<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1843 Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>O'Connor laughed at that.  "Doctor, do you suddenly think we're on an Excelsior?  The food synthesizers can't do that.  Besides, as I understand it, the replicators on the Excelsiors only produce synthahol.  Now what's the point in that?  If you can't get good and drunk, why drink alcohol at all?  You need to feel the drink.  Do you understand that, doctor?"<br/><br/>She paused for a moment and asked, "Would you prefer that I punch up something from the synthesizers?  The way you're acting, it seems to tell me that your meal didn't cook as planned."