Christine Chapel likes pointy ears! (nurse_chapel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-22 18:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, christine chapel, james kirk |
"Oh and Christine? I'm sorry."
Who: Chapel, Kirk
What: A brief phone call about runaway green girls, apologies, et cetera.
When: Today!
Where: Umm..their own abodes! Just bounced between cellphone towers, foo shoo!
Rating: PGish
Status: Complete
Jim rang up Christine! not Janice. Janice would be all 'I tolduso!' and he wasn't in the mood for that.
Christine would be in the mood to kick him in the balls, as usual. So no one's sure how this is better, but hey, beggars can't be choosers in a crisis, can they?
She had just pulled up outside of her apartment, looked at her phone to see who was calling, and wondered if she could get away with the 'need to wash my hair' excuse. She didn't really need to, since her hair still smelled of the coconut conditioner she had used that morning. But hey, again, beggars couldn't be choosers when answering the phone if Jim Kirk called.
"Hello?" she said after thumbing the button on the screen, trying to sound as pleasant as possible. If all else fails, she believed in the 'kill them with kindness' method of dealing with people. If THAT failed, then she knew how to get someone in an arm lock and a needle plonked in their right buttcheek, easy enough.
"Christine?" It was his voice. Jim. The man that had totally walked out on her. Really, ran out on her. But this was also the Captain speaking, which she may or may not remember, "We have a problem with Gaila and Scotty."
Nope, no recollection of that captain bit yet, but she did remember him in sickbay. At his worst. With balloon hands and the sweats while he was passed out for a blip. Christine arched one eyebrow gracefully in a way that was vaguely Vulcan to look upon. It was too bad no one had witnessed it. It wouldn't happen again, but it was a direct result of 'the voice.'
"Uh, ok? What sort of problem?" She was going up the steps, keys in one hand and phone in the other. "Is it the pheromones, already? I thought we'd have more time. Or I had hoped we would. Or is it that she won't give a sample, willingly?"
"They had a nasty fight and broke up. He won't even talk to me and she's completey vamoosed."
He might have heard the sound of some keys hitting the welcome mat outside her apartment door. She scrambled to pick them up.
"What? But they seemed so...smushed," Christine said, trying to unlock her door, while thinking of the implications of a vamoosed Orion female. "I guess it's too much to ask a Scottish guy to roll over and placate the girl until the job's done. Whoops?"
"Smushed was a good word. They were ecstatic. I just helped them with a new truck, even!" Jim snorted, "No. He's stubborn. I don't know or care who was at fault, it's going to have to be Gaila to come to him."
"Oooh, well something bad must've happened. I got the sense he was doing the bend-over-backwards thing anyway, the whole trip to Las Vegas," she said with an eyedart, because no way jose was she going to go do the shout from the rooftops thing about her and Leonard's adventurous exploits. "I don't know why you're calling me though? I don't know where she lives and I've never talked with her really, other than when she said I could be a bridesmaid at their wedding. When I was stitching up her forehead. Which was nice and I'm a really good bridesmaid? But...umm...yeah."
"Janice would just tell me she told me so," He replied, leaning forward in his Captain's chair. "Never mentioned anything to you about places she liked, or could go to?"
"Nope. Sorry? She didn't, not that I can recall." Christine kicked the door shut behind her and went down the row of locks, locking each one. Purse was plopped onto the kitchen table and she paused to give Walter a scritching between his ears. That was mandatory, because it was the one burst of effort the cat would expend for the entirety of the day, jumping up onto one of the kitchen chairs and plopping his big butt down, waiting for his scritchies. "It also, hate to say it, didn't sound like Janice was telling you much more than 'yes yes yes' the entire time you two were holed up in your hotel room. At least we know what your idea of a vacation is!"
Jim grinned at the memory. It was a good memory, despite the unintentional marriage that he'd never live down if it got out, "Believe it or not we actually talk too."
"Really? You must have had some quick conversations during the lulls, Jim." She was teasing, even if she was forcing herself not to develop a little eye twitch, because she expected he'd probably already bailed on Janice anyway. Because that seemed to be his modus operandi, and probably was the reason he wasn't calling her to 'talk.' Uh huh.
Oh yeah, now she was onto you, mister. Christine put one hand on her hip, jutted that hip out a bit, and listened for his response.
"Before the trip. And after," Jim replied, laughing. "Though she didn't answer when I called yesterday. Go figure."
Oh, Christine thought, now that was rich! Maybe SHE dumped HIM. Of course, that wouldn't make much difference. The results would be the same anyway. Insert the eye rolling, here.
"I'm sure a lot of women wouldn't answer, at some point. It's not like you're...uhh...relationship reliable," Christine said, as she went opening her fridge for a pint of Ben and Jerry's. She'd just jog it off, later that evening. "Anyway, your love life? That's on you and I think you're capable of living and owning up to your own mistakes. Everyone's problem is going to be that there's an Orion female running around. One that's eventually capable of spewing some mind altering pheromones. Which are harmful to men affected by it, harmful to others near those effected men, painful to women, and...well a Vulcan would just shrug it off, I guess...."
Into her mouth went a spoonful of birthday cake batter ice cream.
Maybe he could order Scotty to make up with Gaila so they could lock her up somewhere. But that was a more desperate measure than he was willing to go forward with, "I think we can still get the material for the shots."
"Okay. That'd be great! Once you get it, just drop it by and I'll take it over to the lab and Leonard will dig right into it. I'll bribe him to work longer with pecan pie and fried chicken." Because she knows what works. "I don't know how you're going to find her though? What's your grand plan to get the samples, if you don't mind a girl asking?"
The plan was simple! "Varric has all of her things. I'm sure there's a hairbrush in there."
"Wow, he dumped all of her stuff too? That's pretty epic." Her eyes looked like they were going to bug out. "I wonder what happened. Or if I even want to know what happened. I probably don't."
She just hoped whatever Kirk could grab off a hairbrush was enough that they could work with it. If they needed something more significant, like a mouth swab or blood, then that was going to pose some real problems.
"Yeah, I'm not inclined to ask," Kirk replied. He sounded worried, "It's one thing to expect something like this, it's another when faced with it."
"Um, yeah. I feel bad. It must've been pretty major to upset him to that extent. Like I said? Smushed." She tapped the spoon against the rim of the ice cream container. "Did you talk to him face to face and he wouldn't talk to you? Or over the phone? Maybe the phone's bad. Or maybe he's not up to face to face, right now. I don't know what to say. Love's a tricky business."
She was well versed in that last statement, that was for sure.
"He hung up on me," Jim replied. "I'm not sure I need to be chased after with a plasma torch, but it might be worth the risk."
"Somehow, I think you can handle yourself, plasma torch or not. But don't ask me how or why I believe that," she stated, taking one more bite of the ice cream, before putting it away. "Let me know how it goes, I guess? I don't know if you want to bring back up to a conversation like that. But good luck!"
Jim smirked, "I'll pay him a visit tonight. Oh and Christine? I'm sorry."
"...huh? Oh. You mean for leaving that morning?" She thought long and hard for a moment, while reaching back into the fridge for that pint of Ben and Jerry's. It was not going to survive, by the time the sun went down. "It's okay. My priorities were kind of out of whack. I realize that now. But I'm sorry too, because every now and then, I really just want to kick you in the nuts."
That said, Christine took one heaping spoonful of her cake batter ice cream, popped in her mouth, and made a noise that sounded like a satisfied 'mmhmm!'
Jim laughed, "I probably deserve it now and again. I hope you find someone that makes you happy."
"Mmmm," she said while nodding, as if she was totally agreeing him. Meanwhile, her eyes were shifted all the way to the looking right and then left and then right again. Tennis match. He couldn't see it, so it was giving away nothing! Nothing she says! The low-key whatever-it-was-turning-into was a well kept secret, indeed. She finally was able to say, "You too! I guess I'll hear from you later, after you find an Orion sniffing hound dog or two, to hunt her butt down and smush them back together again. If they want that. I don't know. Whole thing sounds pretty icky, to me."
"No shit. Tell Bones I said hi." And with that, Jim hung up!