.030 - strikes readable

[captain_jtkirk]

I have never been more thankful to see this place. Or my pants.

Now, who did this? Who decided to put people in books?

Angel, don't tell me you sat on your ass for three days and have no idea. I'll put you on janitorial duty if this is the case.

And... I guess we owe some thanks to Bernard Black, was it? And some, but not as much because I think I'm still wet, to Shego. We're having at least two heart to hearts because of that stunt, missy.

[ooc: Since we haven't finished the action spam yet, going with a vague 'they walked through the forest and oh look there's Sam and Annie! And now they're walking again' plan. COOL? Any suggestions to the contrary?]

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Why do I have the feeling if you weren't parading around in a dress the whole time you would have considered the whole thing an 'adventure.'

[ooc; where are the english majors when you need them. they should know this shit.]

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

It's still an adventure.

The dress was a snag in the fun.

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

I rest my case.

I think the Admiral is trying to kill us, two damned floods and one right after another.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Why is there even a case against me in the first place?

I don't think that was a flood.

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

To keep you on your toes.

Then what the hell was it?

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

An evil scheme.

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Yeah, real diabolical. Damnit, I hope Martha and Peter didn't get sucked into this ridiculous ploy.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Why don't you ask them?

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

I plan on doing that now. God damnit, this couldn't have happened at a worst time.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I disagree. I'm sure that something could be worse.

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Come see me after you're done clucking around the sickbay?

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

This must be me with my endless optimism.

[Private]

Your cabin?

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I dunno where else I'd be.

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

The time I don't ask is the time you'll figure that one out.

All right, I'll be around in an hour or so.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

The gym?

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

The Infirmary floor?

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Do you have to bring that up?

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Yeah I know, low blow.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Now you have to bring me something.

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

You're a brat, you know that?

Fine, I'll surprise you.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Can it be food?

Cause I'm hungry.

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Go get yourself a dictionary and look up 'surprise' and 'patience.' It might do you some good.

Good bye Jim.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

If I go get a dictionary, then I won't be here.

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Use your PADD then, you're clever.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I'd rather play solitaire.

[action]

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

[It took a little longer than he had assumed, about an hour and a half given T'Pol and Sam. He heads down to Kirk's cabin, a covered bowl in one hand, the handles of two forks poking out. He doesn't bother knocking, just walks in, heading to the desk.]

That kitchen is a damned pig stye.