'Apologies' [Private communications]
After Bill had left, Leonard managed to get another hour or so of the weirdest sleep he could remember having - he had always been a light sleeper, but this was more like floating on the edges of awareness than sleeping.
In the end, he gave up, still feeling more than a little worn out, but equally wide-awake. Oh well, it was probably best to get on those messages sooner rather than later. He mourned the lack of coffee briefly - he sure as hell wouldn't have trusted any the replicator spat out, now, even in its non-broken state - but perhaps it was for the best; his brain had surely dealt with enough unnatural chemical intervention for one day.
In any case, the sooner he got this out of the way, the faster the lingering embarrassment was bound to evaporate.
Dear Mr. Scott,
Please accept my apologies for causing you understandable worry over the Enterprise earlier today. The replicator in our quarters appears to be broken: It somehow transformed a banana into a convenient drug delivery system.
I am afraid that my consequently altered mental state led to further damage in one of the Jeffries tubes; I am attaching a map of the precise location.
Again, I am so sorry, and I hope I haven't broken anything beyond repair.
Sincerely,
Leonard Nimoy
To any and all crew in Maintenance,
I am so terribly sorry for adding to your undoubtedly already packed workload. Please know that this was not my intention, I was unexpectedly drugged beyond my control.
Regardless, if I could offer any assistance personally in cleaning up my mess terms of wall-scrubbing, please do let me know. Alternatively, I will gladly offer baked goods to requests.
Sincerely,
Leonard Nimoy
Dear Christine,
In case it wasn't obvious yet from my utterly embarrassing LiveJournal post, those roses were from me. And... not intended to either look or smell like that.
I am sorry, please know that the gesture was meant with utter sincerity; unfortunately I was drugged by the replicator and not in any fit state of mind. (I'm fine now, in case you should worry.)
You doing okay?
Love,
Leonard
Jim,
...yeah, I'm sorry about that. *facepalms* Bill informs me you, too, were sent running all over the ship; thank you so much for looking out for me in my incapacitated state, it means a lot.
Please tell me Spock didn't see that vid?
Still cringing in embarrassmentLove,
Len
Dear Spock,
I don't even know where to start with how utterly inappropriate that gift was, on so very many levels.
Please accept my sincerest apologies. The only excuse I can offer is that I was in an altered state of mind at the time I sent it due to a contaminated replicated banana.
Leonard
P.S.: You don't happen to have a Vulcan roommate, do you?
Tina,
I just wanted to thank you for setting me right. And I'm sorry about throwing that glitter all over you, as well as... the rest.
Please do feel free to recycle those shoes. I don't even know what the hell I was thinking.
Love,
Len
Dear Lt. UhuraNyotaLt. Uhura,
Oh God, I am so sorry. I am sure you have quite accurately deduced by now that I was off my head under the influence when I sent you those... yes, well. Apparently replicated bananas come with substituted amphetamines these days, around here.
You were right, of course, about the gesture being entirely too familiar given our very recent association. The only thing I can say is that it was utterly unlike me, and please know that I respect you far, far more than this undoubtedly communicated.
Bashfully,
Leonard Nimoy
Well. That was that, then. Now where was a rock when you needed one?
In the end, he gave up, still feeling more than a little worn out, but equally wide-awake. Oh well, it was probably best to get on those messages sooner rather than later. He mourned the lack of coffee briefly - he sure as hell wouldn't have trusted any the replicator spat out, now, even in its non-broken state - but perhaps it was for the best; his brain had surely dealt with enough unnatural chemical intervention for one day.
In any case, the sooner he got this out of the way, the faster the lingering embarrassment was bound to evaporate.
Dear Mr. Scott,
Please accept my apologies for causing you understandable worry over the Enterprise earlier today. The replicator in our quarters appears to be broken: It somehow transformed a banana into a convenient drug delivery system.
I am afraid that my consequently altered mental state led to further damage in one of the Jeffries tubes; I am attaching a map of the precise location.
Again, I am so sorry, and I hope I haven't broken anything beyond repair.
Sincerely,
Leonard Nimoy
To any and all crew in Maintenance,
I am so terribly sorry for adding to your undoubtedly already packed workload. Please know that this was not my intention, I was unexpectedly drugged beyond my control.
Regardless, if I could offer any assistance personally in cleaning up my mess terms of wall-scrubbing, please do let me know. Alternatively, I will gladly offer baked goods to requests.
Sincerely,
Leonard Nimoy
Dear Christine,
In case it wasn't obvious yet from my utterly embarrassing LiveJournal post, those roses were from me. And... not intended to either look or smell like that.
I am sorry, please know that the gesture was meant with utter sincerity; unfortunately I was drugged by the replicator and not in any fit state of mind. (I'm fine now, in case you should worry.)
You doing okay?
Love,
Leonard
Jim,
...yeah, I'm sorry about that. *facepalms* Bill informs me you, too, were sent running all over the ship; thank you so much for looking out for me in my incapacitated state, it means a lot.
Please tell me Spock didn't see that vid?
Still cringing in embarrassmentLove,
Len
Dear Spock,
I don't even know where to start with how utterly inappropriate that gift was, on so very many levels.
Please accept my sincerest apologies. The only excuse I can offer is that I was in an altered state of mind at the time I sent it due to a contaminated replicated banana.
Leonard
P.S.: You don't happen to have a Vulcan roommate, do you?
Tina,
I just wanted to thank you for setting me right. And I'm sorry about throwing that glitter all over you, as well as... the rest.
Please do feel free to recycle those shoes. I don't even know what the hell I was thinking.
Love,
Len
Dear Lt. UhuraNyotaLt. Uhura,
Oh God, I am so sorry. I am sure you have quite accurately deduced by now that I was off my head under the influence when I sent you those... yes, well. Apparently replicated bananas come with substituted amphetamines these days, around here.
You were right, of course, about the gesture being entirely too familiar given our very recent association. The only thing I can say is that it was utterly unlike me, and please know that I respect you far, far more than this undoubtedly communicated.
Bashfully,
Leonard Nimoy
Well. That was that, then. Now where was a rock when you needed one?