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[PHILIPPA TIMMS]

On the Bridge of the Uss Damocles the game of strip poker was almost coming to an end. Without any clear winner. As with most things, when you got a deverse crew as you did on a Federation ship. No one had yet had made a decision on just what rules would be applied to the game. Not even a ' acting captain' quote was lost in the discussion. and a lack of a pack of cards for the game was not lost on some during all of this.   In turbo lift two, now dubbed the pink tube...was still beling taken up and down the decks, as the paint was still drying. And every so often there was a corrider that looked like it needed a coat of paint.   Meanwhile in sickbay....after Kara Ell had once again thummped someone. This time Ian Next for a grabbed kiss. She began to have second thoughts, about just where she was.   "What am I doing here?"  She asked, as she touched her red hot cheeks and then ran her hand over the top of here head. "I've been in here too much already. I bet this's something to do with YOU!' She stabbed her spare had at Anton hard in the stommach. Making him drop the dermal re-generator. "You take-over the ship, stop the coffee, use mind control to make us all caffine-free. Dressin blue and white, take me away from my ships...take one of my shutles...Shuttles...."  Kara went to get off the bio-bed. "Bet you're taking one now, full up with coffee..."   "Errrrr..." Anton was lost for words.   (Tag any)   "Don't take his side..!" Kara sputtered before Anton said anything. "You've no dress sence either. And he's got you in a mind-lock...bet you he's now in the shulle bay nicking a shuttle "   (Tag any)   Kara Ell   Anton Correrai     Kara Ell