Captain James T. Kirk (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jimtkirk) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} labyrinth_rpg,@ 2009-06-18 20:35:00 |
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What: Kirk's arrival
Where: City of Illusions
When: Day 12, Early evening
Rating/Warning: PG-13? It depends really
James Kirk smiled brightly as he stepped onto the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. This was it. He'd finally made it. The past three years had all been in preparation for this one precious moment. He was finally the Captain of his very own ship. What took a normal cadet eight years Kirk had managed to do in three. When he'd told Pike he do it in three years Kirk hadn't actually expected to actually be the Captain of his own ship in three years. This was all just... too surreal even for him. Sure, he lived in a world where what had once been considered impossible was now possible and he, himself, had come in contact with future versions of people he was supposed to become good friends with but this was still a little too much.
Practically beaming he spotted his best friend stanind upon the bridge and stepped forward to clap his hand upon the older man's shoulder. "Bones!" he called in greeting... just as he stepped forward and into a rather large hole which had opened up in the floor in front of him. He let out a soft gasp of surprise as he fell and landed on a hard surface beneath him. Kirk had kept his eyes shut for most of the fall but now that he, once again, felt a hard surface beneath his feet he opened his eyes and looked around. Was everything here really made of chocolate? "The hell?" he murmured as he turned to look at the chocolate buildings around him.
"Okay... I'm not injured enough to be hallucinating." He scoffed as he looked himself over. He was still covered in bruises from his fights with Spock and the Romulans. His chest was a roadmap of bruises from when he'd jumped from one platform to another and missed. The bruises on his neck in the shape of Spock's and Nero's and Nero's first mate's fingers were begining to show. Staring down at the game board beneath him. "Bones?" he called again, hoping his best friend would suddenly appear. Damn it! He was Captain now! They couldn't just beam him wherever the hell they felt like anymore.