driftfleet | Captain's Log 04

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. ]}

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Really? That's quite impressive. Heh, hopefully I never let that slip to Scotty - he would get a bee in his bonnet and cause all sorts of problems, I'm sure.

_{[ His engineer was brilliant, but it did take him trial and error,
which had interesting results at times. He took a sip of his coffee, make
a soft humming sound as he thought on it a moment. ]}

There's every chance that you did set it right, but also that there is now a universe where the Borg succeeded. There could be a thousand other little things that changed.

I think, for now, the best thing to do is hope that it all worked out and went well. Certainly in some universe it worked for myself, since I'm, well, still me. If you had seriously damaged my timeline, I most likely wouldn't exist anymore, right?

[She'll just not mention the part about Geordi getting frustrated with Scotty when the two of them did meet.]

I suppose it's all I can do.

[But she doesn't really sound convinced.]

_{[ He would find that funny more than anything, honestly. Honestly, his
engineer was so competitive sometimes. It was kind of cute. ]}

Either way, what will be, will be at this point. There's little point in wondering about what you could have done or even should have - the new paths have been made. And now all that's left is to walk them, for good or for ill.

I know. And nothing I can do about it from here.

True. So don't let it get you down to much, okay?

Tell me some of the good things that happened when you went back. How was your captain?

Ah.

[She glances away.]

He was not exactly himself.

_{[ Welp. Damnit. He... had kind of put his foot in his mouth without
meaning too. ]}

If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to. I was trying to go for something happy, after all.

It's all right, you couldn't have known.

Yeah, even so.

_{[ He sighed and rubbed at his face, giving Beverly a tired puppy sort
of look. ]}

This is why I hate time travel, Bev. So very much.

You and me both.

[But a little quirk of a smile starts to emerge.]

Which already separates you from your counterpart, you know.

Excuse me?

_{[ He raised a brow, curious. The Old Spock had not spoken of his other
self, and frankly he had not done much asking. He had never wanted to be
weighed down by the knowledge of his counterpart and perhaps trying to live
up to him. But, now that he found himself more secure in his own place in
the world, he had to admit he was curious if there was information to be
had. ]}

I can't believe any version of me would enjoy messing with time.

Ah, he was rather famous for it. Or perhaps infamous, depending who you talk to.

Well, I hope we never meet then, as I'd have a few choice words for him about that.

_{[ Among not wanting to meet him for other reasons, but that was now
the foremost one. It would be bad form to hit your other self right off,
wouldn't it? ]}

No doubt. But do keep in mind that he did it to save people, not to meddle with history. He just wasn't always so... judicious in his decisions.

_{[ He tilted his head for a second and then shook it. ]}

Still have choice words. Messing with time is exactly the place to be judicious.

_{[ He sighed. ]}

But that's a conversation between me and him if we should meet.

For now I'm just glad you're back and there's still two of us here.

Me too. And that we didn't have time to worry about it either.

Captain's Log 04 - Waking Dreams

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