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driftfleet2016-09-01 11:43 pm
universal_charm) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-01 11:43 pm
Captain's Log 04 - Waking Dreams
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. ]
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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Your... ah... shipmates appear to have left you a gift, it seems, are you aware...?
As for myself, I do well enough - although it is a little... overwhelming, to have so much family here, when before I had none. Nothing new of my account, but I have, obviously a vast store you have not yet heard!
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I am aware. I continue to wear it out of spite. If I hide it in shame, he wins and I will not have that.
What? Siblings show up? Meddling parents?
[ HAHAHA, if only he knew... ]
You'll have to sing some for me again sometime.
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I will not tell.
[ A soft, fond smile ]
something like that. While you slept my Father came and went, but here to stay are my eldest brother, another of my cousins and... my grandfather. Who still has not quite reconciled to the fact that his grandchildren are now much, much older than he remembers.
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[ Because he might know of him. In fact, he would be able to say he did once names were named. As of now, he has only ever heard each of them refer to their relation in the relationship term, not their names. It made it hard to sort who might be who, even given the pretty big clues between names, dress, and shared culture. ]
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Oh! I've met your grandfather then. He was on my ship briefly, actually. He composed a lovely bit of poetry for the coffee maker.
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Apologizing? Hahah, no, he didn't do anything wrong. I found him intriguing, actually.
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Hey, he got the coffee machine to behave. He is a-okay in my book.
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Oh, no - I didn't teach him how to use it, he just sang to it and then I used it and it behaved. He is quite good at flattery in song-verse as it turns out.
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Ahhh well. I suppose I am not surprised. As long as it worked!
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It did, and I am very appreciative of it. But I'm glad your family is able to be together on a ship. Between all of you, we'll have endless musical entertainment for as long as we Drift.
[ He smiles at him, teasing, but only partially. They all were quite good - it would make for a fun evening if nothing else. ]
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I have been told my itch to randomly compose at any time of day or night is particularly vexing.