[NVC Day 27] -- [Open Office] -- [Open to All]

[kirktastic]

With the sentencing over, the Enterprise would soon be leaving Sha'Kwai and returning to its original mission. By this point, Jim was ready for it. He wanted off the planet, his wanderlust getting the better of it. It was the longest stretch of time he had spent in once place minus his years at the Academy - always moving, always traveling, wanting

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[mr_chekov]

A guilty conscience can wreak havoc on a guilty person’s mind. Or so Chekov was finding. After their encounter on the beach she had taken to avoiding her best friend like the plague, not wanting to hurt him anymore without him even realising she was doing it. She needed to confess what she had done to somebody but she hadn’t the bravery or the inclination to tell Hikaru yet but the weight of the situation still rested heavily on the young navigator’s shoulders. She also needed advice on how to correct the situation.

Kirk.

He wasn’t exactly the first person she’d had in mind if the truth were to be known, but talking to a female friend would be awkward, Emma was busy, Riley would have gotten protective, McCoy was just.....no and as for Hikaru, the person she would normally talk to about things like this well he was the root of her problem. So Kirk it was. Hell this was going to be awkward but she needed advice and Kirk was normally good at advice.

“Keptain?” She poked her head out onto the deck, biting her lip nervously.

[kirktastic]

Jim looked up from the book in his hand and his eyes just about lit up. "Pasha." He gestured for her to take the seat opposite of him, grinning a little. He could see that nervous gesture, but all in due time. "How's this for an office today? Too bad I can't take this with me on the Enterprise."

He gave a second gesture at the large pitcher of blue liquid on the table. "Thirsty? It looks weird, but tastes sort of like strawberry lemonade. Some sort of fruit juice."

Then he'd ask about why she came. A small, tiny hint of nervousness went through him wondering if she would request to stay on planet or leave, like some others had. No. She had put in no request for it, and she was the type to do it early.

[mr_chekov]

Oh damnit, he was being nice. Somehow that made her feel worse then she already felt. But then again, when wasn't Kirk nice? Well other then to Romulans named Nero but that was understandable after all. Pasha attempted to arrange her face into a smile, hoping that it seemed genuine enough "It is lowely, I am sure that you could find a computer program that did similar. The real thing alvays feels the best though."

Even the increased gravity had gotten less noticeable in the time they had been here. The inner scientist in Pasha wondered what effect it would have when they got back to the Enterprise and the set gravity controls there? Sitting down she cocked her head curiously at the pitcher, stating the obvious "But it is blue." But Pasha nodded her head anyway, she was quite thirsty after all and nerves were only making her mouth dryer.

[kirktastic]

"I think it's the whole 'vitamin D' thing," Jim laughed as he poured her a drink to match the one he already had. He nudged it over to her, the leaned back in his chair.

"Come on, what's going on? You only bite your lip when you're worried." He could remember seeing Chekov doing that in the past.

[dilithiumwanted]

Scotty had work to be done before departure, and the Captain's signature needed to be on these PADDs before departure. So, he did what anybody else would do and visited the Captain's office.

"Hello Hello?"

[kirktastic]

It was amazing to even see his Engineer down on planet. Jim was under the amusing assumption that being able to work on the Enterprise with full privileges of a space dock and no worries about needing a system that the engineer was working on would be considered Scotty's vacation. He had a feeling he was right, too.

"Come have a seat, Scotty," Jim said cheerfully. He nudged the other chair with the tip of his foot. However unhappy he had been about the trial's outcome, he refused to let it affect this. It was his crew, and they would be leaving soon. A mixture of work and relaxation he could deal with.

[dilithiumwanted]

Scotty sat, rather uncomfortably considering. He would be rather be on the ship, but things sometimes did not go according to plan. "Capitan. These need signing, sir." He offered the PADDs with a smile. "I suppose Congratulations about the trial results are in order."

[kirktastic]

"I don't know if I'd go as far as congratulations," Jim murmured as he took the PADDs, reading the top one, "definitely didn't turn out like I'd hoped." His brows furrowed as he waded through the wording on some things, but tugged out a stylus and signed it before turning his attentions to the next one. "How's our Lady looking?" Careful to not say 'my' to his chief engineer. He liked his showers staying hot and his replicator functional.

[lt_paula]

What with one thing and another, Paula hadn't seen Jim or Leonard since she'd snuck out of their quarters that morning nearly two weeks ago. She wasn't particularly worried that seeing either of them would be too awkward, so when she received Jim's message she decided to stop by.

The door was open when she arrived, and she could see Jim sitting out on the deck.

"Hello," Paula called out.

[kirktastic]

He recognized that voice immediately. Jim turned in his seat and gave her a smile. Paula was beautiful, damn. ...She had particularly nice-- BUSINESS, JAMES.

He gestured for her to come over. "Paula. Have a seat. Want a drink?" He indicated the pitcher beside him.

[lt_paula]

She returned the smile, sinking into the chair across from him. Luckily she was wearing sunglasses, so hopefully it wasn't too obvious that her gaze lingered on his mouth, or his hand gesturing toward the pitcher. And if her face was a tiny bit pink, it could be chalked up to the sun.

"Yes, please," Paula replied, leaning forward to pour herself a glass. "Thanks again for the flowers. They were beautiful," she continued as she sat back comfortably.

[kirktastic]

He hoped they were, as Bones picked them out. Bones was... more gentlemanly than him in that area. "Glad you liked them. So, what brings you here?" How awkward was this going to get?

Private subspace message to Captain James Kirk

[hey_jocelyn]

Hello Captain,

We've never met, but I've heard about your experiences in space from my ex-husband, Leonard McCoy. He's told me that you are a fine captain and a friend of his, which is why I am writing to you. I have been trying to get in touch with him for a few weeks now, and he is either incapacitated or is ignoring my messages. They are regarding the situation on board with his parents.

Can you please ask him to contact me as soon as possible? There are things happening here that I might be able to handle, if he would only give me some direction or indication what he'd like done. Otherwise, I am at a loss to stop what might happen unless I take matters into my own hands.

Respectfully,
Jocelyn Treadwell

Private subspace message to Jocelyn Treadwell

[kirktastic]

Mrs. Treadwell,

I'll be blunt, as this is a private message.

We've never met for a damn good reason, because I'm pretty sure it wouldn't end well. I don't know what you think you have to say or do about his parents, but you have absolutely nothing, no right at all, to have a say in his life and specially about his parents.

You think maybe he's ignoring your messages for a reason? He doesn't want anything to do with you except his daughter. What new way are you trying to ruin his life?

Don't contact me, or him, again unless it has to do with Joanna.

Captain James T. Kirk

Private subspace message to Captain James Kirk

[hey_jocelyn]

Thank you for responding at least. I appreciate blunt, so I'll be blunt in return.

If you know Leonard at all, you'll know that he'd rather run and hide than deal with something that is bothering him. He knows why I want to talk, and yes, he doesn't want to deal with it. I can't imagine he's taking his parents being alive well. His father's death devastated him in ways you can't imagine.

I assure you I don't want to ruin his life. But there are reporters nosing around looking for anything related to his parents - anyone who knew them, related to them, neighbors from the old house. People have been seen poking at their graves.

The moment someone comes near my daughter is the moment this leaves his jurisdiction and I deal with it my way. If he wants hands off this, like everything else, that's fine. But he had his chance. If not for me, then for our little girl - tell him to contact me as soon as he can.

J. Treadwell

[kirktastic]

Jim stared in silence at the message. Dammit, dammit, dammit. He knew how much Bones loved Joanna... if reporters and other bullshit people like that were poking around at his parents' graves, not only did Emma and David deserve to know, but Bones had to do something.

Maybe he could do something as well. Get Starfleet to lean on the papers to keep them off the kid.

Bones,

Need you to get a hold of me asap. It's important, very important.

JTK

[rn_chapel]

Tina didn't bother to send a reply to Kirk's message. She was already dressed, and getting out of her room sounded nice. The Captain had said his door was open, and it clearly was, but she stopped and knocked on the frame anyway, to let him know that she was there.

[kirktastic]

Jim barely heard the knock on the front door, more than thirty feet away, but he turned when he thought he heard something faint and smiled to see Tina. God damn she was huge. He kept that from his smile and instead walked over to her. "Tina, good to see you. Looking gorgeous, as always." He couldn't help the small flirt in his voice.

[rn_chapel]

Tina smiled. "I appreciate you not using the word 'glowing.'" She took the opportunity to look him over. He seemed tired, but more relaxed than he'd been the last few times she'd seen him from a distance as they all wandered the city. Hopefully, he'd have some time to recover some more of his equilibrium before going back to full-time duty.

She glanced past him to the deck. "Is that the promised almost-lemonade I see?"

[kirktastic]

"Sure is. ...Glowing?" He didn't entirely understand the concept of that. He gestured with his head back towards the deck, leading the way back out to the deck, flopping down into his chair before pouring them each a glass. "It's really good stuff. A hint sour, a hint sweet... good." He nudged the glass in her direction.