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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Mission: A Cure Delayed</div>
<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Day: 4</div>
<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Stardate: 2445.10.28</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(USS Illuminar - Deck 11 - Rec Room -– Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain - 18:30)</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">It had been a long day. When Diane woke to the empty space between herself and Riolra, she new it was going to be a long day. Of course that didn’t stop her from snuggling into the Prancing Pony manager to try and
get a little more sleep. But eventually they both realized that they needed to start their days. Once she was alone, and dressed, she needed to cleanup from their evenings entertainment. She smiled with the memories of some of the items that had broken
during the vigorous activities. </div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Then the lounge opened for some tamer relaxation activities for the crew. But to be honest, she just went through the motions of entertaining the crew. She wound up playing in a video game tournament with some of
the crew from Gamma shift. When they were last at Mars station she had unearthed an electronic cabinet game called Ms. Packman. It quickly became a hit as it required and amount of skill and reaction time to master. However, in the end she was still the
Grand Master. The consolation prize was drinks for everyone who participated. </div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">At 1830 she left the Aft Lounge in the hands of her Assistant, Woodrow Boyd, whom everyone called “Woody.” She had no idea what she was going to do but she felt an urge to stay active. She had another urge as well,
and an evil smile came to her face. Stepping into the turbo lift she announced, “Deck 3.”</div>
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<div>(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - Outside Gregory's Quarters — Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain– 18:50)</div>
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<div>Diane stood outside of Gregory’s door for a moment. She was not in the habit of going to officer’s quarters, but Gregory had given her an itch that she just needed him to scratch, and hopefully tonight she could have him all to herself. Reaching out
she tapped on the door chime. Dieter opened the door, clearly shocked to see her.</div>
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<div>“Hey lover,” Diane said seductively, “I was hoping we could have some alone time…” </div>
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<div>Then she noticed that he was not alone.</div>
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<div>“Oh, I hope I’m not interrupting,” see said saucily.</div>
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<div>(reply Gregory, Jayton)</div>
<div>(posted by Al Muir)</div>
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