Well, tonight was apparently crack night, folks
So I spent my morning being cranky about something that I cannot do a darn thing to fix until Tuesday, but stayed cranky for several hours regardless. Then I spent 3 hours cleaning and putting shelf paper in my cabinets (I HATE shelf paper: truly, madly, deeply hate it!), which I'm not going to credit with improving my mood because that just doesn't make sense, but at the end of it all I was mostly better.
And then I came home and caught a few rounds of bridge2sickbay. This week's theme was AUs. My personal theme this week seems to have also been CRACK. I dunno, folks. I just don't know.
Prompt: Kirk, Chapel, Rand - Nunnery
The Plight of the Rake
Sister Mary Christine eyed Sister Mary Janice warily when she'd been assigned her task. She didn't want to question the Mother Superior aloud, but she couldn't help the errant thought that perhaps Mary Janice had been dipping a bit into the sacramental wine alongside Father McCoy. She chastised herself firmly and promised herself she would complete an extra hour tending the gardens that afternoon as penance.
Mother Superior pursed her lips as though she knew exactly what had been rushing through Sister Mary Christine's mind. ″I am quite serious, Mary Christine. It would seem that young Mr. Kirk is fleeing from an arranged marriage to a disreputable cad by the name of Ayel.″
Mary Christine pressed a hand to her neck and swallowed sharply. Even in this distant convent had she heard tales of the cruelty of the man and his associate, Nero. Both were wealthy merchants with their sights set on power who did not take well to being refused anything. She would only imagine the furor Kirk's flight must have caused.
The Mother Superior continued. ″Though initially given the option between consenting to the marriage and entering into service to God, it would seem his choice angered his planned husband greatly and this Ayel attempted a forced elopement. His plan was only narrowly avoided through the quick intervention of Lord Spock and Lady Nyota who have sent Mr. Kirk here for safekeeping until matters can be settled. My understanding is that they will seek the assistance of Lord Pike to stand up to Nero's powerbase.″
Mary Christine's heart was already won over by the poor man's plight. ″I see. I will, of course, endeavor to make Mr. Kirk as comfortable as possible, Mother Superior. The poor man must have had a harrowing journey and be in need of a great deal of comfort.″
″Mmm, yes,″ Mother Superior said, frowning slightly. ″About that. Lady Nyota did give me some background information about Mr. Kirk in her letter of introduction. I would be cautious about exactly how much comfort you give him, Mary Christine, for the man is said to be a bit of a rake.″
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This one is a melding of two prompts. It just sorta happened.
Prompt: Kirk, Chekov - Police Detectives
Prompt: Kirk, Gaila - Cybersex addicts
Another Day on the Job
Sam Kirk shook his head as he passed the very reluctant witnesses over to the uniformed officers for transport back to the station. Only his little brother would have the terrible judgment to be witness to a holdup at the corner convenience store and, once the perp had left with a good chunk of money in hand, leave the premises before the cops showed up to interview him. Security tapes hadn't revealed much about the thief, but Jim's face was easily recognizable.
And so Sam and his partner, Pavel, got to haul his brother and his current flame-haired fling out of their apartment - and under protest, no less - and take them in for questioning and statements. Joy.
Sam didn't see his brother that often these days, Jim spending most of his free time holed up in his apartment on his computer. It wasn't until today that he'd figured out why. Sam had had to threaten to break down the door before Jim tore himself away from the screen to turn the lock and let them in. Once inside, Sam had discovered his little brother and the girlfriend engaged in... personal activities with another couple online.
He shuddered; his brain would never be the same. And he was so happy that his brother's proclivities had been revealed to his young partner. Damnit.
Catching sight of Pavel out of the corner of his eye, Sam turned. ″Hold it, kid.″ Pavel froze in the middle of reaching for the volume on the computer's still-blaring speakers - apparently the presence of cops did little to curb the appetites of the couple on the monitor. ″Better use gloves before you touch anything over there.″
Pavel paled noticeably.
***
I was bad and definitely did not stick with the spirit of the prompt, but I couldn't resist the idea of Kirk and McCoy as evil game designers planning to wipe out your entire family on Oregan Trail.
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Traveling the Oregon Trail or similar
Creative Minds are Evil
″Oh, great idea!″ Jim Kirk held up a finger. ″Let's give everyone in the family dysentery five minutes after they start the game.″
McCoy groaned. ″C'mon, Jim. You've already made plans to sink their wagon every time they cross a river and program in a cholera epidemic every time they go hunting. Don't you think this is a little much? No one will stick with the game long enough to actually beat it. We need to actually sell the damn thing to make money on it, ya know.″
Jim looked crushed. ″Aww, Bones, I haven't even told you about my plans to have the player mauled by bears and impaled by stag when they go hunting more than once per day.″
McCoy rubbed his hands over his face. ″Fine. Dysentery it is, but no maulings!″
***
And then I came home and caught a few rounds of bridge2sickbay. This week's theme was AUs. My personal theme this week seems to have also been CRACK. I dunno, folks. I just don't know.
Prompt: Kirk, Chapel, Rand - Nunnery
The Plight of the Rake
Sister Mary Christine eyed Sister Mary Janice warily when she'd been assigned her task. She didn't want to question the Mother Superior aloud, but she couldn't help the errant thought that perhaps Mary Janice had been dipping a bit into the sacramental wine alongside Father McCoy. She chastised herself firmly and promised herself she would complete an extra hour tending the gardens that afternoon as penance.
Mother Superior pursed her lips as though she knew exactly what had been rushing through Sister Mary Christine's mind. ″I am quite serious, Mary Christine. It would seem that young Mr. Kirk is fleeing from an arranged marriage to a disreputable cad by the name of Ayel.″
Mary Christine pressed a hand to her neck and swallowed sharply. Even in this distant convent had she heard tales of the cruelty of the man and his associate, Nero. Both were wealthy merchants with their sights set on power who did not take well to being refused anything. She would only imagine the furor Kirk's flight must have caused.
The Mother Superior continued. ″Though initially given the option between consenting to the marriage and entering into service to God, it would seem his choice angered his planned husband greatly and this Ayel attempted a forced elopement. His plan was only narrowly avoided through the quick intervention of Lord Spock and Lady Nyota who have sent Mr. Kirk here for safekeeping until matters can be settled. My understanding is that they will seek the assistance of Lord Pike to stand up to Nero's powerbase.″
Mary Christine's heart was already won over by the poor man's plight. ″I see. I will, of course, endeavor to make Mr. Kirk as comfortable as possible, Mother Superior. The poor man must have had a harrowing journey and be in need of a great deal of comfort.″
″Mmm, yes,″ Mother Superior said, frowning slightly. ″About that. Lady Nyota did give me some background information about Mr. Kirk in her letter of introduction. I would be cautious about exactly how much comfort you give him, Mary Christine, for the man is said to be a bit of a rake.″
***
This one is a melding of two prompts. It just sorta happened.
Prompt: Kirk, Chekov - Police Detectives
Prompt: Kirk, Gaila - Cybersex addicts
Another Day on the Job
Sam Kirk shook his head as he passed the very reluctant witnesses over to the uniformed officers for transport back to the station. Only his little brother would have the terrible judgment to be witness to a holdup at the corner convenience store and, once the perp had left with a good chunk of money in hand, leave the premises before the cops showed up to interview him. Security tapes hadn't revealed much about the thief, but Jim's face was easily recognizable.
And so Sam and his partner, Pavel, got to haul his brother and his current flame-haired fling out of their apartment - and under protest, no less - and take them in for questioning and statements. Joy.
Sam didn't see his brother that often these days, Jim spending most of his free time holed up in his apartment on his computer. It wasn't until today that he'd figured out why. Sam had had to threaten to break down the door before Jim tore himself away from the screen to turn the lock and let them in. Once inside, Sam had discovered his little brother and the girlfriend engaged in... personal activities with another couple online.
He shuddered; his brain would never be the same. And he was so happy that his brother's proclivities had been revealed to his young partner. Damnit.
Catching sight of Pavel out of the corner of his eye, Sam turned. ″Hold it, kid.″ Pavel froze in the middle of reaching for the volume on the computer's still-blaring speakers - apparently the presence of cops did little to curb the appetites of the couple on the monitor. ″Better use gloves before you touch anything over there.″
Pavel paled noticeably.
***
I was bad and definitely did not stick with the spirit of the prompt, but I couldn't resist the idea of Kirk and McCoy as evil game designers planning to wipe out your entire family on Oregan Trail.
Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Traveling the Oregon Trail or similar
Creative Minds are Evil
″Oh, great idea!″ Jim Kirk held up a finger. ″Let's give everyone in the family dysentery five minutes after they start the game.″
McCoy groaned. ″C'mon, Jim. You've already made plans to sink their wagon every time they cross a river and program in a cholera epidemic every time they go hunting. Don't you think this is a little much? No one will stick with the game long enough to actually beat it. We need to actually sell the damn thing to make money on it, ya know.″
Jim looked crushed. ″Aww, Bones, I haven't even told you about my plans to have the player mauled by bears and impaled by stag when they go hunting more than once per day.″
McCoy rubbed his hands over his face. ″Fine. Dysentery it is, but no maulings!″
***