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— iece of crap. [ There's grumbling as the viewscreen jostles, bright blue (bloodshot) eyes squinting into it curiously. The would-be handsome face glances away a moment later, eyebrows pulled together; he's sick or was prior to arriving, more worn out from the exertion of walking than any young man ought to be. ] Alright, good. You'll do for the time being.

This is Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise ordering any and all Federation crewmen to report back with the location of the nearest Starfleet outpost. I'm off-world when I shouldn't be. This "computer" — [ you can practically see the airquotes around his sour tone ] — isn't responding as it should or giving me the information I need. I'm getting nothing but interference when I try and open a standard sub-space channel, the frequency's all off ... damn, this thing's gonna fry if I keep messing with it.

[ Opening his mouth to continue, a hurk noise clogs his throat and hastily, the video clatters to the ground as Jim reels around to vomit into the fountain. Classy. ]

[ Of course, where a sick Jim is, a wild, angry Bones appears. ]

Goddammit, Jim! [ He's there all of a sudden, a hand on jim's shoulder holding him for support and a - somewhat crazy expression on his face. ] Jesus Christ, why are you out of the medbay if you're sick?! Don't move or I'll hypo your ass!

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I'd love to show you two.

[Lighting up,]

It's beautiful out there. And you've turned up just around summer so the weather's perfect. People have parties out there sometimes, barbecues and picnics and things.

[ Coughing into a fist, Jim nods along. ]

Sounds like my sort of weekend. I don't plan on being ill too long, so I'd like to get to know the whole place.

[Oh hell, Jim. Ginny's brows knit, though the smile is still in place, just softer.]

Well, I'll send you my number. Call me when you want this beach thing to happen, alright? Or if you want me to break you out of the hospital, I know how it gets in there.

You can distract Bones if I send out a distress call, he's partial to a pair of big doe eyes.

[ Smiling, Jim nods. Really needs to have a mini coughing fit off-screen shortly. ]

Can I call you back later, Ginny?

Oh, I'm ace at doe eyes. Six older brothers and none of them ever stood a chance when we were little.

[You go do that, bro. :( ]

Call me whenever. I mean that. Let me know how you are, alright?

[ She's nice. Even through all the mindfuckery going on right now, he knows he'll be calling her. ]

Great. And I will, sure thing.

[ Giving a lazy salute, he ends the feed to go and spend some more quality time with the fountain. ]

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