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universal_charm) wrote2020-12-28 10:45 pm
universal_charm) wrote2020-12-28 10:45 pm
AOS Meets TOS - Kirk x Kirk
He knew better than to count the days. He stopped when his mind just naturally lost track, and it was better that way. Keeping track of the time was a really fast way to drive yourself mad, wasn't it? And he needed to keep sane. He had to.
Never mind that he hadn't showered in... who knows when. He was used to his own odor by now and tried not to think to much on how greasy his hair must his look. His jaw and chin at least stopped itching from the growing beard. He liked to imagine he looked like quite the rugged sort of mountain man, and not the desperate strandee he was.
For the upteenth time that he dare not track, he wormed his way into the shuttle he had managed to only partially crash planet side. Carefully he edged towards to the front where the controls were, reaching out to check one of the few functioning pieces left - the SOS signals. Still working, thank god, quietly beeping as it released out his cry into the infinite abyss. A long shot, but his only shot, and he rather hoped that the code attached - the call sign for the Enterprise, using the captain's particular signature code - would help with a response.
He had to have some kind of hope, right?
His check done, he wriggled his way back out, going over to his survival kit and grabbing his knife. Time to go check the traps and see if he could scrounge up some plant life and pray that it didn't kill him.
Never mind that he hadn't showered in... who knows when. He was used to his own odor by now and tried not to think to much on how greasy his hair must his look. His jaw and chin at least stopped itching from the growing beard. He liked to imagine he looked like quite the rugged sort of mountain man, and not the desperate strandee he was.
For the upteenth time that he dare not track, he wormed his way into the shuttle he had managed to only partially crash planet side. Carefully he edged towards to the front where the controls were, reaching out to check one of the few functioning pieces left - the SOS signals. Still working, thank god, quietly beeping as it released out his cry into the infinite abyss. A long shot, but his only shot, and he rather hoped that the code attached - the call sign for the Enterprise, using the captain's particular signature code - would help with a response.
He had to have some kind of hope, right?
His check done, he wriggled his way back out, going over to his survival kit and grabbing his knife. Time to go check the traps and see if he could scrounge up some plant life and pray that it didn't kill him.
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"Just a bit of proof that I really am in an alternate universe," he said softly, hands gripping his sheets. "In my world, Vulcan is gone - imploded, to be more accurate." If there was a way to convince someone what he said was true, this felt like one of the best ways. Though, he supposed it could come across as a ridiculous lie. But for himself it was the most glaring point that he could perhaps ascertain where and even when he was.
"Believe me or not," he added. "Though I'm sure Spock and Scotty can come up with several tests to confirm what Bones' medical analysis has already said about me. I would prefer not to, though. Scotty's experiments have a tendency to get shocky, no?"