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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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We did, though. Didn't I hit on you once and it was too weird? [ Bones, are you saying you don't ... want that hurdle to be passed over? WHAT. ] That's how I remember it.

Jim, I know your relationship goggles are cobwebbed and rusty, but you might want to put them on and rethink what you've just said.

... Never mind, she clarified what she meant.

[ this is the sound of bones' forehead making contact with an office desk. ]

[ kfjgkdf jesus. Rubbing his face in a hand, he's way too hot for this. ]

I'll talk to you, uh, later.

Yeah, do that.

And stop stalking my conversations.

They're public, Mr. Mouthbreather. [ never gonna let you live that one down. ] But sure.

That doesn't mean you have to watch them.

No, but it means I have that privilege if I want to use it.

Talk to me later. Go and do some damage control.

My damage control consists solely of insisting I don't want to get in my crew's pants, apparently.

[ Huffing, he cuts the feed with rolling eyes. So very red and uncomfortable. ]

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