Hunger Pains [ Action + Voice ]

[universal_charm]

[ There is a sudden and alarming amount of flailing going on as one sandy-furred tribble suddenly turns into one sand-haired (and very naked) Captain James Tiberius Kirk. He flails for a moment, brain working out the fact that he was no longer a ball and now had four limbs and tubular body. In fact, it was taking its time figuring out the fact it now had a lot of things tribbles did not have.

He sat on the floor, bleary for a minute, letting himself get used to the idea of being more than a few inches off the ground. Getting to his feet is another matter for his brain to work out, involving a lot of wobbling, but he eventually gets it. And he's happy about that. Having vague memories of being a living hairball aren't as pleasant or exciting as one might think, though thankfully no one had outright abused his poor little furball self. Most had been nice. He distinctly remembered a lot of petting. And eating.

Speaking of eating.... he was hungry. Like, really hungry.

Still naked, he located his little journal and flipped it open, also suddenly aware that he had been gone... awhile. Yeah, awhile. ]

So, who wants to treat me to a welcome back steak dinner? With a fully loaded bake potato on the side?  

[ He'll worry about the need for clothing later. Sorry anyone else in the house. ]

Comments

[Action]

[spohkh]

[Spock quirks an eyebrow as he walks into the main living-room. As much as he wanted to run forward and greet his Captain, he couldn't help the snarky comment.]

Clothes are not necessarily optional, Captain.

voice

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[You had him at steak -- especially considering he has yet to grab a bite to eat after his typical hour-long jogging route through the village and surrounding woodland. He can never say no to beef and all that sizzling, juicy protein.] Hey! I'm actually headin' to Seventh Heaven in a bit... you wanna come with?

[No treat of home-grilled steak from Mac. But considering his sorry attempt at pizzas several weeks ago, steak is best left to the experts.]

voice;

[jern]

Well on my end it'll just be a welcome dinner, but I never turn down steak. Especially if there can be alcohol involved as well.

[Action]

[snapturtle]

[After a long day of working on Battle Dome requests, B'Elanna just wanted to come home and unwind. But it seems that the universe hates her today.

Stepping into the house, she pauses, her mouth falling open as she sees something she'd rather not have.

Once she composes herself she folds her arms and frowns.]

So is this how Starfleet Captains conduct themselves now?

voice;

[neversurrender]

So I guess I should save my welcome back until after you've eaten? [Priorities, he has them.] And then you can begin telling me where you've been.

[voice]

[dangerouswind]

I'm always good for a steak dinner.

[action]

[neverpromoted]

[Harry walks into the house, stops, blinks, sighs and speaks.]

There are other people living here. [Pause] Sir.

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

A "welcome back" dinner? Were you gone on a mission?

[Because, uh, one does not simply demand dinner, sorry Kirk.]