captain_jtkirk: (pouty pants)
James T. Kirk ([personal profile] captain_jtkirk) wrote2010-04-27 03:01 pm

.069 - this deserves to fail school

[Voice - there's a long pause at the beginning before Kirk starts talking. His voice is Very Carefully Controlled which means he's upset because his biffle is gone :c]

Doctor McCoy isn't on the Barge.

Just... for your reference.

[Another long, long pause and then Kirk cuts off the transmission. EVERYTHING FROM HERE ON OUT IS TEXT. But uh, feel free to spam harass him because lol he's probably drinking :|]

[Private]

[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Would wine suffice or are you in need of something stronger?

Private

[identity profile] lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn't my question because I know the answer already. And the answer is not that you're fine.

I know you're not.

What do you need?

[Private]

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
We can start with wine and see where that takes us?

[Private]

[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Whatever you wish, cherub.

Private - damnit woman. You leave him to his abandonment issues

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing because he's doing his damn job.

Private - NO! There's only one person allowed to be angsty at a time here!

[identity profile] lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm coming to see you, Jim.

Private - And that's him. Because he's the captain. So there.

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not letting you in.

Private - Whatever....FINE

[identity profile] lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't be a child.

I'll bring you a drink.

Private - fuck you really are getting to his alcoholism

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine but if it's bourbon, I'm throwing it at you.
Edited 2010-04-27 22:38 (UTC)

Private - It's the only way to deal with him!

[identity profile] lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
You know I wouldn't do that.

I'll be up soon.

[Private/Spam]

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Didn't I tell you not to call me that anymore?

Whatever, I'll come to your room.

[And let's say about ten minutes later, Kirk is knocking at your door.]

Private - you could sleep with him again. Also spam?

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright.

[Private/Spam]

[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[What is heard first is the sound of barking, followed by a firm command in French. The Marquis comes finally to the door, a small black ball of fur dancing in place behind him, clearly excited to have a visitor.]

Entre-vous, Captain.

[Renate scampers back further into the room when the Marquis pulls the door back to let him in.]

[Spam] - That would probably do more harm than good

[identity profile] lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[It wasn't long before she was at his door, knocking once and waiting impatiently with her hands behind her back.] Captain, it's Uhura.
with_discipline: (Wait let me consider this bullshit.)

[Private]

[personal profile] with_discipline 2010-04-27 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
But not what I would expect a friend to say of another.

[Spam] - I disagree.

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jim waited almost a minute before he went to answer the door, a naive hope that she'd just give up and go away. But that didn't really sound like Uhura, so he went to open the door for her. He stared at her for a moment before he sighed.]

"You know I was here for two months without any of you here. I'm not doing to die."

[Private/Spam]

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Merci." [Kirk manages a little cheeky smile as he steps into the room. He points at the dog and arches an eyebrow at the Marquis.] "I don't think her and I have been formally introduced."

[Private]

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's logical. I thought you'd like it.
yourunichase: (why)

[personal profile] yourunichase 2010-04-27 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Jesus fucking Christ.

[Spam] - Doesn't matter!

[identity profile] lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I should hope not.

[She stepped closer to him and looked up to him almost defiantly. She couldn't help her thoughts straying back to the port for a bit, however. No...she needn't think about that.]

But who says that I'm here for that? Maybe I just want to get drunk with you.

[Spam]

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're about as subtle as me sometimes." [Jim waved his hand at her and moved off to claim his chair at his desk. It shouldn't really be that surprising that he wasn't that talkative.]

[Spam]

[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[And he says it like such an American. The Marquis shuts the door behind them.]

Yes, of course. Renate, debout!

[And as she is a puppy and therefore not yet perfectly trained, she wiggles a little in place, doing little else beyond acknowledging that she's receiving attention. He shakes his head -- it's a new trick. He'll work on it later.]

A gift from this Christmas, and a constant companion since.

Private

[identity profile] lastconfessor.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
This may also come as a shock to you, Jim, but I'm good at reading people. I don't need to look into your eyes to know that you're not at least a little hurt by his absence.

But I won't press you to talk about it, if you don't want to. I would be more than happy to go to the pub with you, if you would just rather drink. Or if you want to spar, we haven't done that in a long while.
Edited 2010-04-27 23:11 (UTC)

[Spam]

[identity profile] lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[She walked in, her hands falling to her sides, empty.] I don't want to be subtle. I just wanted to see if you were lying. And you were.

[She paused.]

Jim, who else knows what you told me in the kitchen?

[Spam]

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shego." [Kirk bit down on his thumb nail for a few moments before huffing at her.] "But that's not why I'm mad. I'm not a girl."

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