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kirktasticThings had gone... interestingly the night of the party. The small memory put a smile to Kirk's face, despite his complete boredom and annoyance at still being trapped in his room. He could leave, he could walk around, but there was nothing he could do. Damn CMO's orders.
Even if, you know, he was sleeping with said CMO.
There was still a lot to be done, and damn if he was just going to sit back while it happened. Which had led him to sitting on his bed, naked from the waist up, leaning over a padd as he tried to figure out the exact time not one but two people had evidently gone missing from his god damn ship.
And getting no where fast expect to a headache.
Even if, you know, he was sleeping with said CMO.
There was still a lot to be done, and damn if he was just going to sit back while it happened. Which had led him to sitting on his bed, naked from the waist up, leaning over a padd as he tried to figure out the exact time not one but two people had evidently gone missing from his god damn ship.
And getting no where fast expect to a headache.
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Private to Captain James T. Kirk
Date: 2009-11-09 08:30 pm (UTC)I regret that our initial meeting was so confused and ill-timed. I would like to extend my wishes for a quick recovery, and the hope that we will meet again soon under better circumstances.
Lt. James T. Kirk