Tired...
I've spent the majority of my weekend either sleeping or being mostly sedentary, could explain why I'm feeling sleepy at 9:30 at night. Ah well. Anyway, underneath the cut you will find more of the story I've been slowly developing. I'm doing much in my power to keep it from dissolving into crack, but it just sounds like so much fun. Again, as per the usual, this is a rough draft so please disregard anything that seems a bit choppy. The end became a wall of dialog, will need to go back and change it up.
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Not even a week into the first week of class and it would seem that Jim's roommate Jack had succumbed to the same syndrome most older teens developed when being really away from home for the first time in their lives. He couldn't blame the kid, not really, but it did occasionally grate on his nerves the first few times he tried to skim over required reading material from his PADD. Jim wouldn't say he was ever apposed to light study music on occasion, but Orion trance metal wasn't quite his style.
Then there was the whole issue of who Jim was. Jack was cool with having a roommate a few years his senior until he found out that 'Jim' was Jim Kirk. Things tended to get a tad awkward from then on. He could tell that his roommate was curious to know more about him, but didn't quite know how to start up a conversation. What would have been the simplest questions like 'what do you parents do for a living?' never came up. Everyone already knew who Jim was, and yet they didn't at all.
Another problem Jim encountered was the novelty of his presence on campus. Word spread quickly that Jim Kirk was attending the Academy; gawkers and gossipers practically flocked to him wherever he went for the first few weeks. The first time he attempted to look at (let alone sleep with) another person he made a name for himself.
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“Driver coils, plasma exhaust...deuterium, nacelles,” Bones reclined fully back in his seat with an irritated sigh. “Why the hell do I need to know this stuff? And why on God's green earth aren't you sweating it too?”
It was by no stretch of the imagination that Bones was not a morning person. And he tended to complain a lot about anything that upset him before the caffeine set in.
“Be thankful you're not an engineer then. That's only the rudimentary information you're going over.”
“As a matter of fact, I'm not an engineer. I'm a doctor. And doctor's should be more concerned about the well-being of their patients not...Hey, how are you not in this class with me? Seeing as everyone and their tribble has to complete the course?”
“Elementary my dear Bones remember...”
“It's McCoy,” the older man interrupted.
“...when we joined Starfleet and signed up for classes? That was one of the first ones I tested out of.”
“Oh, excuse me, I forgot you're a certified genius,” Bones rubbed his face in his hands with the attempt to stifle a yawn.
“Hey, just because I passed the basics doesn't make the advanced courses any easier. Say, give me a time and a place and I can help you go over some of that.”
“Sure, whatever. Stop by the medical dormitories and I can buzz you up.”
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Not even a week into the first week of class and it would seem that Jim's roommate Jack had succumbed to the same syndrome most older teens developed when being really away from home for the first time in their lives. He couldn't blame the kid, not really, but it did occasionally grate on his nerves the first few times he tried to skim over required reading material from his PADD. Jim wouldn't say he was ever apposed to light study music on occasion, but Orion trance metal wasn't quite his style.
Then there was the whole issue of who Jim was. Jack was cool with having a roommate a few years his senior until he found out that 'Jim' was Jim Kirk. Things tended to get a tad awkward from then on. He could tell that his roommate was curious to know more about him, but didn't quite know how to start up a conversation. What would have been the simplest questions like 'what do you parents do for a living?' never came up. Everyone already knew who Jim was, and yet they didn't at all.
Another problem Jim encountered was the novelty of his presence on campus. Word spread quickly that Jim Kirk was attending the Academy; gawkers and gossipers practically flocked to him wherever he went for the first few weeks. The first time he attempted to look at (let alone sleep with) another person he made a name for himself.
oOo
“Driver coils, plasma exhaust...deuterium, nacelles,” Bones reclined fully back in his seat with an irritated sigh. “Why the hell do I need to know this stuff? And why on God's green earth aren't you sweating it too?”
It was by no stretch of the imagination that Bones was not a morning person. And he tended to complain a lot about anything that upset him before the caffeine set in.
“Be thankful you're not an engineer then. That's only the rudimentary information you're going over.”
“As a matter of fact, I'm not an engineer. I'm a doctor. And doctor's should be more concerned about the well-being of their patients not...Hey, how are you not in this class with me? Seeing as everyone and their tribble has to complete the course?”
“Elementary my dear Bones remember...”
“It's McCoy,” the older man interrupted.
“...when we joined Starfleet and signed up for classes? That was one of the first ones I tested out of.”
“Oh, excuse me, I forgot you're a certified genius,” Bones rubbed his face in his hands with the attempt to stifle a yawn.
“Hey, just because I passed the basics doesn't make the advanced courses any easier. Say, give me a time and a place and I can help you go over some of that.”
“Sure, whatever. Stop by the medical dormitories and I can buzz you up.”