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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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[ 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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[ he's got enough machines in his body thank you very much!
he's also a little bothered by the jab at kara and kitty, but he's not sure now's the time to get into it. he just got jim back, he wants to be happy. ]
The Atroma's a bad role model.
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[ The two people you care about most are the most likely to send you running in case you get in a fight them and are upset. His logic is infallible on this one, tell him he's wrong. ]
What tag shape do you want - a little pay print or a bone?
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Hmmn. Now that is an important decision that'll require careful consideration.
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[ Right - you actually talk to him about your problems and he doesn't let you run away from it. See where he's going with this? ]
I am open to other suggestions.
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Very thoughtful of you. I'm thinking like, transformer-shape.
[ look he's already wearing a box-shaped necklace kitty gave him that's not quite his aesthetic, if he's going to get a say he's gonna make it cool. ]
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