Captain's Log 04 - Waking Dreams

[universal_charm]

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

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

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.

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

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[universal_charm]

I'll keep an eye out for him, though most new folk tend to make their presence known fairly quickly.

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[aigue]

I don't follow this network that closely
Thank you, though

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[universal_charm]

You're welcome. And, if there's something the other me did for you that I can do, I would be okay with it.

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[aigue]

Hmm
Well, since you're offering
How about a meal?

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[universal_charm]

A meal? Sure, I can do that. I'm actually pretty hungry. Turns out two weeks without food can do that to a person.

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[aigue]

I don't think I could go two weeks without food

[... Well, she could. She wouldn't want to.]

A meal it is, anyway
I don't suppose you're much of a cook

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[universal_charm]

I can manage well enough with what we have. I'm best at pancakes, though.

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[aigue]

Pancakes aren't crepes, but I suppose they'll do ◝(´◝ω◜｀)◜

[Nah she is totally good with some tasty tasty pancakes.]

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[universal_charm]

Crepes are bit to fancy for a bachelor like me, I'm afraid. You can add jam to the top though?

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[aigue]

Kirk
Pancakes with jam cannot compare to a good crepe
I'll take the pancakes, though
When do you want to do this?

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[universal_charm]

We can do it now if you want. I was going to go make myself coffee and food anyways.

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[aigue]

My stomach is growling already
What ship are you on?

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[universal_charm]

The Tourist

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[aigue]

I'll be there soon

[She'll head over, eventually. Not right away since pancakes take a bit to make, and she wants to give Kirk time to make them.

When she arrives she's in her human body, still sniffing her way towards the Tourist's kitchen.]

Hello.

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[universal_charm]

_{[ He looks up from where he was flipped a pancake onto a nearby plate, about seven already on it. He gave a little smile when he saw her, waving with the utensil before grabbing the batter bowl to pour another. ]}

Just in time - they're hot and fresh.

[aigue]

[This is undeniably weird, sitting down with Kirk over pancakes he made. In Between they'd be at each other's throats.

She thinks this is much nicer, and leans against the counter to watch. Look, she's being polite and waiting for him to finish so they can eat together!]

I have to admit, you seem to have me beat when it comes to cooking skills.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He did wonder if this other Kirk and here had done things like this, but he didn't really want to know. Not really. Why worry over what his other self had done? It was like knowing he had another self who ran an Enterprise with Old Spock once upon a time. He finishes up the small bowl of batter and comes to the table with the piping hot stack, setting it down in front of her. ]}

Heh, well, I had this strange desire to eat more than frozen meals, so I learned how to make a thing or two. Pancakes have always been a favorite of mine. My version of comfort food.

[aigue]

[God, he's making it really easy to forget about the Kirk in Between. Though, this seems more like the sort of thing two people would do after sleeping together. It's preferable than what happened between the two of them, anyways.

She digs in, snatching up the syrup and drowning her pancakes in that and butter.]

Very impressive. What else can you cook?

[universal_charm]

_{[ Well, if his other self was here to explain, he would say that his actions had been reasonable, more or less. Who knew, though? He wasn't that Kirk, after all, minute though those differences were. ]}

Omelets, chicken, burgers, grilled cheese - you know, everything a single guy can cook to survive, mostly.

[aigue]

A burger on a spaceship.

[She sounds thoughtful.]

You'd need a grill for that.

[universal_charm]

You can make burgers on a stove. They get a bit different taste than if they're on a grill, but they're still burgers.

_{[ He gave a half shrug as he cut into his pancakes and began to eat. ]}

[aigue]

You miss out on the taste of the fire, though. Fire-cooked meat is delicious.

[Says the woman who will eat meat raw.]

These pancakes are delicious, anyways. I think they make up for some other version of you pulling my tail.

[universal_charm]

Agreed, but fire and ships don't mix, so we have to make some compromises.

_{[ Seriously, Renart, explosions in space are not fun at all. ]}

Heh, well, thank you?

[aigue]

Right, right.... [It wouldn't be a problem for her, but everyone else?

Which is too bad. Hopefully the next system they stop at has some good barbecue.]

So what else do you do for fun?

[universal_charm]

On the ships, you mean? Play chess, read, run, spar, fiddle about with some technological things, go over to the Iskaulit and run the obstacle course or hang out at the bars.

_{[ He gave a shrug, sucking on the end of his fork for a moment. ]}

What about yourself?