Jim's Log - Entry #002
[Locked to friends, aka people he's met]
I haven't really had a lot of time to sit down and think since I got here, so I figured I'd make this log post a sort of 'week in review.' Mainly for me, but if any of you are interested in my day-to-day life (it's rather spectacular, after all, why wouldn't you be?) or you're just supremely bored, feel free to take a look.
Day 1 - I was being bored to death on a little pink planet until I leaned against a purple-colored tree and landed in a construction zone. With wings. I'd been hoping for a bit of excitement after encountering the largest known predator on the planet (a thing that looked like a cross between a bunny rabbit and the cutest Golden Retriever you've ever seen), but y'know. Even I have my limits. After being escorted to the Kashtta, basically I just settled in and started custom-tailoring clothes to fit around the wings. And finding out the only pair of pajama pants in my closet are glow-in-the-dark dinosaur ones. I'm not complaining, but it's a bit strange, isn't it? The Tower's got an interesting taste in clothes.
Day 2 - Didn't really do much. Explored the Tower, mostly, and ate banana bread that smelled like chocolate chip cookies (thanks again, Tabitha).
Day 3 - I was sick with a cold. Because it's me we're talking about. I have the immune system of a severely malnourished kitten. But I got some awesome chicken noodle soup from the lovely Rogue, and an unusual but great cure from Iris. And then I spent the rest of the day investigating the other species of this universe. Because I was a Boy Scout (it totally wasn't my fault I got kicked out) and like to be prepared.
Day 4 - Met up with Wes and figured out the wing thing (thanks again, man). Which is great because now I don't have to go around looking like a serial rapist with a hunchback in the creeper coat the Tower supplied me with. Though I might have to put up with it for a while longer because I can't keep them in for more than an hour or two at the moment. Ah well. And I'll be working with Wes at the garage in the future, once I've reviewed gas engines and the like. I haven't seen any of those bad boys outside of museums since I was around eighteen.
Day 5 - I explored Chicago a bit because I could keep me wings in finally and I wanted to. It's way different than the Chicago I used to visit. But I suppose two hundred years in the past and an alternate universe will do that, won't it?
Day 6 - I spent most of the day in the gym in the Kashtta, getting accustomed to the new center of gravity provided by the wings. I'm feeling pretty good after it. I'm not as good as I was before the equilibrium change, but I'm still good and getting better. I think if this keeps up I'll try flying with these babies in a couple of days.
Day 7 - Current day. I'll be downstairs helping teach hand-to-hand combat for the army meeting, so keep an eye out for me. And then I'll probably go on the look-out for anybody teaching guns. It's been a while since I've had to deal with ones with bullets but the phaser will only last so long. And then maybe see if there's anybody around to help with the flight issue. Or go looking for the library I've heard rumored to be around here.
[Locked to self]
Jesus. Has it already been a week? I can't believe...I keep expecting Spock to beam next to me any second and tell me it took them a damn long time to find me, but they're taking me home finally. Or to wake up in sickbay and discover it was just a dream I had while unconcious, and Bones will be there bitching me out for falling over a tree root or something. And wondering aloud if I find new and creative ways to crack my skull open just to keep things interesting on the slow away missions. Damn it, I want to go home. I want my ship and my crew back. I want my Bones--what the fuck is that even supposed to mean--okay just keep typing Jimmy boy my best friend back. Why the hell did I cross out that bit anyway? No one can see this but me. Fuck, I miss him everybody.
I hate looking up at night and seeing stars I've visited and knowing it's going to be a long ass time before I see them again. I hate the funny, acidic taste of the air here because of all the exhaust. I hate running into doors all the goddamn time because they don't slide fucking open.
I knew it wouldn't be easy but--I was kind of hoping for a miracle, maybe. Though I've seen my fair share in this lifetime. I guess it's being a bit selfish to ask for another. But I was hoping...
I'm not giving up. I'm not. I'm going to figure out a way back. It might take me a day, a month, a year, a decade--but I'm getting back there. I can't don't believe in no-wins scenarios.
Spock better keep his ass out of the captain's chair, in the meantime. [/lock]
So I guess I'll see you all at the army meet-up. Until then, stay in school. Don't do drugs. Yada yada. Kirk out.
I haven't really had a lot of time to sit down and think since I got here, so I figured I'd make this log post a sort of 'week in review.' Mainly for me, but if any of you are interested in my day-to-day life (it's rather spectacular, after all, why wouldn't you be?) or you're just supremely bored, feel free to take a look.
Day 1 - I was being bored to death on a little pink planet until I leaned against a purple-colored tree and landed in a construction zone. With wings. I'd been hoping for a bit of excitement after encountering the largest known predator on the planet (a thing that looked like a cross between a bunny rabbit and the cutest Golden Retriever you've ever seen), but y'know. Even I have my limits. After being escorted to the Kashtta, basically I just settled in and started custom-tailoring clothes to fit around the wings. And finding out the only pair of pajama pants in my closet are glow-in-the-dark dinosaur ones. I'm not complaining, but it's a bit strange, isn't it? The Tower's got an interesting taste in clothes.
Day 2 - Didn't really do much. Explored the Tower, mostly, and ate banana bread that smelled like chocolate chip cookies (thanks again, Tabitha).
Day 3 - I was sick with a cold. Because it's me we're talking about. I have the immune system of a severely malnourished kitten. But I got some awesome chicken noodle soup from the lovely Rogue, and an unusual but great cure from Iris. And then I spent the rest of the day investigating the other species of this universe. Because I was a Boy Scout (it totally wasn't my fault I got kicked out) and like to be prepared.
Day 4 - Met up with Wes and figured out the wing thing (thanks again, man). Which is great because now I don't have to go around looking like a serial rapist with a hunchback in the creeper coat the Tower supplied me with. Though I might have to put up with it for a while longer because I can't keep them in for more than an hour or two at the moment. Ah well. And I'll be working with Wes at the garage in the future, once I've reviewed gas engines and the like. I haven't seen any of those bad boys outside of museums since I was around eighteen.
Day 5 - I explored Chicago a bit because I could keep me wings in finally and I wanted to. It's way different than the Chicago I used to visit. But I suppose two hundred years in the past and an alternate universe will do that, won't it?
Day 6 - I spent most of the day in the gym in the Kashtta, getting accustomed to the new center of gravity provided by the wings. I'm feeling pretty good after it. I'm not as good as I was before the equilibrium change, but I'm still good and getting better. I think if this keeps up I'll try flying with these babies in a couple of days.
Day 7 - Current day. I'll be downstairs helping teach hand-to-hand combat for the army meeting, so keep an eye out for me. And then I'll probably go on the look-out for anybody teaching guns. It's been a while since I've had to deal with ones with bullets but the phaser will only last so long. And then maybe see if there's anybody around to help with the flight issue. Or go looking for the library I've heard rumored to be around here.
[Locked to self]
Jesus. Has it already been a week? I can't believe...I keep expecting Spock to beam next to me any second and tell me it took them a damn long time to find me, but they're taking me home finally. Or to wake up in sickbay and discover it was just a dream I had while unconcious, and Bones will be there bitching me out for falling over a tree root or something. And wondering aloud if I find new and creative ways to crack my skull open just to keep things interesting on the slow away missions. Damn it, I want to go home. I want my ship and my crew back. I want my Bones--what the fuck is that even supposed to mean--okay just keep typing Jimmy boy my best friend back. Why the hell did I cross out that bit anyway? No one can see this but me. Fuck, I miss him everybody.
I hate looking up at night and seeing stars I've visited and knowing it's going to be a long ass time before I see them again. I hate the funny, acidic taste of the air here because of all the exhaust. I hate running into doors all the goddamn time because they don't slide fucking open.
I knew it wouldn't be easy but--I was kind of hoping for a miracle, maybe. Though I've seen my fair share in this lifetime. I guess it's being a bit selfish to ask for another. But I was hoping...
I'm not giving up. I'm not. I'm going to figure out a way back. It might take me a day, a month, a year, a decade--but I'm getting back there. I can't don't believe in no-wins scenarios.
Spock better keep his ass out of the captain's chair, in the meantime. [/lock]
So I guess I'll see you all at the army meet-up. Until then, stay in school. Don't do drugs. Yada yada. Kirk out.