Jim Kirk (
smartass_captain) wrote2015-09-23 03:21 pm
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Scientific Progress goes 'Boink'
There's a message stuck to a door, last door on the left of a certain apartment complex in a certain New York. It's replicated paper, definitely a different sort of feel to it than one would expect in 2013.
Paper isn't the preferred message delivery device in the 2250s. Replicated paper and replicated ink.
Clint
Head to my place when you get this. Bring Ver.
Bones knows you're coming, he'll get you where you need to go. Don't bring your bow, we're not leaving home.
See you soon hopefully,
Jim
((Feel free to post without me until you guys actually get through the door to the Enterprise. I'm stuck in training/meetings and won't have another solid break for 2.5/3 hours from now. Will post actively after that time.))
Paper isn't the preferred message delivery device in the 2250s. Replicated paper and replicated ink.
Clint
Head to my place when you get this. Bring Ver.
Bones knows you're coming, he'll get you where you need to go. Don't bring your bow, we're not leaving home.
See you soon hopefully,
Jim
((Feel free to post without me until you guys actually get through the door to the Enterprise. I'm stuck in training/meetings and won't have another solid break for 2.5/3 hours from now. Will post actively after that time.))
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"I dunno, the way our luck goes, you might want that speech on stand-by," Clint half-jokes.
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"What makes you think I don't always have a couple ready for you?" She's totally serious. She's bossy and a planner, of course she's got a couple good generic "I told you so"s waiting.
"Ready to go?
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Clint laughs. "What, you were a girl scout? Be prepared, an' all that? Yeah, I'm ready." Downing the last of his coffee, he gets the door.
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Back to the Nexus?
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"Is... is that safe?"
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It will take him a couple tries to get it right--since it lacks a proper control switch the magic way to open the door is to slip his hand against the glass about a third of the way up the door from the floor.
Right about laying down on the floor reaching up level.
Don't think about that too hard. Really, don't. You are? Too late then. You can't un-know that little glimpse of trauma.
The good news? The door does finally open. As in, lets them onto the ship instead of just stuck in the radiation blast door area. Engineering is much the same as it was the last time Clint was here--full of jeffries tubes and the constant hum of the engines.
That little guy from before shows up in short order, pulling his goggles off to stare at him with large black eyes. That's not a window, Clint didn't come in through a window, and this little guy thinks you're an idiot, Barton.
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The little black-eyed fellow gets a smile from her. "Hello. I'm Verity."
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He wants to lead her over to the comm station with all the lights and buttons she wont understand. Then he runs off. But not for long! He comes back with a toolbox, heavy enough to have him leaning over while he carries it. It gets set down and he hops up on it.
So he can reach the controls. He pushes a couple buttons and then motions to Verity and Clint too, if he's there.
"This is Medical, y'all better not have had another 'minor explosion' or so help me god...." Oh hey Clint! it's Bones' voice!
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Ah, a comm station. Useful. The little guy gets a grateful head-pat. "Hello. Jim. Um. Captain Kirk" and boy is it hard for her to say that without sounding sarcastic "asked us to drop by."
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Keenser makes a noise that might be a chuckle at Clint's expense.
"Christ, already? Swear Jim just got back from puttin' the message out. Alright stay there. And don't you or your ladyfriend touch nothing. McCoy out."
The little guy, Keenser, nods when the comm goes silent and hops off his toolbox. There's a long blink while he stares up at Verity and Clint, then he shakes Verity's hand and grabs the box to get back to work.
It's not his job to babysit weirdos who come out of the Radiation door.
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"It's so... retro. It's like what people thought the future would look like in the 60s. Oh man, does this make Jim a hipster?" There's opportunity for such mischief in that thought.
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They've done quite a few tests since the last time. Bones doesn't trust anything especially in space, with Jim Kirk's health. He's in his Science Blues instead of scrubs, which is at least some sort of comfort.
No emergencies in Medical in the last few hours.
"Barton, isn't it?" Leonard's perpetual annoyed scowl lifts somewhat at the sight of the purple haired woman standing next to Clint looking just as much out of place. "Miss." His drawl gets a tad more pronounced, and his tones less borderline about to punch faces.
"You make it through okay? No fever like symptoms?" He turns to Verity then, all business. "No allergies or shortness of breath? Neither of you are sick, right? Last thing I need is goddamn 2013 diseases spreading on this goddamn ship."
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She offers a hand to shake if he's not too afraid of cooties. "Verity Willis. I'm from 2015, so that's a slightly different set of things to be paranoid about." Sorry Bones, nobody escapes the sass. "I feel as healthy as I ever do. You're... Bones? I've heard good things about your fancy future medicine."
He's welcome to turn that handshake into a pulse check. She's an exceptionally healthy young woman, physically. "So how many tests do I have to endure before you let me see Jim?"
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"The note seemed kinda urgent... for a note stuck to my door, anyway."
Let's try this again.
"Leonard McCoy, miss. I'm here to make sure everyone stays some semblance of put together on this tin can full of germs." Clint gets a brief nod. He half expected Barton to come back carrying his legs in one arm.
Don't ask how Clint would be hypothetically walking. He's a doctor not a novelist.
Both of them get a firm yet brief handshake.
"Jim'll be glad to see you two, which means I may get some work done without being bothered every ten minutes. Let's get out of here,I can't stand being by that door."
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This is strange for her. She's starting to act like a normal person.
"So he is always that hyper?" That's good to know. At least she doesn't have to worry it's too much sugar or coffee because she does love piling both on when she can.
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"Has he, uh, seen a therapist at all? I know a couple'a times I died, talking helped." Oops. That was an overshare.
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They're not heeding any direction Clint remembers form the last time he was here. Medbay is skipped entirely and so are the crew quarters. The doctor goes rather quiet rather quickly when the topic of dying comes up. He's not even scowling. If anything, he seems kind of at a loss.
"I don't talk about my patient's medical history, kid. But if you're Jim's friends, I will say this. He don't open up to anyone. Best not to take it personal." He doesn't talk about it any more than that.
Everything in the future is lights and
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Clint, stop being meta, you're bad at it.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qnd-hdmgfk
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Carl Sagan is my spirit animal
Mine's a honeybadger.
I got a rock. No, wait, a fox (it wandered off for a while).
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http://tinyurl.com/o2ouqxv
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What sexual position says 'I'm sorry for your loss?'
Cunnilingus. Not that he's going to get to practice on her. :P
Definitely not. They're family now. Weird family, but what other kind would they have?
They're not THAT kind of hillbilly family.
Thank goodness
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We're all Trekkies we already know.
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Nobody knows except everybody knows.
The First Rule about Cuddle Club is: you don't talk about Cuddle Club
The Second Rule of Cuddle Club is: you don't wear anything sharp or chafing.
Jim's idea of a pillow fight is to put a pillow on someone and then punching them
That's 50% less fun and 72% less sexy.
Wait, so smothering and punches still has some room on the fun and sexy scales?
Everything is sexy if you do it right.
People have some weird kinks.
Fair enough. Who am I to judge?
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Awww :(
Poor puppy.
He's so wrong.
He'll learn. <3
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