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>

Comments

[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?

[aigue]

Sleep, so far.

[A combination of not having been here for long, and being lazy as fuck.]

I'm glad to have a real bed again.

[universal_charm]

Just sleeping? You're missing out on a lot. Have you been down to the planet at all?

[aigue]

I've been down there. Hunting, mostly. [And stealing.]

[universal_charm]

Heh, which do you like better? The hunting or having me cook for you?

[aigue]

Good question. I enjoy hunting, but I appreciate how creative humans have gotten with their cooking.

[universal_charm]

Do you have a favorite human dish?

[aigue]

Easy. Anything with chicken and blackberries. Or blackberry macarons.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He laughed. ]}

Wow, that really is specific. Next time I have some black berries I'll make up some black berry pancakes.

[aigue]

That would be wonderful.

[universal_charm]

It's a date then, Renart.

[aigue]

A date, huh? I hope you aren't too serious about that, I'm taken.

[She's chuckling, though.]

[universal_charm]

Platonic only, I assure you.

[aigue]

Platonic sounds lovely.