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{Sticky note} You will be wanted on the bridge earlier than 0800.
My muse has lost their memory and is relying on Sticky Notes strewn around to guide them.
“—The what now?”
( what on earth was the bridge? it didn’t seem to ring any bells, and as his eyes looked around, he found a sign pointing in the direction of somewhere with a diagram of what looked like a bridge. he started in that direction, checking his watch for the time — 7:30am. Good. He’d be there on time. )
The intercom beeps on the Captain's chair, Cyn's voice coming out of the message. "Hey dad! Ugh, I feel like I've been studying for two days straight. I need a pizza injection stat."
When the intercom beeps, James’s head turns towards the noise and he laughs a little when Cyn’s voice comes through. “I’ll send one up, through the vent. Watch out for it, kay?”
Deacon says: Jimmy! I need a snow day! Stop working so hard and let's go inner tubing or snowboarding or something.
“— I can’t help it. These reports have got to be done by tonight and I’m nowhere near finished. Why don’t you come down and help me? Get it done quicker?”
this is so weird and random but i get really nervous when i see you on my dash because i really love your blog. and even though we've rped before and even somehow formed quite a ship i think, it's totally nerve-wrecking for me to rp with you. or .. get myself to reply to your open's because you're so much quality and ugh. my point is. you're great and i love you. sorry for being an idiot.
i love you too, random nonnie. seriously, you shouldn’t be so nervous though. i’ll never reject you, don’t worry about that. i don’t want people to be afraid of me, though. that’s the problem i’m having with this “quality” tag, because people seem to be afraid to approach. please don’t be afraid to approach me nonnie, reply to my open’s, send me asks, do stuff and plot! i’m not scary i pwomise ^3^
Cyn opens her door wide and points the phaser at her dad, firing a virtual snowball that leaves cold white powder on the front of his suit. "Snowball phaser setting!" She grins wide in victory.
As soon as he see’s the phaser, his hands are up in the air in a surrendering mode, but then he notices the white powder on his chest and laughs slightly. “That’s amazing, Cyn. ‘m proud of you,” he mumbles, ruffling her hair gently.
Cyn says. "Dad, I made something for Christmas. Come and see!"
"What did you make, sweetheart?" Jim grinned, following behind his excited teenager.
(LBB) "OOooooooh!" He giggled. "I see." He frowned and looked at his father in confusion. "Why weren't you here for my birfday?"
Jim instantly frowned the minute he spoke of not being there for his birthday, and exhaled a large sigh before sitting himself down with Nick. He gave him a half hearted sigh before speaking.
“Our ship broke down, which meant that I couldn’t get to my little boy in time, but I brought you something home,” he grinned, bringing out a small teddy bear — that had somewhat of a resemblance to a Vulcan.
(Little boy blue) He giggled even more at the kiss and nodded vigorously, then paused. "MY name's Nick! Was I named after Saint Nicholas?"
“You’re named Nick because you were born in December, the 22nd to be exact — so that’s why.” he grinned widely, rubbing Nick’s back gently.
