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Topic #4 
2nd-Jul-2009 02:31 pm
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[[Alrighty, it's time for everyone's favorite Scotsman to take his turn. We'll be falling back on the old 'Enterprise becomes sentient, plays matchmaker' routine. I'm not quite sure how this is going to work itself out, but I'll be playing both Scotty and the Enterprise herself. I suppose you can just post your as characters, interact for a couple posts, and then I'll step in and, dunno, lock you two into a supply closet or summat.]]



Ion storms. It was always ion storms.

Somehow, sub-atomic particles always managed to flit their way in to each and every situation and wreak havoc. It seemed to Scotty that every other week his beautiful ship was converging with parallel universes, mucking about in the past, and generally fucking with every law of physics.

Most of the time he could rectify the problem before it got too out of hand - sometimes the crew didn't even notice the difference.

But as Scotty stood there, slack-jawed staring at the computer console, he decided that today would be different.

Against the shiny white plasma screen blinked seven words in dark, stylistic text:

'Would you like to play a game?'

And yes, he really, really would.

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4th-Jul-2009 03:21 pm (UTC)
"Wha-?" Kirk frowned at the control panel and turned back to McCoy, who genuinely seemed not to know what was going on either.

"You gotta be kidding me," he sighed and leaned back against the wall of the turbolift, wondering what these machinations of Scotty's were.

"Something must be happening out there and they don't want us to find out about it," he reasoned. "Wait... did Scotty say 'she'?"
7th-Jul-2009 01:20 am (UTC)
McCoy rolled his eyes, leaning back against the wall. "You know, I stopped questionin' him a long time ago."

Pursing his lips, McCoy looked at Jim. "Damn it."
7th-Jul-2009 01:34 am (UTC)
The possibility of 'she' being anyone other than the Enterprise entertained Kirk for all of a minute.

He met Bones' look and let out a small sigh, "From the sounds of it, we might have a bit of a wait," he decided.

Sliding down the wall, Kirk sprawled on the floor in what was as comfortable a position as could be found in the confines of a turbolift.
7th-Jul-2009 01:43 am (UTC)
McCoy sighed and settled down next to him, side pressed against him.

"For the record, I blame you," he muttered, blinking in the darkness.
7th-Jul-2009 01:57 am (UTC)
Kirk pouted, bringing one knee up and wresting him arm on it at the wrist, dropping his head back.

"I didn't make the ion storm happen, y'know," he mumbled.

He tried to place himself in Scotty's mindset... sandwiches and scotch and all possible uses of an Impul- "What do you think he's up to?" he asked Bones quickly.
7th-Jul-2009 02:10 am (UTC)
"Hell if I know," McCoy snapped. He looked up at the ceiling, then let out a heavy breath.

"Might as we be productive," he mumbled, pulling out his PADD. He scrolled threw a few medical articles.
7th-Jul-2009 02:18 am (UTC)
Watching McCoy read for a minute, Kirk scanned their confines again, then patted his pockets for some form of work or amusement. Nothing. His attention turned to Bones.

"You sure you aren't in on this?"
7th-Jul-2009 02:21 am (UTC)
McCoy dropped his PADD onto his lap, raising an eyebrow at Jim. "The hell would I wanna waste my time with you for?"
7th-Jul-2009 03:15 am (UTC)
"Hell, why would Scotty want to lock us in here?" he challenged, raising an eyebrow. He pulled his legs up to his chest. "I hope you haven't got plans t'day, Bones."
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