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[daredtodo]

[This is a grumpy-looking, aged twelve James T. Kirk the community gets today, just a few days after his "first" post here. The room he's in is not his own, but a white, ultra-modern looking place that hardly looks lived-in. He moves around a bit as he's talking, but the camera on the computer follows him. At one point, he passes a window and, if

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[imperializing]

Pray, why would we change the course of history?

[daredtodo]

Excuse me?

[imperializing]

You are Captain Kirk in youth, are you not?

[daredtodo]

I think you're thinking about my father. I doubt I'll ever be captain of anything.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Bad day?

[daredtodo]

It was going to be awesome. Apparently, fate decided to pick on me instead.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Yeah?

[daredtodo]

Yeah!

[Any articulate thoughts Jim might have had are gone now, and so he flops himself dramatically, face-down, on the couch. The camera helpfully does a closeup.]

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[defying_grawity]

You do not vant to join Starfleet? [Little ten-year-old Pavel here doesn't understand.]

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[daredtodo]

Why would I want anything to do with that wretched institution?

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[defying_grawity]

But vhy is it bad? Starfleet is vonderful place to vork!

[video]

[daredtodo]

Starfleet eats souls.

[daredtodo]

They'd better not.

[littlemissaria]

What's happened, Jim?

[daredtodo]

My mother promised to spend today with me and instead she's off doing Starfleet stuff. I hate her so much.

[littlemissaria]

I'm sorry to hear that. Sometimes...sometimes parents get sidetracked by other things that they don't mean to. She didn't do it to upset you...though I know that doesn't make it any easier.

[daredtodo]

It doesn't, Aria, not at all. [And... he'll just be flopping dramatically on the couch now, rather distraught, though weirdly thankful she checked on him.]