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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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7th-Jul-2009 03:19 am (UTC)
His short nap lasted almost an hour and he blinked awake when he started shivering. The tunic sleeves were hastily rolled down and he wrapped his arms around himself, huddling for warmth, damp shirt and wet hair uncomfortably cold now that the air had cooled off.

He blew on his fingers to warm them, then saved his work and checked the temp again. It still showed normal.

"Am I going mad..? Some kind of space sickness..?" He rubbed his eyes, feeling the first dull throb of a headache threatening.
7th-Jul-2009 03:24 am (UTC)
Scotty switched the temperatures back to normal, sitting back in his chair and contemplating his next move.

[[asdihfk, running out of things to do *dies*]]
7th-Jul-2009 03:27 am (UTC)
As the room started to warm, the shivering stopped. But he pulled the damp tunic and undershirt off anyway, laying them out by the air vent so they'd dry a bit.

This was one seriously fucked up day. He sat back at the console, started typing again and yelped when a small shock ran through his system. "What the fucking fuck?!"

[There's.. shocks, turning the lights off, locking him in, blaring music, sending a live porno feed on his monitor.. lol]
7th-Jul-2009 05:27 pm (UTC)
Scotty laughed throatily, watching the lieutenant's panic. He pressed a couple buttons, increasing the voltage that would course through the panel and into the man. Not enough to injure, just enough to sting.

And for good measure he locked the door, too.

"Aaaaleeex~" he whispered into the intercom. He struggled to keep his voice neutral and, more importantly, accent-free.
7th-Jul-2009 05:31 pm (UTC)
Panic? Just a little. He yelped and shook his hand out when the next shock was stronger, then something was whispering his name. He all but jumped to his feet. "Who's there?!" An edge of nerves working into his voice.

Alex peered around corners, under desks, looking for places someone could hide, but he was alone. He grabbed his tunic and yanked it back on, then tried to open the door. It wouldn't move.

He tried the comm, but it didn't work.

And when he tried to type, he was shocked and couldn't get a message written out or sent.
7th-Jul-2009 05:52 pm (UTC)
"A ghoooost~" whispered Scotty dramatically. And, as an afterthought, added, "Boooo~"
7th-Jul-2009 06:22 pm (UTC)
He swallowed, shook his head. "Okay, this isn't funny." He tried to open the door again and yelped when there was a minor shock from the panel.

"H- Hello..? This really isn't funny.. hello?" Now he was sounding scared, and looking it as well.
8th-Jul-2009 12:09 am (UTC)
"Of course this isn't funny!" the ghost cried. "I'm dead, lad; do you think I go around crackin' jokes?"

Scotty winced - he had slipped, just a bit. Hopefully Michaels wouldn't notice.
8th-Jul-2009 12:16 am (UTC)
Alex just shook his head. "Maybe the captain was right and I am cracking up. I've been working too hard. A few too many sleepless nights, a few too many papers and studies and periodicals. Too little sleep, too much work, not enough..relaxation. That's all. I'm imagining this. I've probably fallen asleep at my station, and this is all a really weird dream."

8th-Jul-2009 12:54 am (UTC)
"If this is a dream," Scotty posed, "why don't you just wake up?"

He sent another course of electricity, the sharp light jumping from the nearest console to the man's body.
8th-Jul-2009 01:27 am (UTC)
He yelped at the sting and shook his hand. It was tingling from the shock, nerves buzzing.

"I-- I don't know. Maybe it's just part of the dream.." He slid down the wall to sit on the floor, knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped around them.

"Or maybe I'm just...going insane. I'm in a room by myself. Talking to myself. I've gone mad. That's all."
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