Who: Janice Rand, Jim Kirk When: (Backdated) 2259.005 -- Early morning Where: Deck 6: Captain's Quarters What: The morning after the captain's birthday is just another day. Sort of. Rating: PG (?)
Second by second, Janice counted down. The captain had thirty seconds to get up on his own, but Janice doubted he'd move a muscle. She didn't barge into his quarters on a usual basis but she was well aware when she needed to and knowing what the previous day entailed, even on the surface, meant that she was going to have to go in, proverbial guns a-blazin'.
As soon as she reached 'one', she was already putting in her code with her free hand. Just as she had expected, Jim Kirk was out cold, near dead to the world it seemed. It wouldn't be the first time she had to go into the dance of waking up a hungover captain and unfortunately, she knew it wouldn't be the last. She shook her head with a mix of mild amusement and dread as she set the glass of water she'd brought for her boss on his nightstand.
First things first, she needed to get his clothes ready. Though the blanket was lying strategically over the man for the moment, she knew that one false move could give her an eyeful. Janice got his outfit together and lied the clothes on top of the blanket to weigh it down as well as be readily accessible to the man who probably wouldn't want to move more than an inch at a time.
Then she dropped a tablet into his water - his hangover remedy for the morning. Janice took one long look around the room before nodding. Carefully she leaned in toward the captain, but not close enough to be knocked in the face by his head should she startle him. "Captain," she said softly but loud enough to wake him - or so one might think. "Captain, it's time to wake up." She would wait until he started moving to leave the room, if she didn't see him make an effort before she left, she would come back to the same thing she'd come into.