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captain_jtkirk) wrote2013-05-07 04:26 pm
captain_jtkirk) wrote2013-05-07 04:26 pm
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.001 | video
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.
[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.
[spam]
He does get better than this. Or you get used to him. He's good really.
[spam]
And call me Jim. I'll behave I promise.
[spam]
[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.]
[spam]
[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.
[spam]
[Here, both of you, he's handing you a glass for the gin.]
[spam]
[She . . . doesn't actually sound that disappointed. But she will take that glass, thank you.]
[spam]
[Prefect says, taking the glass from Kirk.]
And then she rejected many other people and became your girlfriend. And you were extremely lucky.
[spam]
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?
[spam]
[She glances from one to the other, then smirks into her glass.]
There were. They were wonderful pirates.
[spam]
[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...
[spam]
[spam]
[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.
[spam]
[Then, to Kirk:]
I had very few pirate things. Mainly I was terrorized by the supernatural.
[And he takes the sullenest drink in the history of all drinks, from his gin.]
[spam]
Okay, but why were you pirates?
[spam]
And yet I was a pirate. Maybe coolness and piracy are connected more than you think they are.
As to why, I have no idea. It just sort of happened.
[spam]
[And yet his eyes are drawn inescapably towards Mal...]
...But what I learned from my life as an esteemed officer of her majesties royal navy, was that pirates usually don't wash and stink of grog all the time.
[Pause]
And it was a breach. They happen every few months.
[spam]
... right. I guess it's just something I have to experience then.
[spam]
Do I stink of grog? Be honest. [No, she doesn't, and she's impeccably clean, deal with it Prefect.]
Hopefully your first one will be as much fun.
[spam]
[Prefect daintily informs her, before finishing his glass and reaching for the bottle again.]
The last one you were here for, [He points to Kirk with the bottle, before filling his glass.] we all turned into actors, who played our real selves from a script.
Re: [spam]
You smell incredible. [He's just saying that to flirt because he's Kirk.]
Actors huh? That sounds horrible.
[spam]
[Zing, fucker.]