Personal quarters, Day 45 [Private/Unfinished]

[owns_the_chair]

It was cold. No, that would be an understatement. It was absolutely freezing in Jim's quarters and he half expected a giant red bug-monster to pop out of nowhere and try to eat him any second now. He pulled another blanket around himself and grumbled all the way to the door. How was anyone supposed to actually sleep in temperatures that would make

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[transwarp_beam]

Scotty stopped, looking from side to side warily in the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, there was some other Chief Engineer in the vicinity that his captain might be talking to. Nope. The corridor was deserted. He fixed Kirk with a look of deep suspicion. "Oh aye?"

[owns_the_chair]

"Aye," he nodded and crooked a finger at Scotty, beckoning him closer. "Why don't you come in? Have a drink? Take a trip down memory lane to Delta Vega?" And really, Scotty should be suspicious by the smirk on Jim's face.

[transwarp_beam]

"Appealin' as that sounds..." he said dryly. Because he just loved being reminded of the worst six months of his life. "What y'got to drink?" He was open to being talked into whatever he was being talked into if there was some good booze in it for him.

[owns_the_chair]

"Some whisky, I think," he pretended to ponder and took a step back, sweeping his arm out in a grand gesture for Scotty to enter his sub-zero quarters.

[transwarp_beam]

"Better be th'good stuff..." he muttered, but came over anyway. He stopped dead as he crossed the threshhold and a wave of cold hit him like a slap in the face. "Jesus christ, what th'fuck?" he blurted.

[owns_the_chair]

And thus Jim's sneaky little trap snapped closed along with the door behind Scotty. "See, I've been asking myself that too. And then, I thought I'd have much better luck asking my Cheif Engineer why it's so cold in here that my balls have crawled all the way up into my throat."

[transwarp_beam]

Scotty felt his eyebrows climb, distracting him briefly from the cold. "You called me in 'cause y'can't work the thermostat?"

[owns_the_chair]

And that earned him a bit of a glare from his Captain. "I did work the thermostat. It got colder."

[transwarp_beam]

He smiled indulgently at his captain in a manner not at all pitched to be as infuriating as humanly possible. "'Course, there must be somethin' wrong wi' the thermostat..."

[owns_the_chair]

"Obviously there is," he smirked right back sarcastically. "So fix it."

[transwarp_beam]

"I don't know..." he said, shaking his head as he went over and pried the cover off of the environmental controls. "Slavedriver."

[owns_the_chair]

"Better a slavedriver than a hypothermic captain, right?" he tugged the blankets a little tighter around himself. Jim hated being cold with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

[transwarp_beam]

He shrugged, poking around in the innards of the control unit. "Eh. Hypothermia's no' so bad. S'frostbite you've got t'watch out for." He frowned in concentration, hands buried in wiring.

[owns_the_chair]

"I'd really rather experience neither," Jim grumbled and looked over Scotty's shoulder. "So. Can you fix it?"

[transwarp_beam]

Scotty cast him an offended look. "'Course I can fix it!"

[owns_the_chair]

"Good. I keep looking over my shoulder for weird and hungry bug-monsters, and I'd really rather not be reminded of that." He leaned on the wall to follow the progress.