captain_jtkirk | .001

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Okay, to save time, my name is James T. Kirk. I'm the Captain of the USS Enterprise. I've decided to come here as a Warden... to come back as a Warden?

[He has to ponder this for a moment.]

Honestly, I know I was here before but I must've been wasted the entire time because I don't remember any of it. So fill me in. What happened, what I'd do.

If you have no idea either, then hi. Nice to meet you.

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[Well look at that.

It's kinda weird that you call him comrade though.]

Your place or mine?

Usually we go to yours, because then you and Shego would share the bed afterward.

[and Prefect would have a nap in a stairwell on his way home.]

[That's... okay, so clearly he was sleeping with Shego. Whoever that is. Would it be too weird to ask for a picture of a girl he doesn't remember sleeping with?

Kirk gestures at him, come on then.]

Tell me more about Shego. [Is she hot?]

[Just gonna . . . poke her head out here, too.]

Hi. If you're going to talk in the hallways and have me be a part of this conversation, at least invite me in or something.

[Prefect has this moment of pure horror because who are you? It passes though, because... this is just one of those things that happens when he hangs around Kirk.]

Hello, Sister. Do you like gin?

[This is now a hallway drinking party? Like a block party but cooler.]

Yeah, come on in.

[Eyeballs Prefect.]

Not your sister.

[And, of course, brushes right past Jim into his room, because she damn well can that's why.]

[Prefect nips back into his room to grab two bottles of gin from under the desk, then he darts after her, ducking his head slightly as he passes Kirk, as if he's not entirely sure he's ready to meet the man's eyes and not see recognition or fondness there.]

[That's alright, Prefect, Kirk is kinda busy checking out Mal as she walks past him and into his room anyway.]

Do you two know each other?

[Don't do it too obviously, Kirk, or you'll experience pain.]

No. Unless I've missed something.

No. I don't think I know your name at all Si--

[No.]

Comrade.

[He's moderately obvious about it, it depends on if you pay attention, girlfriend.]

Then Mal, Prefect. Prefect, Mal. [Look at that, he's already introducing people he's so great.]

Or comrade? If you prefer that.

[She's paying attention. And looking for something valuable to break in a really obvious way. Over his head.]

Mal is fine. [Not Comrade, though it's better than sister.]

Can I help you with something, Captain?

[Prefect just sort of nods to her in greeting, before carefully handing over one of the bottles of gin.]

He does get better than this. Or you get used to him. He's good really.

[Kirk laughs and finally raises his eyes towards her face.]

And call me Jim. I'll behave I promise.

You'd better.

[This is a threat. She will poke your eyes out.]

Jim, then. I was promised gin. Is this a touching reunion, by the way? There's less hugging than I was given to expect.

[ . . . She might just be fucking with Prefect now, who knows.]

He doesn't remember me.

[Says Prefect, by way of helpful explanation.]

And I'm not comfortable with strangers touching me, so it's for the best that we don't.

You were going to tell me about someone named Shego?

[Here, both of you, he's handing you a glass for the gin.]

How unfortunate.

[She . . . doesn't actually sound that disappointed. But she will take that glass, thank you.]

She was your inmate.

[Prefect says, taking the glass from Kirk.]

And then she rejected many other people and became your girlfriend. And you were extremely lucky.

Edited 2013-05-09 01:35 (UTC)

[... well then.

Kirk pours himself a shot of gin, nodding slightly. Sleeping with his Inmate? That sounds like him. But if she was his girlfriend... that.. he doesn't know what to think.]

It sounds it. [He takes a healthy drink here.]

So there were pirates?

[Fraternization. Interesting.]

[She glances from one to the other, then smirks into her glass.]

There were. They were wonderful pirates.

Were you a pirate?

[Prefect asks, genially, pouring far too much gin into his own glass, and going to plop down on the nearest comfortable surface.]

I was cursed, so I spent the best part of it staggering around with my eyes closed...

Edited 2013-05-09 10:30 (UTC)

The best part of what exactly? What happened?

Of course I was a pirate.

[As though this should be obvious.]

Normal pirate things. I was shot at. There was treasure. Maybe there was treasure, I was busy being shot at.

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