[Action Spam!]losttheplanetJune 15 2009, 20:34:09 UTC
Grab a seat, Jim. [Luckily, the sickbay's mostly empty right about now, and McCoy's leading him over to one of the unused biobeds.] Feeling any better?
[Not like there's a chance of it, but he has to ask. He's looking a little...rumpled right about now, as if he's rubbed at his temples or ran a hand through his hair one too many times today. But in the meantime, have a tri-corder.]
*Damn tricorder. Jim pulls himself up to sit, leaning forward on his knees.* I told you, I feel fine. I just want to talk about my awful fucking step-dad and how I couldn't do a damn thing in in school without being asked if I thought my father would be disappointed in me. *So much scowling, it's not even funny.*
[Action Spam!]losttheplanetJune 15 2009, 20:53:28 UTC
[Oh, quit whining, it doesn't even hurt. In the meantime, have a moment's thought, because Jim never wants to talk about this shit, but maybe McCoy should say something, anyway. Can't be good for him, either way.]
Yeah, I know. What kind of bullshit question is that to ask anyone in the first place? And, more than anything? It reflects badly on them, not you. It's a cheap tactic, Jim, just trying to twist the knife. They don't know your father, and they sure as hell don't know you.
*He isn't whining, he's wary. Tricorders tend to lead to hyposprays.*
Yeah, but I didn't know him either, *he mutters. Grrr.* It's not like I could just say 'no, you're wrong, fuck off.' I mean. I was a kid! Who the hell did they think they were?
[Action Spam!]losttheplanetJune 15 2009, 21:29:12 UTC
[As the tricorder continues, it starts overheating in his palm, but he's a little busy with more important things over here.]
Right, which is what makes it a bullshit question. They just like thinking they know better than you, and god forbid someone be their own person.
Besides, I'm proud of you. Might not matter much, but it's more than they'd ever be. You could save the world and those same assholes would be sitting there bitching about expectations. Oh wait. You already did.
*This is why Bones is his biffle. Jim smiles a little ruefully.* They missed the memo, I guess. Thanks, man. you know, you should meet Sam and his family sometime. You'd either get along, or argue forever. *That might be the beginnings of a grin.*
Shut that thing of, Bones, you're going to burn through your hand.
[Action Spam!]losttheplanetJune 15 2009, 22:01:15 UTC
Must have gotten lost in the mail. I'll think about it, so long as the word "Thanksgiving" ain't involved. [But he's not looking so stressed out anymore, either. In fact, he might be smiling a little.
Well, he would if the tri-corder weren't overheating. He remembers to shut it off, just barely, but it's very unnerving.]
[Action Spam!]losttheplanetJune 16 2009, 08:40:15 UTC
Shit. That's never happened before. What the hell's going on here?
[While he's puzzling that, have a slight eyebrow raise and a sigh.]
Don't let it get to your head or anything, but yeah, I am. You're better than people think you are. Just don't make me start laundry listing here, Jim.
Probably doesn't mean anything. *Please not to by hypoing. And okay, he's having trouble joking about it now. PRIDE IS A SORE POINT WITH HIM. So he shrugs and slides off the medbed.*
You alright?
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I promise, no hypos without reason today.
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Be ready in a minute.
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*And he's trudging out of his room, down a level and slipping into sickbay.*
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[Not like there's a chance of it, but he has to ask. He's looking a little...rumpled right about now, as if he's rubbed at his temples or ran a hand through his hair one too many times today. But in the meantime, have a tri-corder.]
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Yeah, I know. What kind of bullshit question is that to ask anyone in the first place? And, more than anything? It reflects badly on them, not you. It's a cheap tactic, Jim, just trying to twist the knife. They don't know your father, and they sure as hell don't know you.
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Yeah, but I didn't know him either, *he mutters. Grrr.* It's not like I could just say 'no, you're wrong, fuck off.' I mean. I was a kid! Who the hell did they think they were?
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Right, which is what makes it a bullshit question. They just like thinking they know better than you, and god forbid someone be their own person.
Besides, I'm proud of you. Might not matter much, but it's more than they'd ever be. You could save the world and those same assholes would be sitting there bitching about expectations. Oh wait. You already did.
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Shut that thing of, Bones, you're going to burn through your hand.
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Well, he would if the tri-corder weren't overheating. He remembers to shut it off, just barely, but it's very unnerving.]
How the hell did that happen?
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[While he's puzzling that, have a slight eyebrow raise and a sigh.]
Don't let it get to your head or anything, but yeah, I am. You're better than people think you are. Just don't make me start laundry listing here, Jim.
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Yeah, well. I'll try to keep out of your hair.
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I've been using this thing for longer than I've been wearing this uniform, and it's never nearly burned my hand off before.
Yeah, yeah. I stopped taking bets on that one years ago.
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