driftfleet | Captain's Log 04

Who: Jim Kirk & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, on the Tourist
When: Now (that is, Friday)

_{[ It's a strange feeling, waking up and staring at a ceiling that he instinctively knows is on a ship. He hasn't looked at one of those in awhile, mostly because his ship was still being built. He had been able to tour some parts of her, but she was far from complete, and certainly nowhere near ready for him to move into. So why? Why was there something familiar about this ceiling? He had seen it before, he was sure, nagging at the back of his mind -

The Fleet.

It struck him like a slap, making him gasp, and he sat up sharply, looking down at himself, wrapped in his survival suit of all things. He touched the raised silver crest of Star Fleet, trying to wrap his mind around the notion he was back on the Tourist. How long had it been? Almost three years? He had just celebrated his birthday, so, yes, three years...

Looking around he located the communicator, flipping it open, remembering the motions easily enough as he keyed up the video and looked in. It's to late by the time he realizes that he has a crown settled into his somewhat fluffier hair and a bright red lipstick mark on his cheek. Who-? Well, whatever, everyone will just get to see him attempt to rub the lipstick off as he speaks, crown, for the moment, remaining where it was. ]}

Uh - hello everyone. I'm not sure how much time as passed here, so I suppose I should start with introductions. My name is Captain James Tiberius Kirk, U.S.S. Enterprise, though feel free to call me Jim. I was here once before, but I suppose at some point I got sent home.

It's been three years for me. So, if possible, I wouldn't mind a roll call of who all is here - and exactly how much time has passed for you all.

Kirk, out.

_{[ He turns off the communicator and gets up slowly, stretching, making his way for the kitchen and wondering if that cantankerous coffee machine was still here and functioning, and if it had been tamed. He hoped so. He desperately needed coffee. Maybe something more too. Yes, definitely something more.

Irish coffee it was Or as close as he could get it. ]}

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I'm glad you're not having too tough of a time. If you do though, I'm always here to lend a sympathetic ear.

Oh? Is that a promise? I mean, I might end up calling you at odd hours of the night...

We're friends, aren't we? If you need help, I'm there. Even if that help is at three in the morning. Doesn't matter.

[If there was innuendo there he entirely missed it. If not, he's still earnest to a fault about this.]

You might come to regret that. I sleep better these days, but I have my nights.

So do I. So do we all. Insomnia's not a strange thing to have. I doubt I'll regret it.

Heh, we could even swap stories about the existential dread or monsters in the closet that keeps us up at night. Might help to not feel so alone with it, you know?

I think that would be the time for nicer stories, don't you?

That would probably be better, yeah. Sorry. I tend to get a bit... I don't know, moody. If I can't sleep because of something like that.

No, I understand. It's happened to me way more than once, so I'm not one to talk.

So, new plan - any time one of us has an insomnia fit, we can call the other and we have to tell the other an amusing story. Deal?

Deal. I like this plan. Much better than swapping sob stories. I'll see if I can remember more Tales of the Dragon Hawke and the various implements in which my brother and sister slew me with.

I'll save the stories of the Kobayashi Maru for one of those nights, then.

Perfect. Whatever that is. I look forward to it.

Or, well, not looking forward to insomnia, but you know what I mean.

Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll tell you one at a decent hour.

You just woke up so I'll spare you currently, but I can ask very politely later.

[He grins.]

You might want to actually wash your face instead of just swipe at it. You've got a big streak of red.

I am letting it sit there a bit longer. It fuels my lust for revenge.

Haha, well someone's in for it then. Do you have an idea of who the perpetrator was?

Oh, yes, yes I do. It's been three years for me, but we are still very much at war. He should fear what is to come.

[Adalwolfe chuckles at that.]

Oh-ho, a long standing feud? I almost feel sorry for the guy for incurring your wrath.

You should. I'll tell you his name after I have my revenge so you can properly comfort him in his hour of need.

Oh? I this someone I know?

Hmm, I'm not sure. Perhaps. I wouldn't be surprised if you'd met him.

Still not sharing, then?

[Rude, Kirk. He was trying to get you to tell.]

I wouldn't want you to give away knowledge of his impending doom.

_{[ The best kept secrets, Hawke... ]}

Captain's Log 04 - Waking Dreams

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