James Tiberius Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
universal_charm) wrote2014-08-16 08:35 pm
universal_charm) wrote2014-08-16 08:35 pm
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Hunger Pains [ Action + Voice ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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[ He sighed and turned to head to his bedroom, and if Harry got a look at something, well, that was Harry's fault.
He came out soon enough in a t-shirt and sweat pants, still feeling a bit odd being back to normal. ]
So - what did I miss?
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[ He smirked and made his way to the kitchen, tugging out juice and the necessities for making a grilled cheese sandwich. Not quite steak, but it was food. ]
You want one, Harry?
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Suit yourself. I feel like I could eat the whole kitchen!
[ He shook his head, laughing some, and worked on making his sandwich. ]
So... I figure I've been gone a month or so? Want to give me the bullet notes?
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[ The house was filling with the scent of butter and melting cheese. He hummed to himself, poking at the sandwich as it cooked. ]
Well, I guess that's good. It would be even weirder coming back to something totally changed up, you know? Guess we're getting a break after all that crap that went down....
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Well yeah. It's like being stuck in your home town your whole life. Only so much you can do before it's all just - well, like you said, boring.
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Was that your mission, being in deep space?