[voice;; monday afternoon]

[barelydead]

Hi. [ _{he's not sure what to say, so he goes with regulation; he clears his throat, his tone going official.} ]

My name is James T. Kirk, and I'm Captain of the Federation starship USS Enterprise, [ _{he falters:} ] not that that... really matters here, I guess. [ _{a half-hearted attempt to return to sounding official:} ] I got here- "woke up" --roughly two nights ago, and, [ _{and it falls apart.} ] I've gotta say, for a city in the middle of what was reportedly a bountiful forest, I'm feeling underwhelmed by the cuisine here. Is there any place around here to get something good? I'll eat just about anything, I just [ _{he laughs quietly.} ] ...can't cook. I can hunt if I have to, but I'd rather go with someone until I learn the basic lay of the land.

Mm, and while I'm here, I need to get a job or something or I'm going to go insane, so if anyone needs a fully-trained starship captain...? I'm your man.

Thanks. [ _{awkwardly, because he's not sure how to end this transmission:} ] Kirk out.

Comments

[barelydead]

my stepdad didnt cook and my mom was rarely on planet.

[ _{this is dangerous territory, evidenced by the message that's sent a good minute after this one.} ]

so yeah, i guess you could say i forgot.

[frostedoverland]

[Well, Jack knows shitty parents when he sees them. Or hears about them. But he's not going to say anything about them. Even then, kids tended to be protective and he wasn't sure if this guy still had issues or not.]

Still never too late to learn, kiddo.

[barelydead]

yeah, okay. were done here.

[frostedoverland]

Wow, you really don't want to cook for yourself, do you? Good luck with that.