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[ The memory kicks in with Jim and Leonard in their cadet uniforms, the latter trying to get through to his distracted friend. There's a sense of needing to be active and occupied until he takes the Kobayashi Maru test again tomorrow, higher stakes pitted on his side this time; his feet lead him to Gaila's room where he wastes some time before Nyota Uhura returns ("You can hear me breathing?") and kicks him out.

The scene flickers to the set of the Kobayashi Maru, Spock's old program, and from Jim's perspective he's being more attentive than he looks where he's lounging in the captain's chair. The subroutine goes as planned while he holds off inputting any more commands, thereby activating it via newly installed pathways through Gaila's stolen codes, and he munches cheerily on an apple as he swans around his bewildered fake crew, chomping loudly and obnoxiously as he glances up to the instructors above.

Third time's a charm, he thinks smugly, taking a bigger bite. ]

( OOC: Jim's memories are broadcasting of the Kobayashi Maru, an exam at Starfleet Academy. It runs at 29:32-33:11 on the nosvideo link, not including the hearing after. If the HD link doesn't work, try this! Jim is unaware of the post at the time of it hitting the network. )

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That sounds nothing like me, Ms. Weasley, and what's Quidditch?

[ Neener neener. ]

[She starts laughing.]

That's because I'm not a bloke. [Then - ] It's a sport from my world. Quite brutal, loads of flying, best game there is. And I'm not entirely sure you'd believe me unless you saw it for yourself. But you lot fly, don't you, so maybe you would.

I think it's more my voice is more flowing and melodic than yours, no offence. [ :') ] We fly in shuttles and starships, not sure how many games we could play in those but it'd be fun to try.

Oh, none taken whatsover.

[ X( ]

Yeah? Caught a glimpse of yours before I looked away. Is that what the inside of your ship looks like?

That hunk of junk? Hah! No way, that was the Kobayashi Maru simulation, it's where cadets go to try out their field competency if they've been training in the command division. The Enterprise is spacious and airy, mostly white inside.

How was I supposed to know? A Comet 360 and a Firebolt might look identical to someone who doesn't know brooms but from the sounds of it—obviously the comparison's the same when it comes to your simulation and the Enterprise.

[Crappy Comet 360s with broken tails and jerky flight patterns versus the luxury of a racing broom. Nothing like it.]

So it's a test?

Yeah, but c'mon, you thought that would be my ship? For shame.

[ He nods, replaying the now-recorded version of his memory. Hah, he's so great. Really wants an apple now, too. ]

Yeah, and I'm the only person who's ever beat it. Spock programmed it way before he became my first officer.

You're making me want to watch it and I'm not sure I should puff up your ego any more than it already is.

[She might just be pulling it up.]

Look, sorry, but I don't know ships. I'm from... what, centuries in your past, technically?

You're not forgiven, I'm wounded over here.

[ The End of a friendship!!! ]

See if I ever tell you about Quidditch.

[But okay, looking at it.]

And by the way, the apple? Just the right touch of cheeky.

I'll dig around in the old files on the network to see it, not exactly hard if it's still buried there. And thanks, I thought so too. No point missing my lunch because of timing, right?

It was a few years ago, but go on and help yourself.

[Because "leet skills." CAN YOU HEAR HER POUTING, BTW.]

And you can't possibly expect me to beg for forgiveness over here. I didn't insult your ship or your captaincy.

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You insulted my good taste, a shock from which I'm just not sure I'll ever recover.

[ He's the son of Fred and George in spirit, oops. ]

[Thank Merlin that they've never met. The City would crumble.]

Well, beg pardon if I've upset your delicate sensibilities with my roundabout insults. I suppose I'm too scathing for my own good. Damn.

[ SNIFFS. ]

Okay, I think that'll do it. You're a harsh woman, Ginny.

[Beaming,]

You haven't met my mum.

Don't take this the wrong way, but hopefully I never will.

She'd feed you five servings of home-cooked food.

I take it back, let me meet your mom.

She might turn up during one of those visitors' weekends. I've seen her sniff out all my friends and interrogate the boys and make pies for everyone. You might like her.

[She pauses, then laughs.]

Once, though, a friend of mine about half convinced her he was going to marry me. I wasn't sure if she was furious or pleased.

Well, at least she'd have good-looking grandkids with us. That's something.

No other grandkids from my brothers would stand a chance.

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