *USS Constitution-B NCC-9012-B* *SB118 Podcast Team * *Writer ID: A239410TR0* *https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=3DLystra * -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "= UFOP: StarBase 118 - USS Constitution-B" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an e= mail to sb118-constitution+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. 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((Decks 9= & 10, The Saloon, USS Constitution-B))

:: Elias suspected that folks on board might start c= laiming he never slept. Which of course wasn't true. He often, at times= such as this made sure to grab twenty winks as it were in the office just = down the corridor that was his, or skip back to his quarters in the wee hou= rs of the night. He had a set schedule, but as this place had been his drea= m since leaving the Corps, he found it difficult to not spend just about ev= ery waking minute in the Saloon. He was certain Zeyla or even Tylana= would give him some choice words if they knew, but neither of them were on= the ship. As much as he missed them, he supposed that was a small blessing= . Neither of them were here to force him to take more time to himself.=C2= =A0

As it was, he h= ad just come in about a half hour ago and was getting right into the thick = of things carrying a tray in his one hand filled as much as it could hold w= ith plates, cups and silverware for the quintet of crewmen by the windows. = The cowboy, as always in that wide brimmed stetson with the eagle feather s= ticking at an angle from the ribbon around the bowl of the hat so it was al= ways trailing behind him. The typical well worn blue jeans and buttoned dow= n long sleeved shirt, this time of a blue and grey hue with lateral stripes= rounded out his attire. Oh, and the cowboy boots of course, this time a pa= ir of dark burgundy with dream catchers embossed on the sides. A gift from = his daughter before he left for the Conny. Today, he even had spurs attache= d to the back of his boots. Causing him to jangle as he walked. With the fo= od delivered with his usual smile, tip of his hat and well wishes to enjoy = the food, he headed back to the bar. Spotting a certain doctor sitting at t= he bar, he grinned at the physician as he rounded behind the bar and set th= e tray down on the counter. ::=C2=A0

Ki= ncaid: Hey, doc? What can I do ya for?=C2=A0

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Spears: Hey Kincaid. Yeah, I= 've been through the ringer. Here on doctor's orders actual= ly.

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Kin= caid: Do you always make it a habit of orderin' yerself around doc?= ::He grinned again::

=C2=A0

Spears: Oh no, not my orders ::he grinned::.=C2=A0

Kincaid: Go= od, might have ta send you ta see the counselor otherwise.=C2=A0

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Spears: It ha= s been brought to my attention that I require a meal, or I may be forced to= endure a nutrient rich paste with no concept of flavour or palatable textu= re in mind.

=C2=A0

Kincaid: Well doc, you came to the right place. Got some live Gagh= in the kitchen if'n you want some. ::He chuckled amused::

=C2=A0

Spears: Well le= t's keep things easy, I did just have the bottom third of my lung t= issue regenerated last night. Something light on the fats might be best. Ma= ybe something with chicken for a bit of protein?

=C2=A0

Kincaid: Oh, well I'm gla= d yer on the mend then. Hmm. ::He rubbed his gloriously bearded chin:: Some= thing with chicken. I got a recipe fer some Kerelian Curry that's got a= nice kick to it.=C2=A0

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Spears: Normally I'd give an enthusiastic yes= to spice, but today I need something a little more toned down.

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Kincaid: Fair = enough. Well, when in doubt always go with some good old fashioned Chicken = Pot Pie?=C2=A0

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Spears: Yeah, let's go with that.

=C2=A0

Kincaid: ::He nodded a= nd slid down a step to tap the order into the PADD he had nearby so the coo= ks in the kitchen could get started on the food:: Want anythin' to wash= it down with?=C2=A0


Spears: response

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:: Elias gave him a nod followed by the ti= p of his hat and went to go get the man his snack. As he walked away he hea= rd the swinging doors being opened and he glanced over his shoulder to see = a few other familiar faces and the good doctor waving at least one of them = over. The other patrons found tables and were greeted by one of the many li= ving, or holographic servers.=C2=A0 It only took him a minute to make the m= an's drink and he brought it back, setting in front of Spears just so t= he good physician had something to quench his thirst. The food took much lo= nger to make, but when it was ready Elias brought it over on a plate. A nic= e bowl, golden brown flaky crust hiding a delicious sea of carrots, peas, c= elery, chicken, potatoes and his recipe included mushrooms, in a savory cre= amy sauce. Elias set it down on the counter next to Spear's drink and l= ooked to other(s) with him. ::

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Kincaid: What can I get ya?=C2= =A0


Any: response=C2=A0


((tags/tbc)) ((ooc: I left it generic so anyone who = wants to answer Ed's open tag can also fill in Kincaid's. ))


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Elias Abernathy = Machk Kincaid=C2=A0
Retired Marine - Captain
Civilian - Bartender
The Saloon
USS Constitution-= B

humbly = simmed by=C2=A0

Lieutenant JG Lystra
Tactical Officer
USS Constitution-B NCC-9012-B=
SB118 Podca= st Team=C2=A0
Writer ID: A239410TR0

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