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[This is an accidental post. It only exists because Cooper pushed Kirk on top of his PADD, so for the first ten seconds, there's nothing to see but black but there is the clear sound of two men fighting somewhere in that darkness. There's the sound of punching! And grunts! And cursing! And Aristotle barking in the background!

They finally roll off the PADD so you get to see the ceiling! There's still the sounds of fighting until there's suddenly the pew of phaser fire and everything is quiet.

Kirk can be heard panting and cursing under his breath for about a minute, before he starts looking for his PADD to inform Kay about his unruly Inmate... only to discover that the stupid thing is already on. Fuckdamnitall. Kirk scowls at the thing for a few seconds, he's bleeding from the corner of his lip, his eye is already bruising and there's a another bruise forming on his jaw and he is not sorry :|]

He's just stunned.

Kay, I'd appreciate it if you came to get him out of my room.

Can someone stop by my room and check on my dog? Maybe even take care of him for a few days? Or a week?

[Private to Martha]

I don't know if you're the right person to ask about this, but how do you go about really dealing with PTSD? I've come to discover that Starfleet's overview of it is really shit and not helpful at all.

[Spammy spam for Shego]

[Kirk didn't really say a lot as he helped move Shego from the Infirmary to her room. There wasn't really a lot to say and he was still not entirely sure where this conversation was going to go. But it would be better to have it behind closed doors and where she was most comfortable, and where he could keep her from trying to make a run for it again. If it came down to that.]

"Home sweet home," [He announced after closing the door behind them.]