captain_jtkirk | Action Spam for Alice!Trekkies

[McCoy was mad, which was really more like a default mode for him at this point anyway, so as he stomped through the forest he was sure to mutter several phrases that would make the ensigns blush. He was wearing a suit- or something like it, an old fashioned thing with a vest and a coat and a long chain connected to a pocket watch- a pocket watch of all the antiques, in his pocket.

He didn't go far before he was greeted with the sight of the Enterprise's youngest Captain in a dress. He blinked once, crossed his arms and raised his brow.]

Is that an apron?

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[Jim crosses his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes a little bit.]

"Does that offend you?"

It gives you a nice homely look. [He rolls his eyes, walking over as he surveyed the area.] What did you do this time?

[Jim gestures down at himself wildly, like the dress explains how very much this is not his fault.]

"Bones, I dunno what kinda guy you take me for but blue dresses aren't really my style."

[Not for the first time, T'Pol regretted agreeing to be part of a crowd. Her first visit to the pub resulted in her transportation to a forest of some kind. Transportation was not abnormal in the least. Finding her clothes altered from her usual uniform to one of varying greens was absolutely abnormal.

So was the device she found herself holding: it looked akin to an early twentieth, twenty-first century hookah. Frowning at it in her own way - that is to say, not at all noticeably - T'Pol started through the forest, toward voices.

Finding Captain Kirk in a dress was also not something she expected to see. Arching an eyebrow, gazing between the doctor and the captain, T'Pol tapped her fingers against the hookah, which she held at her side.]

This is nonsensical.

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[When had he planned showing up in a forest? When did he change to this outfit? And why was he so tired? With a yawn, Chekov peered around a tree, pulling at the grey shirt he was sure he didn't own. He squinted and was sure he recognized faces, though... We wasn't going to make assumptions until he got closer.

So basically, you've got a sleepy-eyed Russian in the clearing, rubbing his eyes and blinking a lot at...] Keptin Kirk?

[Uhura was not amused. She had been taken to the pub, to drink when she knew that there were more productive things to be doing. And yet, it seemed fitting for them all to get together somehow. But now she was regretting it more than ever. Standing in a forest, sitting at a table that seemed ready for a party of some kind, she glanced around quickly, reaching for a weapon. Nothing.

Well, this wasn't good. She muttered a few choice words under her breath and looked down, causing a hat to fall from her head. A hat that she distinctly remembered NOT putting on. Further inspection read "In this style 10/6." Whatever that meant. She put it back on.

Not one to stay idle for too long, she began to through the woods, following a small path, before hearing voices in the woods. Cautious, she rounded past a tree before coming across her Captain...in...a dress?]

That's...not really your color, Captain...

"Really, I think the blue brings out my eyes."

[Kirk gives Uhura a dirty look for that, and one for T'Pol too because she was stating the obvious and he really doesn't think that's necessary.

He plants his hands on his hips.]

"Can we move on from the dress now? Like maybe to where the hell are we?"

[McCoy stared around, then at himself, then finally Kirk. What had that old story Joanna loved been? Alice in-]

You have got to be fucking kidding me. [He spat, throwing his hands in the air.] You're Alice. [He pointed sharply at Jim.] Fantastic, why not throw us for another loop? It's not like I have patients after spending four damn days as a hobgoblin for crying out loud!

[A hobgoblin. That's nice. Arching an eyebrow in the doctor's general direction - which covered the captain, too - T'pol looked down at the hookah she carried before studying the new attire of each of their party.]

Alice? [She asked mildly, lifting the body of the instrument she held to study it more closely, searching for an opening.]

[Chekov wasn't exactly sure what the name Alice had to do with anything, but he was sure there was something on the tip of his tongue from that comment. Alice, forest, seemed... Somewhat... Familiar...

And sorry guys leave a message at the beep, because he's now asleep, leaning against a tree.]

|| ooc - This is why I love this character (from the tea party scene, really.) Going to bed, feel free to skip me a couple turns or something, just pinch Chekov when you need him to say something and I'll get to it in the morning! ||

"I'm... what?"

[Kirk frowns at him because he doesn't like the sound of being the girl in this whole thing.]

"Who are you then?"

Alice. [He repeats like he's surrounded by idiots.] From that old story, Alice in Wonderland? Jesus, don't you people read. [Albiet he only knew it through Joanna but someone was in too grumpy a mood to care.]

[He glances down at himself before pinching the bridge of his nose.] I'm the White Rabbit, I'm guessing the Russian is the Door Mouse, Uhura is the Mad Hatter - [He raises an eyebrow at her before looking at T'Pol, noticing the hookah with a wry tone.] and our Vulcan friend here is the Caterpillar. It's a fantasy story Jim, like a kid's book.

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Lewis Carroll. [Vulcans are just too well acquainted with classic Earth literature, aren't they? She almost frowns at the hookah again, instead studying each position McCoy pointed out; they seemed to act their parts, if she was to judge by t he ensign. She did not like what she recalled of the Caterpillar's character.

Finding an opening in the device she held, T'Pol reached inside to pull out a bit of what filled it. As she understood it, tobacco was the usual drug in these water pipes; what she pulled out certainly was not tobacco. It was trellium-D. Unassuming, gray, it looked like a rock. The smell was obvious to her immediately, faintly sweet, cold. It triggered a variety of memories she'd left buried for years.

Eyes widening slightly, she dropped the piece of trellium back inside the hookah and closed its panel before crouching to wipe her fingers on the grass.]

A story about an inattentive girl, Alice, [she gave Kirk a look at that] who falls through the white rabbit's hole into Wonderland.

[Yes, Uhura knew the old...very old...story. She had come across it in her studies as a child, but had thought nothing of it, not until the Doctor had mentioned it. Never had a need to. Now she knew only the basics.]

But, that's not our problem. Now that we know WHO we are and WHERE we are... it would make sense to figure out how to get out.

[She looked over to Chekov, their little Door Mouse, and sighed, moving to him to make sure he was alright. So not only did they look like these characters, they also took up certain attributes. A glance to T'Pol made her frown.]

What happened?

[Okay, Kirk has heard of Alice in Wonderland. He didn't live under a rock, contrary to however Iowa looked on the surface.

But that doesn't mean he has any aspirations to be the damn girl.]

"Uhura, switch me clothes."

[His priorities were clearly in order.]

[McCoy ignored Kirk with a muttered 'idiot' before kneeling down beside Chekov as well. His hand went for his pocket, pulling out a pair of white gloves instead of his tricorder. He frowned, tossing them away and looking over Chekov himself.]

Looks like he's taking on some of the Door Mouse's characteristics. [He said, content that Chekov wasn't in any immediate health crisis though the thought was disturbing. He could feel a sort of nagging at the back of his head, that he was late damnit and if they didn't get off their asses soon he'd be in deep shit.

He sighed, running a hand over his face. That was it, after this he was going back to the damned Enterprise. Even that cursed ship had a more normal routine than the Barge.

He glanced at T'Pol, brow raising.] There's not something actually in that thing is there?

[Uhura rolled her eyes, moving away from Chekov when the doctor came to inspect him. It seemed for the moment that she was immune to any kind of...mad...characteristics, though she had a strange urge for tea. She hadn't had tea in forever and NOW she wanted it...oh. Well, now it was making sense.]

Alright. But I'm NOT changing in this clearing.

It is unlikely your clothes will fit each other. [Her nostrils were flared because she could still smell it, and she wanted it. For the first time in years. She was sure her fingers pulsed from the contact; both hands moved behind her back, one holding tight to the hookah, the other holding even more tightly to her wrist. She glanced at Uhura, then the doctor, debating silently.]

I was -[Surprised? Yeah, that's just setting off all kinds of alarms.] I didn't expect it to be filled. [With trellium.]

[And lo, a nonspecific booming voice speaks from the heavens! Unfortunately it doesn't have much constructive to say yet:]

"Keep the dress, Jimmy. The blue really brings out your eyes."

[Kirk starts a little bit, completely not expecting to hear a booming voice, telling him that the dress brought out his eyes much less. And then he peers at the sky suspiciously.]

"What the hell was that?"

[The same non-specific voice carries on in reply, and the underlining had distinctly no effect, so it's just a plain reading.]

"This is the outside world, speaking, Cap'n. Do me a favour and move the story along a little. Turn up to a damn teaparty or something and stop complaining about the dress. It looks lovely."

[Inwardly, Uhura was vaguely relieved. She had an intense desire to keep her hat, of all things, and gave Kirk a small grin.]

Well, that settles that.

[She kept her voice low, though, not wanting to make her relief obvious. Strange that a booming voice from the sky did not faze her as much as it probably should.]

"I'm not going to go any damn teaparty." [Kirk announces this firmly, hands planted on his hips again because he was really being firm about this.]

"We're finding a way out of here."

As if there was a question. [She can bring the hookah with her when they go, right? T'Pol glances upward vaguely.] And who, precisely, is it speaking from the outside world?

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Shego you are a bitch :c

...just like Bernard.

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