What have we here? (OTA)

[capt_j_t_kirk]

Kirk was very relieved to be back to himself. And glad that Scotty was too. He knew he was never going to hear the end of it from McCoy, and Spock, though he had ordered that the tale not get back to the Enterprise. They each had their own very subtle and completely deniable ways of letting him know that they remembered. He smiled even as he sighed

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[dominie]

When Kirk made it to Ops, there was a little man primly situated at one of the consoles. Primly situated meaning that he was scooted up into the chair so his feet could rest bare with a remote between his toes, pressing buttons with his feet for some important thing or another while his arms were restricted around him with a length of straight-jacket.

He looked up abruptly as someone he wasn't expecting entered, blue eyes wide and mid-squirm. Then those eyes shifted suspiciously.

"Sir, I'll respectfully ask you to consider that this situation isn't what it looks like. Or it is, if you think it's multi-tasking," he announced in a rolling accent, and then squirmed some more. Apparently his hat had become dislodged off his curly mop of hair in all his wriggles and squiggles, and was resting upside down in the floor beside his chair.

[capt_j_t_kirk]

Kirk paused for a moment. He had a brief flashback of being held captive by a madman on Elba II, but forced himself not to jump to any conclusions.

"It looks as though you are pushing buttons with your toes as you are trying to escape a strait jacket."

[dominie]

"Oh come now! I'm not trying to escape it at all. I am escaping it. Two entirely different things, trying and doing. One means you've roundly set your mind to it, and the other suggests an attempt that can possibly fail."

He jammed his hand out the front of the front of the canvas like an alien parasite erupting from the part between the fabric, and he wiggled his fingers at Kirk. "There's a place in one of the consoles for the key. It wouldn't allow me to change my mind, damned curiosity of mine."

[capt_j_t_kirk]

"Why...are you in the strait jacket in the first place?"

Kirk looked around at the consoles and found one without a key in it.

He stood, undecided, weighing the remark about not being allowed to change his mind.

[queenairlock]

Laura's back was to the door as she typed some things into the computer. She was in a light mood as she finally allowed herself to fully relax into her position and the relative comfort and safety of the station. She had to enjoy it while she could, so there was no use worrying about when it would be over.

Deciding it was time for a break to stretch her legs, she stood and when the door slid open she was immediately face to face with a man on the other side. "Oh, hello," she said as she stepped back a pace. "Can I help you with something?"

((late tag is late. My apologies.))

[capt_j_t_kirk]

Kirk had one response to a beautiful woman -- at least until and unless she tried to kill him, or steal his body, or take over his mind, or infect him with a virus...he smiled a charming smile, and held up a flat, red, crystalline object.

"I was rather hoping that you could help me?"

[queenairlock]

"Oh, well that means you work here now," she said as she gestured to the key slot. "Go ahead. Once the position is officially filled, I'll fill you in on all the specifics," Laura encouraged.

[capt_j_t_kirk]

"Well, if it means working beside you, how can I refuse?" Such boyish charm wafting in her direction, as Kirk approached the console.