[Jim was early for once, tapping his foot against the deck as he waited for her, surprisingly full of energy since he hadn't really slept last night. But that was what happened when he was worried about the Enterprise and couldn't really do anything about it.
Hence this little journey to the CES, since he'd run for an hour and a half this morning and that hadn't helped at all.]
Spam - it's okay, he makes so many beautiful faces :c
Shego was a little better-rested due to McCoy's mystery red pills, although she was ignoring his advice that they were a symptomatic treatment rather than a cure and she didn't know exactly how she'd handle it when she ran out. Better overall to just not think about it.
She was a couple minutes late when she walked across the deck with Kirk's phaser tucked under her jacket. She'd checked it more times than she'd ever admit to, making sure that it had reverted back to its pre-flood programming.
"Hey."
Spam - but he doesn't show his legs off like some people
She started walking, taking the stairs onto the above-deck levels. "Thanks. You're looking like a little kid going through a sugar rush. What gives?" It hadn't exactly escaped her notice that he'd not seemed all that happy to see the Scottish guy, but pointing that out might give him the impression she was concerned.
Spam - they are pretty fab. he remembers them fondly :c
Kirk waved his hand wildly, muttering something under his breath that was really just a bunch of name calling and curse words as he dug around his pocket for his item so they could get into the CES.
"You don't have any interest in serving aboard a Starship by chance, do you?"
So. The Scottish guy and the hyperactivity maybe were related. She made a mental note that was promptly forgotten when he actually put his thoughts into real words.
"Uh. Not so much. Besides which, I don't know if you noticed but I'm kinda lacking in transferable skills. Where did this come from?"
Kirk frowned slightly, since he'd kind of been hoping that she did have some deep hidden desire to serve aboard a starship cause then he could kill two birds with one stone. Not abandon her and make sure that his ship wasn't going to explode.
"You can have Scotty's job. Since apparently you don't have to know anything about what's going on to do it."
Spam - she is 100% indifferent to his legs. and arms. and - you get the idea.
"... I don't think so," Kirk said after a moment's pause, since he was pretty sure that if something was seriously wrong, then he would've been notified like he had been a month ago. But he still wasn't left with a sense of confidence after Scotty's arrival.
"Though given the way Scott's acting, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Maybe it's just in the shop or something," she said with a shrug, stepping into the CES. Looked average-forest-ish, which was just great, since every natural environment Shego was familiar with tended to be insanely hostile.
"If you're so worried then take a week off and go check it out, I'm not exactly gonna cry over your absence."
Really, then why are you acting like you're on the edge of your seat?
Lord, this talk again. Well I realized something, if you were really going to go the best I could do is try to keep you from feeling too guilty about it.
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I cracked and bought more space :C also, spam?
Spam - it's okay. I cracked with Kirk like. A day after I apped him
[Jim was early for once, tapping his foot against the deck as he waited for her, surprisingly full of energy since he hadn't really slept last night. But that was what happened when he was worried about the Enterprise and couldn't really do anything about it.
Hence this little journey to the CES, since he'd run for an hour and a half this morning and that hadn't helped at all.]
Spam - it's okay, he makes so many beautiful faces :c
She was a couple minutes late when she walked across the deck with Kirk's phaser tucked under her jacket. She'd checked it more times than she'd ever admit to, making sure that it had reverted back to its pre-flood programming.
"Hey."
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Spam - some people just have fabulous legs okay
Spam - they are pretty fab. he remembers them fondly :c
"You don't have any interest in serving aboard a Starship by chance, do you?"
Spam - I have absolutely nothing to say to that.
"Uh. Not so much. Besides which, I don't know if you noticed but I'm kinda lacking in transferable skills. Where did this come from?"
Spam - ... you miss his legs too, right?
"You can have Scotty's job. Since apparently you don't have to know anything about what's going on to do it."
Spam - she is 100% indifferent to his legs. and arms. and - you get the idea.
Spam - no I don't. no one is indifferent to him
"Though given the way Scott's acting, I wouldn't be surprised."
Spam - fine. she hates his legs. ew.
"If you're so worried then take a week off and go check it out, I'm not exactly gonna cry over your absence."
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Does it look bad if you fire your Chief Engineer before the first year of the mission is over?
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Jim, I'm sure the ship is fine. Hell, go back for a few days and check for yourself.
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I wouldn't come back if I leave now. I haven't decided if I want to do that to you and Shego yet.
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Yeah and I'm pretty sure that Shego would tell me to fuck off.
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