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[ d i c t a t e d ]

Help me out here, people of the castle. Last thing I remember was meeting a bevy of beautiful ladies.

Just woke up and realized that I've been asleep for exactly 576 hours. Now that's a new record.

Anyone care to explain?

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[ Hours earlier: dictates an entry while still in his room: ]

Captain's log, Stardate... Date. Day. Ah, screw this.

Captain's log:

Currently trapped in a place called Paradisa. No sightings of anyone else from the Enterprise.

Last recalled memory on board the ship: We, that is the Enterprise and all 800 members of its crew, had been moving past the mining colony Aleph Prime with no signs of trouble, I repeat, with no signs of trouble, when I was taken and beamed down, or thrown out of an airlock, or magically made to appear here by an unknown subject -- will amend this as soon as I find out -- and awoke in a room in the castle. I am not alone. I estimate there to be at least a hundred other beings trapped in Paradisa.

Reason for being taken, unknown. Identity of abductor, unknown.

Kirk out.

Guess it's time to locate a bar and hopefully some sexy company. No, strike that last one off the log.

Great. What do I have to do? Erase you myself? Stop. Stop that. STOP!

[ Now outside --> It's not unusual for Kirk to be in his boxers in the privacy of his own room, but it's a little unusual to be walking around in nothing but his boxers in a yet to be identified building. Still, he's moving with the grace of a man who keeps his cool even in the most awkward of situations. He really doesn't give a damn. Besides, it's not as if he'd managed to find his uniform or any other piece of clothing.

As he walks down one hallway to another, he continues to flip through the pages of the strange journal. Paradisa. Trapped. Can't leave. Make a wish. ]

Okay. How about some clothes?

[ Poof! Well, not exactly. But a pair of jeans, a shirt and an old, familiar, leather jacket appear next to his feet. Impressed, he lets out a whistle. ] Not bad. Interesting technology. Or oh, right. Voodoo. [ It's either accept that or wake up, Jim. Time to get back to the real world. Your chair is waiting. And boy, isn't he still excited about that. He had only just received his captaincy a little over a week ago, and just hours before this little abduction, the Enterprise had been cruising through an open, free and unclaimed space on a non-combat mission to test out its systems post repairs after the damages suffered during the attack by the Romulans. Now that's one heck of a long ~~sentence~~ story. One he shouldn't have to tell because who hasn't heard of Captain James Tiberius Kirk and his legendary save of planet Earth? So what's he doing here and where the hell is everyone? ]

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( [Private/Room Filter] )

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Does this kind of thing happen a lot here? I mean, it doesn't seem like a mass exodus from this crazy castle would happen a lot, but I guess it's just... good to know.

Anyway. Ash, if you're still around--some quality time with our engine-powered brethren would be pretty good.

[ Captains don't like to lose their men. ]

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[Bones]

Hey, Bones. If you're alive, and not on some kind of weird crazy loss... please respond?

[/Bones]

Hey, clinic staff? If someone could tell me whether or not B--Leonard McCoy's reported in for his shifts in the last few days, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

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So, we've all seen what the castle does for Halloween... what do people think'll happen on Christmas? I'm taking bets, if anyone has them.

Personally, I'm hoping for reindeer.

And mistletoe. Lots of mistletoe.

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Goddammit.

Is everyone okay? I didn't see any of the broadcasts or anything, but I figured I'd ask.

[Bones]

We need to talk.

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Who: Leonard McCoy, Open
What: His shift.
When: Eveningish.
Where: The Clinic,
Rating: PG in advance because Bones never doesn't swear.

( Read more... )

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[ Grumbled, and the journal accidentally picks it up: ] Thank God, I can sleep in my own bed again tonight.

Thought Bones would never let me out of there. Hell.

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Who: [Bad username or site: boldygoes title=Kirk @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: curedrainydays title=Bones @ livejournal.com]
What: Kirk's gotten himself into a bit of trouble, and it's up to Bones to patch him up. As always.
When: Early Thursday morning
Where: Clinic.
Rating: PG-13. FOR THE F-WORD not like it matters.

( Read more... )

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[ Jim strolls into the DeathMatch, journal in hand, and he sits down at the bar, trying to decide what to drink. It's not as if alcohol is any fun anymore, so... ]

Anybody got any suggestions on drinks that taste just as good without alcohol as with?

[ It's more of an idle question, though, and he keeps debating while he looks around the bar for anyone that catches his eye. ]

[ So Jim's decided that in order to break up the monotony of his castle existence, it would be a good plan to see if he can't find/make a bar brawl. Anyone up for one? ]

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[You know how sometimes you're not quite awake but still somewhat aware of your surroundings? Bones had a really weird dream that he was freezing, and then he woke up a little and grumbled a lot and tugged the covers that had mysteriously migrated to the other side of his bed back over him.

And then went back to sleep. Sort of. In a minute, it might register that there's a sneaky cover-stealer in bed with him.]

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Damn, this place can sure get boring when you're not looking. Does anyone have any ideas of things to do around here?

Oh, and if I haven't met you yet? I'm Captain James Tiberius Kirk. Nice to meet you! [ You can almost here the wink in his voice. ]

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[ Kirk finally has his memory back, and with it, he remembers what last happened--or, more importantly, what had happened to Bones.

He rushes back to their room, worried. ] Bones? Bones, are you here?

Bones!

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[ Jim has realized one thing about his time thus far in Paradisa; he hasn't really gotten out to meet that many people, has he? This, he decides, is very much a problem. Luckily, he hopes it can be remedied one of two ways: a) walking shirtless through the castle, or b) sitting and tanning shirtless while reading a book about magic. Specifically, healing magic. Because that stuff the other night was really interesting, and Jim wants to learn more about it, even if it DOES sound like a fairy tale. ]

[ He's still pasty from his time in space, and that's another thing solved by this whole tanning idea. Plus, this place has some pretty awesome views. ]

[ OOC: Open post, guys! Feel free to catch him either as he's walking from his room to the front of the castle (with folding chair and book in tow), or when he sets up near the castle doors. ]

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[ Kirk's voice is steady, but anyone good at discerning emotions can tell that he's freaking out under the veneer of calm. He's also slightly out of breath, as he's dictating while running off to the stables. ]

Hello? This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise. My chief medical officer was attacked by some kind of... something in the stables, and as far as I know requires immediate medical attention! Please, this is urgent, as I have no idea what kind of injuries he's incurred.

I'll stay on this line for responses, but I'm headed toward the stables. Please hurry. Thank you.

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[ After he got taken back to the castle, Jim decided that rather than go to a party and be surrounded by one of his former favorite pastimes, he'd sit in the dark room he shares with Bones and angst about how he was pretty much helpless during this whole serial killer affair. If there's one thing James T. Kirk doesn't like to be, it's helpless. He would've offered his strategic advise, but that wouldn't really have done anything, since the most he's come to working with superhumans is Spock, and he's just a Vulcan. Le sigh. What is a stubborn, upset captain hotpants to do? ]

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[Caritas Filter]

C'mon, Bones. You have to be kidding me! No one wins with an opener like that!

[ He and Bones, in an advent of EXTREME boredom, have decided to have a chess match in the middle of the bar. They're having fun talking smack and suchlike, and onlookers are more than welcome. Especially if they are attractive and of the female persuasion. ]

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[OH HAI PARADISA. For your entertainment pleasure tonight, you are treated to sleepy Bones sounds! They sound like any other person's sleepy sounds, except grumpier and generally more doctorish.

You know, up until the point where he wakes up enough to realise that WTF THIS IS NOT HIS BED.

...AND THAT IS MOST DEF NOT HIS PILLOW WHY THE HELL IS KIRK IN THIS BED THAT IS NOT HIS.]

[Kirk murmured, a bit annoyed at whoever was poking him, so he rolled away from them, trying to break their grip. He's the captain, dammit, he needs his rest!]

[NO KIRK DON'T GO BACK TO SLEEP. Bones is worried here, dammit! This isn't anything like Starfleet quarters, even setting aside the whole 'this is not where he went to sleep last night' issue, which means they're somewhere REALLY NOT THE ENTERPRISE.]

[Kirk's nose twitches a little as he shifts on the sheets, because... this doesn't smell like his quarters, and even though he's struggling to stay asleep, it's really not working. He grumbles something about Uhura and potatoes, and pulls at the covers.]

[Bones... hits Jim on the head with a pillow.] Goddammit, Jim, be USEFUL. Wake up.

OW! [Jim flinches, and his hand goes to rub at the spot where Bones hit him.] What in the hell, Bones? Don't do--wait, what are you doing in here?!?

The real question here, Jim, is what are we doing in here?

What do you... [He looks around, confused even in the dark.] Where in...?

That's what I'd like to know. [:|]

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[ooc: Azula, Kirk, Prime]

[the door opens and there's an awkward silence]

Hello, Captain

( CUT FOR LENGTH, but all recorded for everyone to hear oops. )

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Entries tagged with captain james tiberius kirk

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