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captain james t. kirk ([info]buckleup) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-26 04:45:00

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Entry tags:!closed, james t. kirk (xi), joanna mccoy (xi), nyota uhura (xi)

CHARACTERS: James T. Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Joanna McCoy
LOCATION: Building A, 3rd Floor, Room #302A
TIME: After Joceyln arrives and Bones has gone off drinking.
NOTES: Mild drinking and swearing--yes mild, there's a child in here. :|

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If this had been a month ago, Jim would have already located Jocelyn Finch and broken that bitch's nose on behalf of his best friend, but captaincy was changing him--something he noted with an irritated huff as he strolled out of the small market that was, amazingly, still open at this hour. He had a case of beer tucked under one arm as he turned in the direction of the apartments, with a plastic bag hanging from his fingers. He didn't have the slightest clue what a child like Joanna McCoy liked in soda--or if she even liked soda at all--but he'd grabbed something clear in the form of Mountain Dew and something dark in the form of Dr. Pepper. Hopefully she liked one of the two. He wasn't the daunting type, but it didn't feel right to grab beer for him and Uhura and not get anything for the child.

"Beer for me and Uhura," he said with an amused snort at the irony as he pushed open the door to her room, setting the beer and sodas down on her bed. "Under the television," he muttered to himself, moving towards the television--but stopping as the dresser caught his attention. Jim really shouldn't, but his perverted sense of curiosity got the better of him and he busied himself momentarily with sifting through her linens, before remembering that he was supposed to be doing something that didn't include looking through his communications officer's underwear.

Stuffing a bra he'd picked up out of the drawer back in it, he closed it and moved to the TV, picking up the stack and--

"What's this?"

There was a DVD sitting off to the side, previously hidden by the stack, all by it's lonesome. Jim picked it up and his eyes went wide as he found himself staring at the partial image of a face--albeit aged somewhat--that looked a lot like his...and the face of another man he didn't recognize. "Boldly go. Two captains, one destiny. The torch of adventure is about to be passed," he read aloud from the cover.

Jim didn't have time to read the back, so he merely set it in the bag with the other DVDs along side Joanna's sodas and gathered the beer back up. Leaving Uhura's room and the second building, he went to McCoy's in the first, knocking on the door with his free hand.

Again, another change in him. Knocking was something he used to not do.


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[info]talentedtongue
2009-05-26 04:55 am UTC (link)
Uhura had given up on trying to reason with Joanna. Anything that she had said had simply been shot down, and some of the arguments, she had to admit, she simply couldn't counter. Now, she had just slumped in exasperation against the door, her head resting on the cool wood until she heard the knock coming from the other door. About time. She really was a hopeless babysitter. She'd probably be just as hopeless of a mother (not that those were thoughts that she wanted to even contemplate), and right now, she needed a distraction from her sheer lack of ability to parent.

For once, the face of James T. Kirk was a welcome sight.

"Took you long enough," Uhura said, the words scathing, but the tone anything but as she reached out, taking the bag of DVDs and one of the cases of soda so that he didn't have so much to deal with. "Have any trouble finding everything?"

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[info]buckleup
2009-05-26 05:07 am UTC (link)
His expression betrayed him to something he hoped she didn't pick up on as he grinned and said, "Not at all. Everything was right where it should be," and sat the beer down. The room was neat--something he should've expected. This was Bones after all and his living habits were just as neat and organized and spotless as he kept sickbay; something Jim had grown accustomed to during their time at the Academy when he spent many a nights passed out on the floor of Bones' room in the med student dorms after drinking himself stupid for one reason or another.

Now it was Bones who was out getting trashed out of an inability to deal with a reality he didn't want to face and while Jim knew he should be tending to the man, someone had beaten him to the punch. He wasn't sure Kaylee Frye could handle a drunken Leonard McCoy, but was confident that Scotty (or, perhaps, the female engineer herself) would contact him, should Bones get out of hand. It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to pluck his best friend out of a bar thanks to Jocelyn, but it was usually due to their wedding anniversary or the anniversary of their divorce or Joanna's birthday--not the woman showing up somewhere he was.

He gestured to the sodas. "I figured she might want something." Jim looked around. "Where is she, anyway?"

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[info]talentedtongue
2009-05-26 05:14 am UTC (link)
Uhura nodded towards the bathroom with a sigh as she sat the sodas down and sorted through the bag to find the first series DVD (but mostly to keep from looking at him so that he couldn't see how much this was bothering her), "She's still got herself locked up in there," She said, frowning heavily. "I haven't been able to say anything that will convince her to come out. She's a smart kid. Half the arguments she's given me, I can't really counter," She said, popping the DVD out of the case and kneeling in front of the primitive technology. It had taken her forever to figure out how to fiddle through all of the menu settings with that absolutely hopeless remote and all of its buttons to get to what she had needed. She just hoped that she remembered how to do it again.

"And I'm not her Mommy or her Daddy, so I can't tell her what to do," Uhura said, her tone a perfect imitation of the final and desperate declaration that had been aimed at her before she had given up on convincing Jo that sulking in the bathroom wasn't going to do anyone any good.

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[info]buckleup
2009-05-26 05:23 am UTC (link)
"She's a McCoy," he found himself saying, "she's genetically engineered with the ability to talk a situation to turning in her favor." How many times had Bones talked him into something he'd later questioned, anyway? Who the hell knew.

Jim probably should've tried his own hand at coaxing Joanna out of the bathroom, but something told him he'd be unsuccessful. She wasn't a member of his crew or even a registered passenger on the Enterprise and he seriously doubted she would listen to an order given using the excuse that she was his CMO's daughter. No, he wouldn't be of any help in that department and there was nothing nice he had to say in regards to the girl's mother if the topic of Jocelyn was brought up.

"God knows I ain't a parent," he said, tacking on in an attempt at humor, "hopefully." Though, honestly, with how many girls he'd slept with at the Academy and back in Iowa, there was no telling.

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[info]talentedtongue
2009-05-26 05:36 am UTC (link)
"I'd give that statement a hundred to one odds. Probably a thousand to one is a better estimate," Uhura said, grinning over at him as soon as she had the disk inserted and pulled up before glancing back at the bathroom. "Still. I really hate to just leave her sit in there. I can understand that she wants to be alone right now, but it's a rather horrible place to try and get some solitude," She said before flopping down on one of the beds. But even then, they couldn't do anything about it. And bribing her with warm soda didn't seem like an idea that would work. So they might as well do what they had come here to do.

Fiddling with the buttons, Uhura finally got the episode selection menu to come up like she had last time and glanced over at him, "Do you want to start at the beginning or pick and choose? I didn't go through them too extensively already."

Truth was, she'd started with that Generations movie, just to know how bad it was. And the last thing she was going to tell him was what happened in that muchless that she had cried when it happened. Just too noble and too him even if it wasn't his face.

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[info]buckleup
2009-05-26 05:59 am UTC (link)
Too bad there weren't any refrigeration units in these dorm-like rooms too chill the soda for the girl if she decided she wanted one--or their beer, for that matter, but Jim didn't have much of an issue with drinking beer that wasn't as chilled as it could have been. Warm beer was better than no beer.

Despite himself, Jim went to the bathroom door and knocked on it, "There's soda out here if you're interested." He left it at that, confident that asking the girl to come out wouldn't do much good. She was a McCoy, after all. There was no reasoning with them.

Jim plopped down on the edge of one of the beds, shrugging his shoulders. "Doesn't matter. Start from the beginning--we can always jump ahead a bit if it gets dull."

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[info]talentedtongue
2009-05-26 06:05 am UTC (link)
"Beginning it is, then," Uhura said, pushing the play button and leaning back on the bed with a sigh, reaching up to undo the ponytail that her hair was in. Keeping it up for duty was all well and good, but if it stayed like that too long, it left her with a massive headache. It took a lot of pulling and tugging to get it to lay as smooth as it did, and she was always rather relieved when she could take it down and give the follicles a rest.

"I went through a couple minutes of a few of these each," Uhura said, frowning. "They're horribly dated, a product of their era. Of course, they could just be being told from your perspective. There's a hell of a lot of objectifying of females going on."

Right from the start, too.

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[info]buckleup
2009-05-26 06:23 am UTC (link)
Jim propped his foot up on the edge of the bed as he drew up a knee, resting a cheek atop it as he fixed himself in a position that was probably more childlike than the one Joanna was in over in the bathroom right at this very moment. His blue eyes were fixated on Uhura, rather than the TV, watching as she let her hair down. True romantic attraction was something he was convinced he was incapable of and anything shapely and female caught his attention, so while he knew that her being with Spock meant that touching would never, ever happen, there was no harm in looking.

At least he had enough tact about him to not vocalize how nice the view was. The was just something about a woman with her hair down and not--

Focus, Jim.

He cleared his throat, picking up his head and resting his chin, instead, on his knee as he regarded the television set. His face was quickly scrunched up into a distasteful expression as he stared at scene that was presented to him.

"That's not my bridge!" He found himself shouting a little louder than he should've.

Jim fell out of the awkward sitting position as he planted both feet on the floor and scooted a bit on the bed to look at Uhura as he asked her, "Please tell me that--" One of his hands jutted out, a finger pointed at the gold-shirted man on screen that was supposed to be him. "--I don't really look like that."

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[info]talentedtongue
2009-05-26 06:28 am UTC (link)
Of course he didn't. That man was at least five years older than he was, if not ten, and broader, far broader, and shorter as well, but Uhura just grinned at him, a soft awe coming into her expression and voice as she glanced between him and the actor on the screen, "It really is remarkable. Just like they peeked into the feature, took a snapshot, and found a man that looks... exactly the opposite," She said, offering him a teasing smirk and wink before holding up a finger to her lips to shush him.

"Now, be quiet and watch," She said, extending her leg across the gap between the beds and giving his side of his thigh a bit of a nudge with her heel (she was wearing flats, luckily). "Just wait until they show the female crew. It's like a walking fashion nightmare."

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[info]buckleup
2009-05-26 06:48 am UTC (link)
To someone who didn't know him or recognize the rank on the uniform he wore, it would be pretty hard to believe at that moment that he was the distinguished captain of the Federation's flagship as he proceeded to stick his tongue out at Uhura for kicking him, rubbing the spot on his leg as it if had really hurt him.

Jim obeyed, bending over as he reached for the case of beer, ripping open the box and fishing out two bottles. He used the edge of his shirt to pop the caps off both--something that would've more than likely gotten him screamed at for by an admiral, nevermind the fact that they were drinking in uniform--and held one out to Uhura.

He lifted his own to his lips and took a gulp, shaking his head at the TV as he watched. Just why the hell did the actor playing him keep pausing in mid-sentence and over-enunciating words that didn't need any emphasis? This was a goddamn starship, not some Shakespearean play, for Christ's sake.

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[info]spiceandsugar
2009-05-26 07:03 am UTC (link)
Typically, Joanna prided herself on being a mature and well-behaved young lady. She was just as outspoken and judgmental as her father could be, and she certainly didn't suffer any fools, but for the most part - especially around people she didn't know - she tended to do as she was told and only speak if she had something she really needed to say or was asked a question. However when you added her mother into the mix, and then put her father there at the same time, the common sense and proper raising that Joanna usually exhibited tended to go straight out the window.

This was, of course, how she managed to lock herself in the very small bathroom of the very small room that she and her father were sharing. What had started as a need to just get away for a few minutes had turned into what was rather an ordeal and had resulted in her not only managing to argue with an adult she was supposed to be minding, but also pointedly ignore any requests or appeals that she leave her new sanctuary. Which, she thought sourly, she never would have claimed in such a fashion if her parents hadn't once again gone straight into fighting without a single thought as to how it might make her feel.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back pressed against the door and her PDA resting in her lap, Joanna had listened as Captain Kirk arrived. She'd heard the comment that he'd brought her something to drink and had perked up slightly at the thought of something other than the stale-tasting water that the bathroom sink provided. Yet her pride didn't want to let her leave and her heart still ached enough that she wasn't sure she trusted herself to face veritable strangers without bursting into tears within moments of exiting.

So she'd stayed put. She'd chatted a little bit with people on the messaging system but had mostly just poured over the comments being left by others as a form of escapism. It had worked for a few minutes until something else sounded from the room she was supposed to be sitting in. It was something new, and unlike anything she'd heard before. And while Joanna was just as stubborn as any self-respecting McCoy should be, she was also just as curious.

In this case, curiosity finally won.

The door opened silently and she peeked her head out. Her blue eyes were slightly red around the edges - a sure sign she'd been crying - but otherwise she didn't appear any worse for the wear. When her eyes settled on the television screen even the redness seemed to fade a bit as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped somewhat. She took a few steps out of the bathroom, attention still fixated on the bizarre images on the screen.

"What," she asked nobody in particular, forgetting all about her earlier stubbornness in the face of something so completely and utterly foreign, "is that." Her brow furrowed a bit in confusion before she tacked on a puzzled, "And why is that man talkin' like he's got a head injury or somethin'?"

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[info]talentedtongue
2009-05-26 07:11 am UTC (link)
Uhura's attention had been so fixed on the screen and trying not to laugh that she hadn't noticed Joanna's exit from the bathroom until she had spoken up. Glancing back at her with a soft smile on her face, Uhura chuckled, "That's apparently what the 20th century's idea of Starfleet is," She said. "And the guy talking like he had a head injury probably does. It's supposed to be the Captain, after all," She said, nudging Kirk again with a smirk on her face. "I think that guy in the blue in supposed to be McCoy. He's talking doctor and being gruff and no nonsense."

They hadn't shown the rest of the crew quite yet. They were just on some random planet in some random place that Uhura couldn't pinpoint. Had they even mentioned it? The volume on this show was horrible. You could barely hear some of the narrative under the music.

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[info]buckleup
2009-05-26 07:44 am UTC (link)
Jim was shocked to see that Joanna had stepped out of the bathroom, but not at all surprised that she had done it of her own free will. He might've had the ood, unique ability to coax the child's father into doing things he wasn't too keen on, but this child didn't know him and he didn't know her, so such tactics wouldn't have worked if he'd tried.

He shot Uhura a half-hearted look that said, stop that, and turned his attention to Joanna, grinning at her and lifting the hand that wasn't holding his beer to the back of his head. "If I do have brain damage, I bet you it's from that one time Spock slammed my skull into Sulu's station." He took another swig of his beer and shook his head, still grinning like he and Spock had merely scuffled and weren't trying to kill one another. "Good times, good times."

With that same free hand, he pointed at the green and maroon cases by the dresser. "Soda's over there. Help yourself, Jo."

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[info]spiceandsugar
2009-05-26 07:57 am UTC (link)
Joanna had heard what was being said, really she had, but her entire focus had been on the images playing out before her. That... was not her Daddy. He was too old, and didn't look right. Though she had to admit that at least he sounded Southern. If he hadn't, she might've started crying just from the embarrassment of it all.

At the sound of her name she blinked, body jerking a bit as her gaze slid back to the two adults. "Hmm?" she murmured before her mind registered what he'd said and she blinked. "Oh! Thank you, sir." Her gaze flickered to the cases, then back to the television as though debating something, before she finally decided she was thirsty enough to take her attention away from the... whatever it was they were watching, long enough to quench her thirst.

It took her a few seconds longer than she'd planned to pick out a drink, finally opting for Mountain Dew. She didn't know much about either but she wasn't sure if she'd like something with pepper in the name - even if it did have a 'doctor' in front of it. Once she had a green can in her hand she made her way to her bed, perching on the edge of it so she could still see the television and turning her attention to the drink.

"That ain't my Daddy," she finally spoke the main thought that kept running through her mind. Her fingers fiddled with the can, not really worrying about opening it as much as just giving herself something to do while her gaze slid from the television to the two adults.

"This is that show people keep comparin' ya'll to? That... Star Trek thing?" she asked incredulously as she drew one leg up underneath her and idly swung the other to and fro over the end of her bed. Shaking her head a bit, she stated firmly, "Those folks didn't know the first thing they were talkin' about. If ships looked that dumb, nobody'd want to be on one." Another shake of her head and Joanna fell silent, watching as the story began to unfold and hoping however faintly that it might improve in some capacity the longer it was on.

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[info]talentedtongue
2009-05-27 02:02 am UTC (link)
"Ridiculous, isn't it? You really would think that they would manage to get the litt--what the hell did they do to my hair?" Uhura exclaimed as the scene changed to the bridge where a man who was undeniably Spock (and a decent similarity, really, if only clearly older) and a woman sitting at the communications position who could only be her. But her hair. It was so short. She would have never cut it off like that. Never. The only way anyone would have managed to get her to trim in that short, much less put it into that hideous fashion would be under threat of execution. Bring on the torture. Unless they were going to kill her, there was no chance.

Her attention, however, was distracted by the interaction, the brief hesitation in Spock's statement acknowledging the information that one of the landing party was dead and her own protest to whether or not he was concerned as to whether it was the Captain or not. Concern, perhaps, but it lacked... that familiarity that she was so used to. She wouldn't have had to protest. She would have known that he was concerned.

Right now, she was thankful that she hadn't watched anymore of this than she had on her own.

"At least there seems to be some decent resemblance to our personalities."

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[info]buckleup
2009-05-27 06:03 am UTC (link)
Jim nearly snorted his beer--of which he was on his second, the first bottle now empty and sitting next to his feet at the edge of the bed--at the sight of Uhura's hair, swallowing the liquid before he spit it out at the screen as he coughed, then proceeded to laugh. Just what the hell were these people thinking? The only people who looked anything like they were supposed to were Bones and Spock. The image of the latter sent chills down his spine, the older features far too similar to that of the elderly Half-Vulcan he'd befriended on Delta Vega for his comfort.

That one's spot-on, at least, he mused, his laughter now silenced as he took another sip of his beer.

By the time he was cracking open the third beer, the episode had ended. Jim winced at the horrible music that sounded like it was composed by a twelve-year-old wearing a blindfold. The beer was set aside as he snatched up the bag and pulled out the DVDs, pulling out Generations and Wrath of Khan. Both seemed to be dated later, according to the fine print at the bottom of their back covers, later than the television series, so hopefully the production quality had improved and was less painful.

Turning to where Joanna sat, he held both up for the child to chose. "You pick. Khan or Generations?"

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[info]spiceandsugar
2009-05-27 09:39 am UTC (link)
It wasn't polite to laugh at people. It wasn't something a proper young lady did, especially a Southern one at that. Already she could hear her Aunt Donna reprimanding her lightly, even as she began to giggle at the images on the screen. Especially the hair of what she guessed was supposed to be some older version of the woman sitting nearby. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she only succeeded in muffling the sound.

Her spirits lifted a bit, she had nearly finished her first can of Mountain Dew by the time the show ended. When she was asked to pick the next thing to watch, she studied both carefully for a moment before pointing to the one labeled Khan. "That one," she decided, glancing to Uhura. "Maybe your hair won't look like a big ol' bird's nest in this one?" she offered with a grin.

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[info]talentedtongue
2009-05-27 10:39 am UTC (link)
Uhura had held her breath when she saw what two videos that Kirk had pulled out of the bag. He wasn't supposed to grab that one, but he had anyway. Uhura could only be thankful that Joanna had been far more interested in the other. Or, at least, hadn't chosen the other. Out of all of the people that didn't need to see what was on that tape, Kirk's best friend's nine year old daughter was not one of the first people Uhura would have thought of, but she ranked pretty high on the list all the same.

"We can only hope," Uhura said, laughing as she slipped off the bed and took the Khan DVD and replaced the series DVD with it, pulling up the menu and starting the movie before grabbing another beer and flopping back on the bed. "Hopefully this won't be nearly as ridiculous. Hopefully."

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[info]buckleup
2009-05-27 11:27 am UTC (link)
The beginning of the film opened with a Vulcan female sitting on the bridge of what he recognized from the TV series was supposed to be the Enterprise--and nearly choked on his beer when it was revealed to be the Kobayashi Maru test. The laughter that erupted from him was loud and perhaps a bit more joyous than it should have been, thanks to the alcohol, but oh, was he amused. He looked over at Uhura and grinned, not paying attention to the screen, and quipped, "In the end I got commended for original thinking!"

Jim raised his beer to her in a toast, just as the Spock on screen uttered, As I recall you took the test three times yourself. Your final solution was, shall we say, unique?

He laughed again, thoroughly amused and pleased with himself. "At least this part of the film's got it right!" He looked to Joanna. "Good choice, kiddo."

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