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Tweak says, "This is how we roll"

frigga doesn't have a favorite (aproudmother) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-12 20:22:00

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WHO: Amanda Grayson & James T. Kirk
WHAT: Amanda happens across someone that she simply can't ignore.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
WHERE: The streets of Colligo
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

All right, maybe she knew that she'd end up giving her son a heart attack if she kept doing this especially if she kept doing it in these circumstances, but the best course of action that Amanda could figure on was simply...not to tell him. Perhaps not the most honest course of action, but she couldn't stay locked up in her room all of the time nor could he accompany her every single occasion that she wished to leave her room. So the best plan for both of them was that Spock merely never find out that she had left.

It wasn't easy. Being on the same floor in the same building made it far too possible for them to run into each other in the hallway (something that she would have relished on any other occasion), and she had to get out of the building without being seen. She had waited until late in the day, making sure that lunchtime was well past, but that it was long before dinner when she poked her head out the front door of her apartment. George had already gone out, and she found the hallway thankfully vacant. Beating a hasty retreat to the first floor, Amanda made her way calmly out the front door and down towards the shopping district. Once she found herself well clear of the buildings, Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. That was one task down. Now, the other.

She had been craving chocolate for the last two days. It was a ridiculous desire considering the circumstances, but in the end, these things have to be satisfied somehow. She'd almost made it to the shop front when a familiar profile stopped her dead in her tracks, causing her to inch quietly to the side, hoping not to be spotted, until catching the profile full on helped her to relax. It wasn't George.

It was just Jim, George's son and the Captain to her son's First Officer. The information that she had was scarce, and the interaction that she'd had with him on the board brief, but this all served simply to make her more curious. Stepping out of the corner that she had inched toward to hide, Amanda strode over to him with a purpose in her every step, raising a hand to catch him attention with a wave.

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buckleup
2009-06-13 04:16 am UTC (link)

Restless didn't even begin to describe what Jim Kirk was feeling at the moment. As someone who didn't believe in no-win scenarios, the inability to find a proper solution to what was causing this deafening silence was frustrating him beyond belief. He was tired of having to sign or write to communicate--he wanted to be able to speak, dammit! He wanted his father to hear his voice and hear the man's in return. Jim had heard George's voice in numerous family and Starfleet recordings, but never spoken to him. Being around the man and hearing the man talk to him were two different things, the latter being something Jim had yet to experience.

He'd been bound for one of the nearby liquor stores to replenish his and Scotty's supply, when he caught sight of someone waving him down. He debated stopping, fearing it to be someone who was a fan of that awful 1960s television show, but despite his better judgment, halted and waiting for the person to come over to him

And was surprised to see that it was Spock's mother of all people. Jim opened his mouth to speak--and promptly shut it, raising a hand to wave at her awkwardly instead.

He hated this no talking, no hearing thing. Hated it.

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aproudmother
2009-06-13 04:45 pm UTC (link)

Well, now, wasn't he just adorable? And simply the spitting image of his father. Not that she would have said that out loud had she been able to talk. Children rarely appreciated it when you pointed out their similarities to their parents. They wanted to be their own person, understandably, and few people realized that it was impossible to escape potential reflections until they were much, much older. This one here was little more than a baby. God, he probably wasn't even as old as her son.

Sometimes she really had to wonder what Starfleet was thinking sending kids out to do such dangerous things.

Still. They were all safe and sound here. Well, as safe as they all could be with such weird things happening, but she hadn't seen anything dangerous yet so she wasn't about to assume that they were all going to die.

The realization hit her a second later, however, that seeing him meant that he could possibly rat her out. Well damn. How exactly was she supposed to make it clear that she was trying to fly under two very vital radars without being able to talk. Stepping over to him, Amanda reached out, snagging his arm and pulling him around until his back was to the buildings that she'd come from, holding a finger up to her lips. Not that he could have possibly been any quieter at the moment, but it was the first thing she could think of when it came to statements like "don't tell anyone."

A few moments of her free arm, and Amanda was attempting to signal, by pointing to herself and then moving it sideways in what she figured would be a sign for no, that she was never here.

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