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spam for Bones
Oct. 13th, 2011 10:15 pm[Jim and Bones are just walking down the hall, with the intent of playing some awesome pool. Because Kirk is annoying sometimes and gets bored really fast and it's time to give Shego a break from bugging her.]
spam for Shego
Oct. 21st, 2010 10:20 pm[Alright so, the idea of giving Shego space because she pretty much said to him that she hated who he was now, kind of backfired. Alright, so it really backfired because giving her space more or less translated into ignoring her and Jim felt pretty guilty for that. So even though it made him borderline uncomfortable-- he knew he was keeping himself at a distance from just about everyone. That wasn't something he even tried to deny--he was just going to give Shego as much attention as possible this weekend.
By basically kidnapping her and sequestering her in his quarters.
This was going to be a long weekend.]
"So. Wanna make a costume or something?"
By basically kidnapping her and sequestering her in his quarters.
This was going to be a long weekend.]
"So. Wanna make a costume or something?"
look ma, I brought you a Vulcan
Apr. 13th, 2010 08:06 pm[ooc: lol uh, Kirk kidnapped T'Pol basically because she was talking the crazy and decided to bring her back to the other rebels to poke at. So this is open to Resistance. And it's a spam cause I'm lazy]
[Now that he got her back to one of their hiding spots, obviously not their main base of operation, not when he wasn't even sure what side she was on, Jim was at a loss of what to do with the woman that he'd stolen from the site of that wrecked vessel.
If she was the Master's, he wasn't going to count on the Master coming after her and she... wasn't really spilling any details. Nothing so far that would convince him either way, though if she was working for the Master, she was an excellent liar. He'd sent out messengers to tell the others to come take a look at her if and when they got the chance, to see what they could gather from this strange woman.
Jim leaned back in his chair and surveyed her for a long moment before gesturing towards her head.]
"What happened to your ears?"
[Now that he got her back to one of their hiding spots, obviously not their main base of operation, not when he wasn't even sure what side she was on, Jim was at a loss of what to do with the woman that he'd stolen from the site of that wrecked vessel.
If she was the Master's, he wasn't going to count on the Master coming after her and she... wasn't really spilling any details. Nothing so far that would convince him either way, though if she was working for the Master, she was an excellent liar. He'd sent out messengers to tell the others to come take a look at her if and when they got the chance, to see what they could gather from this strange woman.
Jim leaned back in his chair and surveyed her for a long moment before gesturing towards her head.]
"What happened to your ears?"
[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 itin 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~]
[ooc: Consider this the official start off to this plot. Kirk will flat out deny it
