captain_jtkirk | .074

I'm sorry.

I imagine that isn't good enough for a lot of you but that's all I've got. I'm already in a cell and I hear a mop calling my name.

So... there's that.

[Private to Trip]

That apology mostly goes to you. I betrayed your trust more than most.

I don't know how to make it up to you, but if you have ideas I'm all ears. Or if you want nothing to do with me that's understandable.

[Private to Shego]

We have to talk about this sometime. I can wait until the end of my time down here but we need to actually talk.

[Private to Bones]

Can I ask a favor?

[Open Spam for Wardens/Supervised Inmates]

[Kirk isn't really doing much in his cell. Reading on his communicator or playing a game of solitaire on it to help pass the time. Five days was going to seem like a lifetime since it hadn't already been one and he was bored. So really, he'd welcome the distraction of someone coming to visit, whether to check up on him or yell, he didn't care.]

[ooc; Multiple threads are welcome on the spam. Feel free to date it anywhere between today and day five of his incarceration.]

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Alright. Be right down.

[And after grabbing the sweats and some other stuff, tossing it all in a duffel bag, Bones is heading down to Zero to see Kirk. He still looks a little hungover, or at least 'I recently got over a hangover', and passes the duffel through the bars.]

"Why the hell didn't you bring spare clothes with you?"

[Kirk gave a rolling shrug.] "I travel light?" [Remember Bones, you met him while moving across the country with nothing but the clothes on his back, which had blood on them if you recall.]

[Yes, he remembered. Turning point of his life and all that destiny bullshit.]

"Packed a tooth brush and some deodorant, too." [Bones was a mom, hush.] "How're you doing?"

"Okay, I guess. You look like you had fun."

[McCoy just stared at him for a couple seconds, halfway between angry and worn out.]

"I got shitfaced trying to call my daughter because the damn signal wouldn't get through. Arya found me."

[Jim winced a little bit, because in his mad dash to contact Starfleet, he kind of overlooked that Bones wouldn't be able to call anyone either.]

"I'm sorry Bones."

[There was sort of a moment where he wanted to say he should be. He was tired and his head hurt and it wasn't even like this wasn't Jim's fault. He'd picked Risa, he'd picked their universe. He'd run off to contact Starfleet and left McCoy chasing after an asshole little kid who clearly didn't give much of a shit about him.

But he couldn't really bring himself to hold it against Jim, so he just shrugged, not really looking at him.]

"You didn't cause the interference."

"In a roundabout way, yeah. That had the Admiral written all over it."

[He shrugged a little.]

"Still wasn't you."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Are you?"

"Probably. As two people have pointed out, I'm probably still here because the Admiral has a massive crush on me."

"Maybe." [He sighed, frustrated, and kind of resenting having to have this conversation on two sides of a cell.] "Anyone recognize you?"

"Maybe one or two. I stayed out of the way mostly."

"Smart." [The last thing they needed was some weird time paradox or whatever, with actual Starfleet officials wondering why the hell they were here instead of with the Enterprise.] "I think I maybe got through to Arya a little bit."

[That caught Kirk's attention faster than anything else he could have said. Something like hoped fluttered around his chest.] "Really?"

"Yeah." [Don't get too excited, she's getting canon updated and forgetting all of this eventually. :c] "I yelled at her about family a little. Hopefully something'll actually stick this time."

[And Kirk will cry for days]

"I'll keep my fingers crossed."

"I'm sorry she's been such a pain in the ass."

"She's a kid. I was worse, so I can't really fault her for that." [But he can still dislike it immensely.]

"You still send the cops after her."

"Well she's also an annoying kid and probably would've broken some laws."

"You're an asshole with a grudge against a twelve year old." [He said it like he was making an observation or stating a fact, rather than accusing him or getting angry. Hell, if he was in a better mood, it might have even sounded like a joke.]

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