[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

would you like to log this or keep it here? or handwave it? whatever is fine by me =w=

[barelydead]

Fine by me.

[ _{momentary panic.} ]

Wait, you mean right now? Uhhh, okay. [ _{he leans out of frame, and there's the sound of things rustling as he tries to find a pen and paper.} ] What do you need? Just anything, or..?

I'd like to log it, but would you mind setting up the log? My brain is well-gnawed by this heat...

[damn_it_jim]

Improvise, Jim.

[There's something decidedly fiendish about the grin Bones tips him before cutting the comm.]

Isn't that what you're best at?

I can do that =w=

[barelydead]

[ _{that rat bastard. he opens his mouth to reply but Bones is already gone.} ]

..Damnit, Bones, I'm a captain, not a chef, [ _{he snarks at the silent comm.} ]