chief medical officer & captain's log: 1
[OH HAI PARADISA. For your entertainment pleasure tonight, you are treated to sleepy Bones sounds! They sound like any other person's sleepy sounds, except grumpier and generally more doctorish.
You know, up until the point where he wakes up enough to realise that WTF THIS IS NOT HIS BED.
...AND THAT IS MOST DEF NOT HIS PILLOW WHY THE HELL IS KIRK IN THIS BED THAT IS NOT HIS.]
[Kirk murmured, a bit annoyed at whoever was poking him, so he rolled away from them, trying to break their grip. He's the captain, dammit, he needs his rest!]
[NO KIRK DON'T GO BACK TO SLEEP. Bones is worried here, dammit! This isn't anything like Starfleet quarters, even setting aside the whole 'this is not where he went to sleep last night' issue, which means they're somewhere REALLY NOT THE ENTERPRISE.]
[Kirk's nose twitches a little as he shifts on the sheets, because... this doesn't smell like his quarters, and even though he's struggling to stay asleep, it's really not working. He grumbles something about Uhura and potatoes, and pulls at the covers.]
[Bones... hits Jim on the head with a pillow.] Goddammit, Jim, be USEFUL. Wake up.
OW! [Jim flinches, and his hand goes to rub at the spot where Bones hit him.] What in the hell, Bones? Don't do--wait, what are you doing in here?!?
The real question here, Jim, is what are we doing in here?
What do you... [He looks around, confused even in the dark.] Where in...?
That's what I'd like to know. [:|]
You know, up until the point where he wakes up enough to realise that WTF THIS IS NOT HIS BED.
...AND THAT IS MOST DEF NOT HIS PILLOW WHY THE HELL IS KIRK IN THIS BED THAT IS NOT HIS.]
[Kirk murmured, a bit annoyed at whoever was poking him, so he rolled away from them, trying to break their grip. He's the captain, dammit, he needs his rest!]
[NO KIRK DON'T GO BACK TO SLEEP. Bones is worried here, dammit! This isn't anything like Starfleet quarters, even setting aside the whole 'this is not where he went to sleep last night' issue, which means they're somewhere REALLY NOT THE ENTERPRISE.]
[Kirk's nose twitches a little as he shifts on the sheets, because... this doesn't smell like his quarters, and even though he's struggling to stay asleep, it's really not working. He grumbles something about Uhura and potatoes, and pulls at the covers.]
[Bones... hits Jim on the head with a pillow.] Goddammit, Jim, be USEFUL. Wake up.
OW! [Jim flinches, and his hand goes to rub at the spot where Bones hit him.] What in the hell, Bones? Don't do--wait, what are you doing in here?!?
The real question here, Jim, is what are we doing in here?
What do you... [He looks around, confused even in the dark.] Where in...?
That's what I'd like to know. [:|]