James T. Kirk

[Sometime after dinner, before bed, in the middle of the night, way freakishly early in the morning, you get the idea, some people's journals were swiped and reprogrammed as a practical joke. The program will terminate itself by Friday morning, around breakfast time but until then, some of you might be experiencing... technically difficulties when you try to communicate with other people. Some of the pranked were planned and pretty obvious. Others were just random victims of James T. Kirk and Montgomery Scott, two of Starfleet's best. It's probably not immediately obvious who did it, especially if you were a random person, as they were as stealthy as possible, and the program itself isn't traceable.]


[ooc: Consider this the official start off to this plot. Kirk will flat out deny it in public for your reference. Obviously this stuff can be backdated if you run out of time today, or I have no problem extending it. Just ask. Have fun, dudes~]

Shego, was it?

James Kirk, your new Warden.

So tell me about yourself. Hopes, dreams, fears, whether your mommy gave you enough hugs.

Well, that was exciting. I've never lost my balls before. Any of you fine ladies care to help me celebrate their return? Kahlan? Janeway?

Also, Marquis, you okay? All your bits back in the right places too? See, told you that I wouldn't ignore you.

In the words of the great Mr. Scott: I like this ship.