captain james t. kirk (buckleup) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-07-27 00:00:00 |
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WHO: James T. Kirk & Seven of Nine
WHEN: backdated to after Kirk returns to normal
WHERE: their apartment
RATING: TBA
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Jim wanted out of this horrid uniform that the Qs -- this as their doing, wasn't it? -- had felt it appropriate to stuff him in when he came to after being prodded awake in that bar he frequented by the one of the locals. It had a Starfleet emblem on him, but the red theme and the way the pants poofed at the top of the boots...it wasn't anything that Starfleet was currently using or had used. Must've been from when he was the admiral version of himself, judging from what Nurse Chapel had told him. A fat future admiral version of himself. He could fit a small child where the uniform was gaping at his midsection.
He made his way to astrometrics, to what was now his permanent residence, according to the PDA. Not that he minded, he'd been practically living at Seven's anyway since he found out his dad was alive and in Colligo, when he'd flipped out and gone to the one place he knew no one would find him. Didn't mean he wasn't curious about who the hell was making these changes or assigning the rooms in the first place. Odd how he could hack the systems for the Kobayashi Maru test, but couldn't get into the network that was connected to the PDAs. It frustrated him like so many other things in this city.
Knocking wasn't needed. He never knocked, just let himself in and now wasn't any different. Shutting the door behind him, he rubbed at his eyes as he stepped into astrometrics.
"Sev?"