captain_jtkirk | .059 - video musings

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.059 - video musings

You know, a year ago I thought it was pretty cool that I have my own action figure. But now I have a lot of them, of people that I know pretty well and I think it's actually... really creepy.

This is someone's toy and you know they never stop at the action figures. What if there's a board game or footie pajamas or something? Tiny little backpacks with my face on it.

And what if we all have weird crap like this out in the universe somewhere? Some kid could be playing the Prefect game where you try and sell everything you own. Or you can hit a little inflatable head with a frying pan. Or you could be like some people here and rip shit up that doesn't belong to you. [Does he mean Trip or Tim? WHO KNOWS YOU BOTH RUIN HIS THINGS :|]

Shit, what if there's costumes too?

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Probably for the best.

You know, you're not really one to talk. Yours is in a tight catsuit that leaves nothing to the imagination.

...

My what?

Your action figure.

You have an action figure of me.

I got it when we were kids.

When you were a kid.

[SIGH.]

Show me.

Come over.

If you've got some kind of diorama thing going on I'm going to punch you once for being a nerd and then several extra times for being a creep.

I don't. [He does however have the Kirk and Shego dolls in a comprising position.]

[You monster. Knock knock, come open the door so you can get your beating.]

Edited 2012-01-12 23:44 (UTC)

[It's always unlocked, learn to let yourself in. But Jim went to answer it for her anyway.]

[She's got manners, bitch. Well, she hasn't, she just does it in the hope that you'll continue not letting yourself into her room.]

Oh-kay. I'm here.

Fat chance. Manners are for the weak.

"I see that," he remarked dryly, stepping aside for her. "They're on my desk."

Welp, time to go back to keeping her door locked constantly. She wandered over to Kirk's desk, noticing for the first time that he'd accumulated a collection - Dick, Tim, what she assumed to be Cissie - before finding hers and his in the most sexual position manageable with a limited number of moving joints.

She didn't comment. He thrived on disapproval. She just rescued hers and just stared at it, disquieted.

"You're actually right for once. This is creepy."

He did thrive on attention, so maybe he was a little disappointed that she didn't even comment on it.

"I bet you have a boardgame too."

"Kimmy, maybe. I'd bet more that you have a video game. Imagine: tens of thousands of 13-year-old nerds, sitting around getting their kicks out of pretending to be you."

Said Shego, not realizing her position as a playable character in a video game franchise that sold over one million copies.

"You'd be in her boardgame. Arch nemesis and all that."

She was going to insist that Drakken was the archnemesis but that wasn't an argument that would hold much water so she just frowned for a moment.

"Well, not any more. Dr. D's probably replaced me by now."

"So what if he has."

"I know. Who cares."

It's complicated, Kirk. It'd be like if you chose another mouthy green girl to be codependent BFFs with.

That wasn't a fair comparison, Jim totally cared more about her than Drakken did.

"You can keep your creepy action figure if you want."

She offered it back. "I'm good. You're obviously not gonna stop until you've got the entire population of the Barge hanging out on your desk."

"I think I'm moving them. I'm suddenly creeped out by the whole thing."

"Does that mean you'll be mad if I get you the footie pyjamas at port sometime?"

"I'll take them if you wear them at some point."

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