James Tiberius Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
universal_charm) wrote2013-05-08 09:32 pm
universal_charm) wrote2013-05-08 09:32 pm
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Let's Try This Again [ Action + Locked Voice ]
[ Locked to Arya, Spock, and Emil - 90% Unhackable ]
Okay, so, seems Luceti doesn't want us hanging out at a camp site, but screw that, we're going this weekend. I still have all the stuff, so we're pretty much set. But, uh, Spock you're going to have to get yourself some other clothes. I still only have the ones we picked for your bitty self...
[ Locked to Spock, 100% Unhackable ]
Hey, I want to talk to you about something. Let me know when you got time, we can go down to Buffy's or something, get a drink, and talk there.
[ All of that done, it was time to go and run some errands and fill up his day - which suddenly seemed a bit harder than it should.
He could at least start by really getting back into his workout. It had kind of gone wonky the last few weeks. Don't even get him started on the last weekend. He could still hear that odd speech pattern in his head and it made him wince. How? How had anyone put up with that? And he had been posing, hadn't he? He was sure he had, because he remembered looking at himself in the mirror... and no. Nope. Not going there. He was going to the battle dome now and he was going to make use of it. He spent the morning working out against simulations and doing resistance training, the release of exercise endorphines sending a nice, happy tingle through him.
Eventually, he had to stop though and get some real errands done - which basically meant the grocery story because somehow that had become his job when it came to feeding two grown adults, a teenage girl, and a wolf the size of a pony. Seriously, you try telling that thing what it can and cannot eat. If it wants to eat, it eats. Which meant grocery shopping and hauling it all back.
But even with doing that, it left an afternoon partially open, and he wanted to do something new. And what might that be? Well... why not go to the barn? He knew they had one and had horses (it made sense since they had ponies, right?), and while he had never really been much of an animal person, it might not be a bad idea to become acquainted with another potential forms of transportation after all. That in mind, he headed that way, with a pocket full of carrots. Horses like carrots, right? ]
Okay, so, seems Luceti doesn't want us hanging out at a camp site, but screw that, we're going this weekend. I still have all the stuff, so we're pretty much set. But, uh, Spock you're going to have to get yourself some other clothes. I still only have the ones we picked for your bitty self...
[ Locked to Spock, 100% Unhackable ]
Hey, I want to talk to you about something. Let me know when you got time, we can go down to Buffy's or something, get a drink, and talk there.
[ All of that done, it was time to go and run some errands and fill up his day - which suddenly seemed a bit harder than it should.
He could at least start by really getting back into his workout. It had kind of gone wonky the last few weeks. Don't even get him started on the last weekend. He could still hear that odd speech pattern in his head and it made him wince. How? How had anyone put up with that? And he had been posing, hadn't he? He was sure he had, because he remembered looking at himself in the mirror... and no. Nope. Not going there. He was going to the battle dome now and he was going to make use of it. He spent the morning working out against simulations and doing resistance training, the release of exercise endorphines sending a nice, happy tingle through him.
Eventually, he had to stop though and get some real errands done - which basically meant the grocery story because somehow that had become his job when it came to feeding two grown adults, a teenage girl, and a wolf the size of a pony. Seriously, you try telling that thing what it can and cannot eat. If it wants to eat, it eats. Which meant grocery shopping and hauling it all back.
But even with doing that, it left an afternoon partially open, and he wanted to do something new. And what might that be? Well... why not go to the barn? He knew they had one and had horses (it made sense since they had ponies, right?), and while he had never really been much of an animal person, it might not be a bad idea to become acquainted with another potential forms of transportation after all. That in mind, he headed that way, with a pocket full of carrots. Horses like carrots, right? ]
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I would say guess - but Spock isn't a big fan of meat, so avoid that for him and I fully expect Nymeria to kill her own food. I am not feeding that thing anymore than I have to in her natural element.
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Maybe we should make sure Nymeria eats somewhere else, though.
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I'm sure Arya has a handle on her. However she does it, she seems to be able to make that wolf do a lot of things I wouldn't think wolves would do.
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[... don't worry, most of them aren't here with him.]
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Uh... sure? I'm not sure what that means.
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So you've tamed them, basically.
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Yeah, let's not piss off the monsters.
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Heh, well, good to know. Have I met him and just not known it?
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A cat with wings, huh? Well, there goes the canary's chances.
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