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[captain_jtkirk]

I'm not sure really, how many friends he might have had here but if you knew him, Derek Hale has left.

[Kirk thinks this has to be a record of how fast a person has been assigned an Inmate and then lost them but anyway.]

Who would I have to suck up to to get a look inside the engine room here? Totally innocent, I promise, I won't touch a thing. It's all for research.

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[inhistorybooks]

I can show you around. What kind of research?

[captain_jtkirk]

It's part of my thesis.

[inhistorybooks]

What's the rest of it?

[captain_jtkirk]

I think that a commanding officer won't be truly successful unless he or she knows as much, if not more, about how the mechanics of their ship as they do about the inter workings of the crew.

Private

[breakingmyheart]

He disappeared five days ago, has it taken you this long to notice?

[Simmer down, Tosh.]

Sorry, I --

Sorry.

Private

[captain_jtkirk]

That's not it.

I didn't want to announce it during a flood.

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[breakingmyheart]

No. Of course, that - that makes sense.

I'm sorry.

Again.

[A pause.]

I know it's not my business, but can I ask something?

[Private]

[itstopped]

Trip, uh, I'm pretty sure that's the warden that took over the ship. ...Before the other warden that took over the ship.

Private

[captain_jtkirk]

It's fine, really.

Ask away.

Private

[breakingmyheart]

What happened to Derek before he came here...was there any chance that he's gone home? That he isn't just...

[You know. Dead.]

Private

[captain_jtkirk]

I wish I knew.

Private

[breakingmyheart]

I suppose sometimes it's hard to tell.

Thank you.

Private

[captain_jtkirk]

I'm sorry.

Can, I uh.. get you a drink or something?

Private

[breakingmyheart]

I --

Yes, alright.

Thank you.

Private

[captain_jtkirk]

Meet you up by the pub in thirty?

Private

[breakingmyheart]

I'm working all day. How about tonight, after the dinner shift?

Private

[captain_jtkirk]

Yeah, alright.

Where do you work?

Private -> Spam

[breakingmyheart]

The library. And the kitchen.

I'll see you later, Jim.

[And really, after the average work day - walking around the massive library from morning to afternoon, then a few hours on her feet in a hot kitchen - all she wants to do is get back to her cabin and then fall into bed. Or onto her sofa, since she doesn't actually have a bed.

But being asked to spend time with someone voluntarily is so utterly fucking novel that it gives her a second wind, and after a quick shower she changes and goes up to wait outside the doors to the upper levels.]

NOT HERE

[logistical]

[This is an acceptable hobby, Captain, but if Spock expressed his approval you would likely backpedal out of it. Promise to share your results tho!! 8D]

[Spam] fight me

[logistical]

[A few hours after this message, there is a knock on the door.]

Captain.

[mightymorbid]

...I hope he didn't just go back to being dead, and I mean that.

spam

[captain_jtkirk]

[What's going to happen when he hits on her again?

Kirk's already there, not just because he doesn't have anything better to do but actually because he's fascinated by the view from the deck, which she showed him. There's really nothing like this back home, the view from the observation deck on Enterprise comes close but it's not the same.]

Hey you.

[Spam] /fisticuffs!

[captain_jtkirk]

[Is it weird that he knew it was you before you said anything? You have a specific knock, Spock.

Anyway. He goes to answer the door, nodding slightly at his XO.]

Spock.

[captain_jtkirk]

Me too.

[Spam] nerve pinch~

[logistical]

[Spock nods in return.]

I have a request.