[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]

Well, yeah. Hypospray me somewhere, at least.

[hypospraying]

I think I'll leave that to Dr. McCoy. He's such an expert.

[barelydead]

You have no idea.

[hypospraying]

I work alongside the man; I've heard the yelps of pain. So I can safely say I have some idea.

Anyway, I'll send you directions to my apartment if you want dinner tonight.

[barelydead]

Until he's given you a series of bad reactions, I'm not sure you can full appreciate his evil genius.

[ _{a pause.} ]

Are you inviting me to your quarters, Nurse Chapel? [ _{he sounds amused.} ] I'd be honored to accept.

[hypospraying]

[She ignores that bit of teasing.]

Fine. I'll send it soon. Tonight at seven?

[barelydead]

Sounds good. Sounds great, actually.

[ _{a pause.} ]

Uhh. I think I've double-booked myself. Uh... Tomorrow, maybe?

[hypospraying]

[She's tempted to say she's busy, just to mess with him, but she decides to stay nice. This time.]

Tomorrow works too. I'll see you then. Oh, and send me a list of your food allergies so my food doesn't make your throat swell shut.

would you like to log this?

[barelydead]

[ _{she can probably hear him literally deflating, because he expected her to turn him down.} ]

Okay. Great. Yes. [ _{a beat.} ] Unless there's some crazy new wheat on this planet or something I should be okay. I don't really have any allergies. Food allergies, anyways.

nah, handwaving is fine

[hypospraying]

All right. Sounds like whatever I make will work. Until tomorrow.

cool sounds good to me

[barelydead]

Can't wait. Kirk out.