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Tweak says, "Is that a sandwich?"

captain james t. kirk (buckleup) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-26 23:56:00

Entry tags:

!closed, james t. kirk (xi), seven of nine

CHARACTERS: James T. Kirk, Seven of Nine
LOCATION: hallway of Building A's third floor
TIME: mid-afternoon
NOTES: N/A

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At first, he hadn't minded this place much. Irritated that he was stuck here, but confident that between him, his crew, and the other Starfleet Personnel here, they'd find a way out. Now? He was starting to hate it and the set of clothes he'd found in the drawers in his room were not helping matters. He looked like a fucking teenager wearing this, but his uniform was starting to reek of sweat and alcohol and he'd been in it for more days than anyone should ever wear the same set of clothing.

Jim was cursing under his breath as he shoved his communicator in one of the back pockets of his jeans and shoved the phaser in one of the side pockets, rolling his eyes and muttering, "Of course," when it didn't fit all the way and stuck out in a way that made it obvious he was armed.

He slammed the door shut behind him after gabbing the money he had left from that original $100 and shoving it in the other pocket, all but stomping down the hall--

And nearly colliding with someone.

Jim brought himself back to reality as he sputtered, "Sorry, I'm in sort of a rush to--"

Okay. So, maybe today was starting to look up for him, he mused as he grinned at the person he'd nearly collided with.

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nolongerborg
2009-05-27 12:10 am UTC (link)

With little else to do and with no real concept of hobbies like most had, Seven had started in on a rather daunting task yet one that fascinated her nonetheless. She was scanning every section of the building in which she resided in order to upload it to her regeneration chamber so she could better analyze her surroundings while 'asleep'. Perhaps not the most entertaining of things to do yet she was enjoying herself in her own way. It was certainly interesting, at least, to see the various readouts that her tricorder was providing.

Making her way steadily down the hallway, her attention was focused on the scan she was taking rather than anything around her. Fortunately her cortical implant alerted her to someone's approach and she paused just in time to avoid a near-collision. Her attention slid upward, one eyebrow arching slightly as she at long last met the man who had opted to give her a rank and official position within his crew.

"Captain Kirk," she stated simply by way of greeting as she lowered her tricorder to her side. "A pleasure." Stepping aside to give him ample room to pass, she added, "You have stated you are in a rush. By all means, do not allow me to slow your progress."

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buckleup
2009-05-27 12:28 am UTC (link)

Her response baffled him, to say the least. It was flat, yet respectful and spit out in a way that he would expect the computer to--or Spock. Jim eyed her ears, just to make sure she wasn't Vulcan, but was faced with a set of perfectly-shaped, rounded ears. It took him a moment to notice that there was a Borg implant below one of her ears or that there was one cradling the edge of one of her eyes in place of an eyebrow, for the oversexed captain saw beauty first and flaws later; though he wouldn't necessarily call the implants imperfections, for to him, they only seemed to accent her looks in a way that made her look near...exotic.

"What's that you got there?" He asked, gesturing to her tricorder and ignoring her previous statements.

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nolongerborg
2009-05-27 12:39 am UTC (link)

Seven's expression flickered briefly to one of mild shock. Had he not said hew as in a rush? Perhaps, she decided, it had simply been an excuse for why he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going. The Doctor had explained such a thing to her before - the desire of individuals to not appear so self-involved as they actually were lead them to state falsehoods in order to explain their behavior. It seemed odd, using a lie to cover poor etiquette, but many things that people did seemed odd to Seven.

Glancing down at the tricorder in her hand, she answered flatly, "It is my tricorder. I have preoccupied myself with scans of the building in order to better survey my surroundings while I am regenerating." She paused a heartbeat before adding, "It seemed an efficient way to spend a portion of my afternoon."

Realizing that this was a perfect opportunity to engage in social conversation, she hesitated a heartbeat before asking, "Would you care to see it?" Recalling from her studies of the era he was from, she knew that her device would likely appear a bit more advanced than what he was used to. Perhaps even doubly so given her additional modifications courtesy of Borg technology. With that thought in mind, she held the device out for him to see as she rather thought his answer would be a definitive 'yes'.

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buckleup
2009-05-27 01:00 am UTC (link)

Her tricorder looked nothing like it should...but, he surmised, it wasn't really supposed to. She was a good hundred years in his future and from an alternate version of the timeline, no less. Of course it didn't look right to him. He had seen similar technology, though, in the other Spock's ship, but hadn't had much time to look at it as he had needed to get out of there before his Spock dragged the truth out of him and see to rescuing Admiral Pike.

Jim feigned stupidity a lot, but he was far from it. Having a genius-level IQ wasn't something he liked admitting, oddly enough, even to flaunt in the faces of those he wanted to make feel inferior. The fact that he'd gained captaincy of the Federation's flagship at twenty-five after only three years at the Academy did that trick well enough all ready. There was no need to label himself a nerd on top of it all.

Still, his eyes lit up a bit in honest curiosity, momentarily detoured from paying attention to his overactive libido. "Yeah," he breathed and reached for it, opening it up and using it to scan the first thing in front of him--her.

"...you really aren't entirely human. Least not according to this thing."

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nolongerborg
2009-05-27 01:18 am UTC (link)

Seven merely blinked, having not expected such a statement from him. She thought they'd already covered this particular topic when she'd attempted to explain why giving her a field commission was not necessarily a good idea. Clearly, though, he either hadn't believed her or simply hadn't understood. She assumed the latter.

"No, I am not," she replied. "I was Borg." She said it as though that explained everything and, to her it did. Yet she also understood that he simply couldn't understand it the same way others from her time did. He had yet to encounter the Borg and therefore had no true concept of just what it meant when one was assimilated into the Collective.

"Borg technology makes up a percentage of my physiology," she went on to explain. It really was something that he needed to understand, if she was to serve with him. "I do not sleep as humans do. I am stronger, faster, and adapt more easily to adverse conditions. My health remains in peak condition due to the nanobots in my body and, should my supply to food and liquid cease, they would also serve to provide me with nutrients until an alternative source could be located."

Eying him unabashedly, she reiterated, "I was Borg, Captain. As I stated before, it is a concept which is near impossible for anyone who has not encountered the Borg to truly comprehend."

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buckleup
2009-05-27 07:48 am UTC (link)

"Captain," Jim echoed, shutting the tricorder and handing it back to her. He plucked at the hem of the black shirt he wore over the white, long-sleeved undershirt. "Does this look like a uniform, Lieutenant?" He used the field commission rank he'd given her in a teasing manner, beaming at her to show that it wasn't meant as a serious reprimand--something he hoped she understood. "Please, call me Jim."

Hopefully she would obey that request. He liked his rank, yes, and very much so, but there was just something about the way she said it--with too much respect, perhaps--that just bugged him while he wasn't wearing that gold shirt. "When I'm not in uniform or on Starfleet business, it's Jim," he repeated, feeling that he needed to. Not because he didn't think she understood, but more to clarify. Just in case.

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nolongerborg
2009-05-27 10:27 am UTC (link)

Ah. Familiarity. The concept wasn't necessarily a foreign one to Seven - far from it - but it wasn't one she was entirely comfortable with either. Especially when it came to someone she didn't know. And especially when it involved a Starfleet Captain. Too much respect for Captain Janeway made such a thing near impossible.

"I am... uncertain if I am fully comfortable with such informality," she began, the discomfort clear for anyone who could read her still nearly-aloof expression. Still. He was the one in charge and she usually only opted to argue with someone in his position when she knew for a fact they were wrong and she was right. As this wasn't that sort of situation, that option simply didn't apply.

So after a brief pause she added, "However, you are the commanding officer and I have agreed to follow your instructions. Therefore, I see no choice but to comply... Jim."

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buckleup
2009-05-27 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Not fully comfortable with such informality? Jim didn't get it--didn't get her. He wasn't in uniform. There were no stripes or pips or patches anywhere on his clothing that displayed his rank; he wasn't in his style of uniform, the style he'd seen Ezri Dax in, or any of the variants he'd seen in that awful Star Trek series that was supposed to be about them. What was so informal about calling someone who was off-duty by their first name if the person being addressed as such was comfortable with it?

Jim sighed, lifting a hand to run his fingers through the short, rusty-blonde locks. "Look, Seven, I may be the Captain of the Enterprise and the highest-ranking guy here, but not all the time. Even Starfleet officers have downtime to just be themselves. Right now, I'm just Jim. Not Captain Kirk. Jim."

He smiled at her when she agreed and used his nickname (no way in hell was anyone, save his mother, allowed to call him James); it was an honest, genuine smile and not one of the smug grins he normally wielded. "Good," he said. "Glad we're understanding one another. Now, you hungry or just going to let those nanoprobes of yours provide you with sustenance?"

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nolongerborg
2009-05-27 11:36 pm UTC (link)

I do not require any form of sustenance at this time. That was her first thought, and very nearly the words that passed her lips. However a conversation she'd had before, on Voyager, with The Doctor stuck out in her mind. Or more specifically, advice she'd been given in regards to just this sort of situation.

When the Captain invites you to dinner, it's rude to decline no matter how hungry you may or may not be.

Not wanting to seem rude to someone who had, for all intents and purposes, accepted her into his crew as easily as Janeway had done, Seven tilted her head forward slightly as she answered, "A meal will be sufficient. I... appreciate the invitation." It was obvious that, while she meant what she said, she was still somewhat uncomfortable with the thought. However unlike Janeway, would would have instantly understood that was simply due to the fact that Seven was uncomfortable in a great many social settings, anyone who wasn't familiar with the complexities that the woman faced in such scenarios might think something entirely different.

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buckleup
2009-05-27 11:49 pm UTC (link)

Something told Jim she was accepting out of a need to be avoid appearing rude rather than wanting to honestly accompany him to lunch. He wasn't about to complain. Either way, he was being granted the pleasure of having quite the smokin' blonde sitting across from him for his viewing pleasure as they ate.

He walked past her and down the hall, assuming she would follow. "So," he said as they neared the stares. "What kind of sustenance do you favor, Seven?"

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