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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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I don't know if I would call it sympathizing. I can't justify what he did, or was trying to do, and I'm not a good enough person to ever really forgive him for killing my people, and destroying my ship.
I just... I understand how he got to be what he was when I met him. I feel sad for the things he could have done and didn't because he became lost, and I'm sorry that Star Fleet failed him, even if it wasn't on purpose.
It's why I'm glad that command agreed not to mention what he had become in the public records. For everyone except us few, he'll remain the hero he used to be. It's not nearly enough, but I think Star Fleet owed him that much.
[ He had complicated feelings on the matter, to say the least. As he said to Winn, he could never really forgive him, but that didn't mean he would drag the man through the mud - a man who he honestly didn't think was evil, but had merely lost himself and could never find his way back.
He stood as a warning for Kirk, personally. Here was a man who had let space swallow him, in whom the emptiness had taken root. Here was what he had the potential to become - what he did not want to become. Oddly, Krall - Balthazar - had helped save him, though he didn't know it.
And Kirk simply hoped he had finally given the man a peace he could accept. ]
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I don't think not being able to forgive something like that makes you less of a good person. Not dragging his name through the mud for the world to see is more than most people would even think about giving him, let alone actually do it.
[ letting the man keep a legacy is a huge gift. it's definitely not one winn's allowed his father - the few people he brings him up with at all know he's a crazy dangerous murderer, or at least a bad enough person in his son's eyes to have him say he deserves jail.
sorry jim, whatever you say your little brother is gonna be impressed with you. ]
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Well, I'll just take your word for it. I know how to pick and choose my battles.
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[ he grins, before softening and shrugging. ]
Maybe people grew up a little by your time, but even if it's common, it doesn't make it any less good. Am I less of a good person cuz I can't forgive my dad? It's our actions that really matter at the end of the day.
[ jim didn't destroy this man's legacy, didn't let the bad eradicate all the good he's done, and winn didn't let the fbi gun his dad down. that's what makes them special. ]
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Stop that. The little brother isn't supposed to lecture the older.
[ But he smiles at him, giving him a little kick with his foot. ]
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[ shrugging with an obnoxious grin. not one inch of him believes he'll ever come near to surpassing jim, this is pure teasing. ]
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Become cheeky brats?
[ Snark and more snark, but it's said around a grin. ]
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That's a puppy, Winn, not an apprentice.
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Look, if it quacks like a duck and walks like a duck...
[ You dug your own hole here Winn. ]
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[ why do you like him, again? ]
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Should I get you some dog tags? In case you get lost?
[ Smiiiiirk, so much teasing, little bro. ]
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[ for all he knows the atroma could glitch him to any state of mind, after all. ]
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It has been a thought for awhile now. 'Return to the Tourist if found'.
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[ he teases, but the truth is you're making him kinda happy here, jim. ]
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Well, we can't very well leave our mascot behind. That's bad form.
[ So, not quite keeping up, but hey, he likes having you around. ]
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Why are we assuming I'm the one that lost you?
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Whoever takes you out for the day is responsible for you - which probably means mostly Kara and Kitty.
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[ he's so mistreated :') ]
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No, because it won't be my fault you ran away. We both know it will either be Kara or Kitty's fault.
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I know such a thing.
[ Rolls his eyes. ]
Maybe I should have a chip tracker installed too. Just in case.
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