James Tiberius Kirk (
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. ]
Re: voice
You've got it! Seventh Heaven, right?
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Re: voice
Same here.
[ He went to go find some clothes, tugging on jeans and a t-shirt and slipping into sensible sneakers instead of his boots. No need to stand on ceremony, and he was still working out the disconnect between being a ball of fur and a man.
He eventually made it over to Seventh Heaven, looking for Mac, though he thought he was the first since he just changed clothes. He went and got them a booth, waiting for his friend. ]
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Re: voice
[ He took his hand and grasped it in the wrist clasp of friends before sitting down himself, smiling as he so usually did. ]
Long time no see, right? I figure five more minutes wasn't going to kill me.
voice
OMG, I WAS SO SURE I HIT POST ON THIS /flails
[ He shrugged and laughed at the truth of it. It seemed the tribble's simple existence still clung to him in some ways. ]
How have you been? I've been away a long time if my dates are right.
That's ok!
[He cups his hands as if holding something round between them]
--little fuzzballs? [If that's the case, that sounds like cruel and unusual punishment. Do they even have limbs? Is it bad that a part of him almost wishes he saw it for the sheer surreality of it?]
Re: That's ok!
Yeah, that's what I've been told. Little fuzzball, likes to eat a lot. Thankfully I don't think I was pregnant. I don't think I could have dealt with that - not even as a tribble.
[ He shuddered and looked down at his stomach suspiciously for a moment, as if expecting it to expand at any second. ]
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[It's an attempt at a joke, right? RIGHT?]