Personal quarters, Day 45 | Closed to transwarp_beam
(retcon of this thread for enterpriserpg)
So, all in all it seemed that while the Enterprise's first mission had been an absurd failure in so many different ways, the crew and the ship herself was slowly starting to work its way back together. Bruises and cuts in both skin and metal were slowly closing over, and while some rifts - like the one between him and his best friend and commander - were still deep and raw, the majority of the crew seemed more than ready to put this behind them and try and move on.
He wasn't enough of an idiot to think that it was all said and done and they could just pretend it never happened, but he was willing to take their cue and try to figure out how on earth he was going to put his crew back together. But right now? Right now he had other things to worry about. Like the fact that his room was fucking cold and they didn't make enough blankets on the entire ship to make up for it.
Jim had poked around the thermostat a bit, and done even more poking at wires, but of his many talents, engineering really wasn't one. So he was pretty sure he'd made it worse and instead of continuing to tinker with it, he'd sent a message down to Scotty, promising him copious amounts of liquid encouragement if he could get his ass up here and keep Jim from freezing to death.
And now he was waiting, hoping the Chief Engineer wasn't up to his elbows in something more important than stopping Jim's imminent hypothermia.
So, all in all it seemed that while the Enterprise's first mission had been an absurd failure in so many different ways, the crew and the ship herself was slowly starting to work its way back together. Bruises and cuts in both skin and metal were slowly closing over, and while some rifts - like the one between him and his best friend and commander - were still deep and raw, the majority of the crew seemed more than ready to put this behind them and try and move on.
He wasn't enough of an idiot to think that it was all said and done and they could just pretend it never happened, but he was willing to take their cue and try to figure out how on earth he was going to put his crew back together. But right now? Right now he had other things to worry about. Like the fact that his room was fucking cold and they didn't make enough blankets on the entire ship to make up for it.
Jim had poked around the thermostat a bit, and done even more poking at wires, but of his many talents, engineering really wasn't one. So he was pretty sure he'd made it worse and instead of continuing to tinker with it, he'd sent a message down to Scotty, promising him copious amounts of liquid encouragement if he could get his ass up here and keep Jim from freezing to death.
And now he was waiting, hoping the Chief Engineer wasn't up to his elbows in something more important than stopping Jim's imminent hypothermia.