commander's log 002 | closed action; | open voice;

[chakotay]

[ he's decided to spend the day at the beach. the cross-gates have been quite useful and despite not knowing how they function and being very curious as to that exact question, he utilizes one to get to the northern beach. once there, he settles into a more secluded place where he, hopefully, won't be found very easily and takes out his lovely little city-phone. ]

For all of the City veterans still here... I was wondering how often these curses hit, if there's any way to stop them, and if there's a way to determine the probability of one affecting someone.

[ not counting harry. chakotay's expecting harry to get hit by curses more often than not because that's just the way harry's luck runs. poor ensign. ]

Whatever the case may be, I think it's time for me to start keeping track of how many curses I notice. I wonder if there's a running list of them somewhere?

[ once that's all taken care of, he settles back for another attempt at contacting his animal guide. he's been having a difficult time of it, since his medicine bundle is back on voyager, but he's slowly been trying to gather up things that might help him with it here. it's difficult and strange, but it just might work. so he begins quietly, murmuring the ancestral prayer and taking deep steadying breaths as his eyes slide closed and he focuses on the items in front of him. they're covered by pieces of cloth, wrapped up on the sand in front of him, as he'd rather not have some of them be seen, and some are simply tucked into his pockets. this is mostly an experiment and he has no idea that soon enough a friend will drop by for a visit. ]

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[hischair]

I'm not a wise old spirit guide but if you need to talk, I'm not in the business of spreading around secrets. [ He indulges a smile for a moment. ] Captain's word, besides that.

I can listen to whatever you need to get off your chest and I won't repeat it back to anyone from either crew, Commander. The offer's on the table.

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[chakotay]

[ for a split second, he actually gives that thought -- the irony of asking james t. kirk for romantic advice isn't lost on him -- but then it's gone. this isn't something that a talk can work out, and definitely isn't something that can be rushed. it is what it is. he just has to relearn to deal with it. ]

If it wouldn't break the temporal prime directive into tiny little pieces, I'd do more than consider it. [ but as it is... ] I appreciate your offer. I think for now... this is something I need to work through. Maybe another time.

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[hischair]

Your directive, not mine, but I see where you're coming from. [ It hasn't been implemented yet for Jim, so he's considering it pretty flexible. ] If you can't get your head sorted out your way, we'll try mine. Meyer's bar.

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[chakotay]

[ it might not be kirk's, but it's a directive chakotay has to live by, especially in such close proximity to kathryn. ]

I'll let you know.

[ and he might take kirk up on that offer for another reason anyway. he gives an appreciative sort of nod in response. ]

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[hischair]

As you like. Good luck meditating, Commander.

[ He gives a casual salute, flicking his fingers off his forehead, and ends the feed. ]