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[kirktastic]

Completely wrung out from the night before, and still a little sore, Jim could not have been happier to be cleared for duty. It felt good to walk up to the bridge in his uniform, greet the alpha crew, tease Pasha at her duties, and go into his office.

Unfortunately, the amount of paperwork made it... less than happy, but at least he could get started on the mess. Inside the handsome and daring space captain was still a book worm, the child who loved the library and the man who collected actual paper books, and it was that book worm that had him start sorting things out first into folders and piles to get done. His fingers flew over the console, throwing files into each folder to sort it out. He reached over and tapped the comm, calling for Rand as well to help out.

It felt good to be the Captain again, and now he wanted to play catch up with his crew.

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[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"You are going to let me raid that collection, right?" George said eagerly. "What about books?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Course I will. Picked up my love of the stuff from you after all." Jim smiled, taking another bite. "Grabbed some classics from a shop and a few extra copies to sell. Pristine condition and all that." Not quite above making a small extra buck for himself.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"That's your grandmother's genes in you," George said proudly.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Would have been nice to know her. Jim polished off the slice of pie, even scraping the plate. "Rand should be here in a minute and she and I will start going through this mess." Jim gestured over his console.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"I'm amazed you can find your desk," George teased a little. "I half expected to be digging you out of an avalanche of padds

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Rand, evidently, is very good at what she does," Jim chuckled.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

I'll have to meet this paragon of awesomeness sometime," George smiled. "The times I spent a good two or three days buried under an avalanche of padds..."