captain_jtkirk | Entries tagged with we're repressing this

I'm sorry.

I imagine that isn't good enough for a lot of you but that's all I've got. I'm already in a cell and I hear a mop calling my name.

So... there's that.

( Privates to Trip, Shego, McCoy and an Open Spam )

If you don't stop putting this total garbage under my door, I'm going to open an online shop, which I will call 'Bobbi Sullivan's Underthings That She Left Around Set Like the Total Whore She Is'. Got it?

[ooc: So this is Chris Shatner. He's dabbled in other films/projects but the fans mostly just love him as this Kirk guy, so here he is, basking in that glory. He's maybe a little bit of a diva. About six months ago, he and Roberta Sullivan had a horrible, nasty break up and have since been yelling/threatening/being total asses to each other on set since. So this kind of post isn't anything new. Chris also Does Not Care for this shipping war bullshit and I'm totally okay with other people ribbing on him by putting fanfic under his door.]

I think we should do Mustache March.

It could be a bonding experience for us men of the Barge. And you ladies, if growing a mustache is something you want to do. No judgment. It's not like a sense of shame is something you hold on to for a long period of time around here.

And if you can't grow one, like Merlin or Tim, we can just draw one on you.

[Filtered to his friendly types. If you think you could be included, you are]

Doing okay?

[This is an entirely accidental post. Stupid haunted communicators.] --Ouch. [He totally drops the PADD now. Clang. Crash. Crack. Have some static and views of the floor, barge.]

What the fuck.

.... fuck this place. [And the feed cuts out.]

So I was thinking about it today. And I think that if we ever went to a planet of unicorns, that would be really cool.

Even if they won't come anywhere near me.

[Private to Dick]

You owe me being pathetic on your couch.

[Private to Shego]

CES?

[Private to Tosh]

I think we both need a drink.

There is no fucking way.

Fuck this again.

And fuck all of you.

I'm not him. I will never be him.

[Private to Shego]

You--[please don't be affected, please don't be Miss Go and know the bad Kirk :C] Where are you?

I'm not apologizing for anything, because it wasn't me and none of it will ever be me.

[He means the illegitimate child that was hidden from him because he isn't father material. Wah, this could really happen back home :c It's a sore point for him.]

But I will say, Dick you make a damn good partner, T'Pol we make fine looking children, I hope that a bullet didn't actually hit you Shego and Tim, that hat was ridiculous. Oh and if my ship ever gets equated to a bitchy horse again, I will commandeer this thing all over again and we'll see how you like it, Admiral.

[Kirk and Shego have the strangest conversations. And since he left in the middle of one, that is exactly where he's coming back, which is now gloriously broadcast to all.]

--ring dream that the Enterprise is being eaten by an octopus in space and for whatever reason, Tim is there and all he can say is 'that is so cool' like it's the realization of all his hopes and dreams. And I consider pushing him out of an airlock. Is that weird?

[Pausepause]

Shego?

Sheeeego?

It's rude to start ignoring me in the middle of a conversation, you know. We can start manners camp all over again.

Next year, I think I would enjoy just a cake for my birthday.

[Privates to T'Pol and Cissie, same message but you can't read the other's response]

I'm sorry.

( [Spam for Shego] )

[Edited later: Private to Cooper]

So you stole my phase.

[Private to Shego]

I'm sorry I propositioned you.

Again.

[Private to Tim]

I'm sorry I asked you to break up with Shego so I could sleep with her.

Well. There's that.

[Spock's gone. Uhura's leaving. And from now on, We Are Not Talking About It Ever :|]

So, Morgan. You think that was some kind of vision about our future together?

[Private to T'Pol[

You still have that weird Vulcan game to play?

[Private to Shego]

You gonna make the change to Mrs. Drake permanent?

I've always wondered what life would be like as a musical.

[He seems unaffected but that's a lie. He's humming The Beatles "Hello Goodbye" under his breath. Push him and he'll probably break into all Beatles songs ever.]

This is a flood right?

Angelica, I haven't thanked you for what you did for me last week. [Read: SAVE HIM FROM ZOMBIE DEATH] So here you go. Thank you and I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner.

Howie, I didn't know you could do that. [Read: STOLE MOTORCYCLES]

On another note, I may never eat clams again.

[Filtered to his friends - Enterprise crew, Tim, Cissie, Inara, even you Donny and Prentiss, if you've ever had a decent conversation with Kirk, he probably considers you a friend.]

Doing alright?

[Private to Shego]

Let's go for a walk.

Hey Shinzon. Whatever you're doing, you're not going to be doing it in five minutes. This is your warning since I promised I'd start doing those.

You don't happen to have a spare flask do you?

[ooc; Shinzon=Bones in this flood. HAVE FUN YOU BALD FREAK.]

I'm back. Any disasters--actually, lie to me if there was. I don't need to know.

If you're new here, then welcome. I'm Captain James T. Kirk and you're probably going to hate it here in a few months.

[Private to Shego]

You're graduating. This isn't negotiable anymore.

[ooc; I found a few free hours, so.. here you go, TLV. Have space captain back. Also I'm back from my hiatus c: ~~mostly~~.]

[Voice - there's a long pause at the beginning before Kirk starts talking. His voice is Very Carefully Controlled which means he's upset because his biffle is gone :c]

Doctor McCoy isn't on the Barge.

Just... for your reference.

[Another long, long pause and then Kirk cuts off the transmission. EVERYTHING FROM HERE ON OUT IS TEXT. But uh, feel free to spam harass him because lol he's probably drinking :|]

...

That never happened.

[Private to Shinzon]

I used you to work through aggression and problems that had nothing to do with you and for that, I apologize but I stand by everything else.

[Private to McCoy]

Thank you.

[Private to Kahlan]

What the hell did you do to me?