This is strange. I feel like I'm on Talos again.

Current Mood: confused

Thankfully, everything has righted itself and I'm free to move around freely once more.

Is everyone all right?

I seem to have taken a sudden left turn at I Don't Know Where and have been moved to somewhere in the middle of California. As far as useless technology goes, I should have been fine, but I can't seem to move myself, either.

I truly am stuck.

Six weeks of wedded bliss.

Leonard as King Consort is quite the sight to see. He growls at people, they don't know he's kidding... sometimes. Every now and again. Once in a while.

Well.

He's getting better.

Hello, ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me. But if he stopped using badly scented cologne and switched to Tiberius he could smell like he's me.

Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Tiberius and not a lady.

I'm on a ship.

Honestly. Is nothing private on that ship of yours?

No matter how happily a woman may be married, or very nearly so, it always pleases her to discover that there is a really nice man who wishes she were not.

...Sure this isn't my damn...

Hello? Anyone read me? What the hell is going on? Is this someone's idea of a joke?

Caesar, darling.

I would like to invite you to be a guest at the Palace. MY guest. At your convenience, of course.

Leonard, darling, I've been reminded of Valentine's Day, which begs the question: will you be my Valentine?

Oh, and of course, is there anything in particular that you'd like as a gift? I have to confess, I'm woefully ignorant in terms of this holiday. I haven't practiced it in a very long time.

I think I might actually be celebrating Valentine's Day this year.

...Weird.

Current Mood: cheerful

We haven't set a date (I think), or a place (I think), though we've decided on a theme (small). But, Leonard has asked for my hand (though he has two of his own) and I have agreed.

We're getting married.

Current Mood: giddy

Leonard, darling...

You never did get around to asking your question.

What the fuck is this?

This is most definitely not home.

So. Anne. Question.

Is it fate that just about the time I start thinking about talking with Antigone about umm...a certain conversation we had quite some time ago my father shows up?

Current Mood: confused

( Sam Winchester )

For all that my ex-husband played with guns, he never taught me to shoot them.

Or how to drive. We had other uses for the cars.

Alright. It's almost Halloween. I've decided that, in the spirit of the time, we will be having a Halloween party on the Kelvin. I'm going to open the party to non-crew, but any hot women need to pay a cover charge of one kiss.

Other than that, bring alcohol, wear a costume, and the first person who gets Spock to crack a smile who isn't actively sleeping with him will have my undying respect.

Leonard, darling...

As much as I adore your ship, tonight I'd much rather sleep in my own bed and I'd prefer it even more were you there to share it with me.