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Of all the watches that e’er I stood,
I spent them in good company,
And all the beams that e’er I shot
I shot them at the enemy;
And all th’ exams that e’er I took
To memory now I can’t recall,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.If I had time enough to spend
And leisure to sit here awhile
I’d tell you of Horizon fair
That sorely had my heart beguiled:
Her bonny lines, her gallant crew,
I own she had my heart enthralled,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you allThe fairest shipt hat e’er I had
Fought bravely, but I could not stay,
And though my comrades may be sad
I’ve reached my time to go away.
So since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not,
I’ll gently rise and softly call
Good night, and joy be with you all.A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may crew a pretty ship
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since we know there has to be
A time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all–
Mundy smiles at Vaj. She waits for him to get his drink, and raises her glass.
“Absent friends, Voiddammit.”
I hate tandoori pizza declares Mundy as she walks in. She looks at Matsiyan. Yes, I heard that. Tandoori is Tandoori, and pizza is pizza, and never the twain shall meet.
She looks over the drinks and food supplies, and asks, I don’t suppose there were any Skaraans who had the uncharacteristic good taste of hoarding Hjocoa? She sighs. The Hjorden are having trouble with their replicators, and they’re running low on some essential nutrients, so they’ve restricted supplies of Hjocoa and Hjorden ale to Hjorden personnel only. She sighs again.Totally understandable, and entirely within their rights to do so, but dammit…
Mundy walks in, notices the poster, grins, salutes it, and orders a celebratory mug of Hjocoa.
To Sabre, she agrees.
Mundy glances at Wilcon and raises an eyebrow.
I’m going to have to ask Dr. Shah. She fixed my broken arm – that was no problem; but she said they’re being extra careful with medical supplies.
Mundy approaches the group. She is carrying a glass of Hjocoa, of course.
That looks like a strangely familiar signature, Turnez… she says as she looks over his shoulder at his datapad Sabre and… hmmm.
//Don’t worry, Xansta, the addition I posted works with your handwritten notes post.
//And I always forget how to edit posts myself, I have to go back and look at the instructions every single time, which is why I didn’t bother to edit my original post, where I mysteriously changed Nakamura’s name without realising it.//Also, I forgot to say, but a shiny No-Prize to the person who can translate Song’s well-chosen words… an even shinier No-Prize if you can tell me where I’m quoting from.
Cdt. Nakamura stands before Lt.Cmdr. Mundy’s desk, looking rather worried. She hands over three hand-written pieces of paper. Lt.Cmdr. Mundy reads them, tries not to smile, and asks,
“Other than the fact that some Jr. Officer can’t spell, what’s the problem, Nakamura?” Nakamura hesitates, but replies
,
“We think somebody is trying to copy your handwriting, Ma’am.”Lt.Cmdr. Mundy looks terribly official as she counts out,
“One: if they are, they’re doing a terrible job of it. Two: imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Three: how do you know what my handwriting looks like? Oh, and Four: who is ‘we’?”
“Uhm, that’s Cdt. Song, Ma’am. She said you hand-wrote a recommendation…”
“So I did. Fair enough, Nakamura, that isn’t my handwriting. But, again, why is that a problem?”
“Well, Ma’am, we didn’t want it to look like you might have…”
“They’re better suggestions than the Sim Purple Heart. Even though that was spur of the moment, and I hadn’t had time to come up with anything better. Still, I would hate for anybody to think I’d spell “manoeuvre” like that, so thank you for your concern.”
“So… is that it, Ma’am?” Nakamura looks somewhere between confused and relieved.
“Of course it is. Off you go, Cadet, don’t you have some votes to count?”
//One problem with the above: Mundy does not hand-write her logs, she dictates them to her Computer.
//Feel free to add in your own suggestions, and/or vote, in the comments. And remember that, according to the time-honoured rules (which I made up today, and are therefore considered The Immemorial Custom of the Service), the ribbon/medal/whatever may only be presented by an Ensign. But since votes are anonymous, everyone can vote.