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[starshipcommand]

... Well.

That was awkward.

[... Yeah. That's all he's got to say about that.]

Hey, Spock. I take back what I said about your binders. I love those things. You should come by so I can give you some awesome stickers to decorate them with.

Comments

[citesregulation]

It was unusual.

...They do not need stickers.

[starshipcommand]

Yes, they do. Get your Vulcan ass in here.

[citesregulation]

You're going to deface my property.

[starshipcommand]

Just get over here.

[citesregulation]

Where is here, Sir?

[starshipcommand]

My room?

[citesregulation]

Five minutes.

[starshipcommand]

Thanks. [Jim runs a hand through his hair.]

[citesregulation]

You are welcome.

[starshipcommand]

[The door to Jim's room is open, and Jim's swinging his spinny chair from side to side impatiently, elbows on the armrest, hands dangling.]

[citesregulation]

[ Spock appears after several moments. Oh, and is this sarcasm you sense? Possibly. But it is so subtle, it might be hard to tell. ]

Sir?

[starshipcommand]

[Jim spreads his hands, as if to say "they're empty."] Look, no stickers.

[citesregulation]

I did show up, Captain.

[starshipcommand]

Yeah. ... Sorry. I just wanted to talk. Y'know, about... [He gestures vaguely, but from his expression, tone, and the way he's sitting, it's clear it's something... heavy. serious. Probably that whole "ten years in the future" thing.]

[citesregulation]

About one of our possible futures?

[starshipcommand]

What do you think happened? How do you think we were propelled forward through time? Or were we?