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[kirktastic]

*sits in his office, wondering when he started using it so much, working furiously through much hated paperwork that's backlogged since hell broke loose*

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[original-fine.livejournal.com]

*enters, country_doc in tow.*

Jim?

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

*Stands just behind his Captain, hands behind his back, frowning slightly. The air's pretty damn tense (quite right too) and it's making him somewhat twitchy, so he keeps quiet for now.*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*looks up, and a serious amount of relief comes to his expression* Jim. Bones. *looks between them, then gets straight to the point*

How much do you two know about what's going on right now with Spock?

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

*Glances at Bones.*

Only that he entered pon farr prematurely, and somehow you ended up the... recipient of his attentions.

*He can look at Jim only by sheer force of will--he is summoning all his command of himself to quell the roiling questions within him.*

And that he was sedated. Are you... are you all right?

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

*Exchanges the glance with Jim before scanning his gaze over what he can see of Kirk - no doubt his own Bones has patched him up already, as he seems to look ok. Not that he can tell much from a glance, though...*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*The younger Jim looks bloody fucking exhausted, to put it bluntly, and there's the remains of a visible bite mark just peeking out from under his collar.*

I'm fine. *Dismissing the worry.* I don't know everything about this pon farr thing, but he's told us quite a bit between Bones and I. I know its, basically, fuck or die or kill. But... Bones says he needs a bondmate for the 'fuck' part of that to actually work.

*Eyes them both.* I'll be blunt because honestly no matter how I put this its embarrassing for everyone involved. I went there to check up on him, thought I knew what I was doing and didn't. The second he touched me, I could see everything going on in his head.

It was a lot of porn. Involving you three, me, and my Bones.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*presses chime to enter the door* *sees the conversation already going on, steps around to Jim's right side but stays silent until he's asked something - it looks like they've already begun talking*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Bones. *Whispered to his own.* I seriously, as much as I can be a pervert, don't want to be next to them while they're all... active. I'm gonna use a spare room in the mean time.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head, whispering back* Stay with me.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*eyes go wide in surprise for just a moment, then a glance to the other two* ...We'll talk. *standing up to lead them all to Spock's room.*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

[OOC: http://kirktastic.livejournal.com/5223.html?thread=190311#t190311 ]

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*comes almost literally skidding around the corner, stopping when he sees Spock already waiting outside his door.* Dammit, should have guessed you'd beat me here. *offers a tired grin and goes inside, flopping down into his chair behind the desk and gesturing for Spock to sit down*

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

[follows Jim inside, and at his gesture, sits down in the chair in front of his desk. elbows on the arm rests, fingers laced together.] What did you want to discuss with me?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Quite a bit, actually. *rubs his brow, as if there's a tension headache there.* Some ship stuff, some personal stuff. And I'm sorry we're going to have to talk about the personal stuff but we have to, because I'm not being unprepared for it in the future.

So ship or personal, which would you rather start with?

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

I am under the impression that your personal queries would be more taxing, so I prefer that we begin with the professional topics.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Alright.

We'll start off easy. Pike, OUR Pike, is on board. He's got all the information about what's been going on here and is currently talking with my Dad.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

I am glad that he has finally arrived. Have you already settled accommodations for him?

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

*presses the chime, and stands outside the door patiently, tapping the screen of her PADD*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

[OOC: We are going to assume this happens after Spock leaves?]

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

(OOC: oops, I totally didn't realize he was in there. But yeah, that works for me!)

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Awesome.]

Come in. *Looks up from the padds all spread out in front of him and a few pieces of actual paper that, from the pencil in his hand, he was writing something down on. He looks exhausted, and there's a very dark bruise peeking out from under the collar of his shirt that looks like it had to hurt.*

Uhura. *A grin despite tiredness.* Looking lovely as always.

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

*enters and moves over to sit across from him, pausing at the sight of yet another bruise. she raises a brow in question, leaning forwards to lift the collar a little more so she can see it all and shakes her head with a sigh* And who gave you that one?

*leans back and sits, placing her PADD on her lap and rolling her eyes goodnaturedly at the comment* A sentiment you Kirks seem to be fond of expressing.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Um, Spock gave it to me. The other Spock. Really, really long story. *almost looks... embarrassed*

Was my Dad hitting on you? *changing the subject very quickly*

Hailing Captain Kirk and Commander Spock

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"Captain Kirk and Commander Spock -- meanin', the native versions -- could ye please report to transporter room one immediately? I've the Lady Amanda here, and she'd like to speak with her son." (http://grayson-amanda.livejournal.com/727.html)

[ensignvorik.livejournal.com]

[[ Walks in nervously ]]

"Captain Kirk, sir. I...was caught in a time vortex that was meant to take us back home to Earth. Instead, it took me-- and me alone-- to this place. If you wish to search me or to lock me up you may do so. I understand the nature of the situation. I just ask not to be treated harshly by those who would be confining me."

[[ Pauses for a bit ]]

"My name is Ensign Vorik. I was working as an emergency engineering assistant on the USS Voyager."

{{ Looking around, all the different plaques and pieces of art surrounding-- quite a taste for beauty, which is not surprising }}