4; the smell of caffeine in the morning.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Jim enters the Plane for her Briefing Room this time, and she's wearing the skirt option of her uniform today, so enjoy those legs, peeps.

She's taking a few minutes out of her day to locate a cup of coffee and maybe something to eat, because her usual yeoman is on sick leave and the replacement today somehow managed to unfailingly bring frozen coffee and burnt sandwiches.

She's not even sure how. One of life's great mysteries.

Either way, hanging out on the Plane with lunch (or maybe dinner, or slightly breakfast, too - Bones would have a field day yelling at her, but she had a late night and late morning and didn't have much time). And examining some of the objects left scattered around the Plane, out of interest.]

Comments

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Nice uniform!

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she should have expected this. :|]

Thanks.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

You are very welcome! It's amazing that this place has such a high concentration of absolutely gorgeous women.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[And that's her cue to get about as dry as she can.] I'm sorry, but I'm not available.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

What, a guy can't compliment a woman?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Ahah, okay. She can live with this.] By all means, then. Compliment away.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

{Grins} What, really? Most people would have slapped me by now.

Then please, let me just say that you have some of the best legs I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot. It's the bonus of hero costumes.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally looks bouncy, run for the hills]

Ya look hungry; 'S nice to be hungry- 'cause then you can eat things and I always like eating things; except when you eat too much and then it gets all painful an' stuff- that's never nice. I dunno why people eat too much really when it gets all painful afterwards- 'S not nice. But I suppose the yummy food makes up for it before it gets all painful- if it is yummy food of course.

'M Cally by the way; ya have really nice clothes!

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Jim just... looks amused. Hello, what who are you.]

James Kirk, Captain. [Not... quite sure what to say re: clothes. IT'S HER UNIFORM OKAY.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally is a force of nature, obviously: like a bumblebee high on something]

Captain? Ohh, are ya on a boat? I've been on a boat for ages, 'M off now though- they sway about a lot and that really isn't all that pleasant to be honest. Some folk get all seasick and that; do you get seasick? ...Well, I suppose ya wouldn't considering that you're a captain and that; but ya might get seasick! Which wouldn't be very fun.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[...She gets the feeling you could get dizzy if you hang around this girl for too long, or something. Or maybe SHE'D get dizzy.] I captain a spaceship, not a boat.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally is always dizzy, IT IS IN HER BLOOD. Or maybe she's on a permanent sugar high, THEY ARE THE SAME~] ...Spaceship, spaceship. Never heard of one of those before; what do they involve?

Oh! Do they fill space? Because that's very nice to the space.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Just. Mesmerized.] They travel in space. Among the stars.

[maturelildevil.livejournal.com]

Ah, aren't you cold in that, princess? [even with the slightly more reasonable temperatures, there's no way she isn't cold from the snow--or so he thinks]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I am, but it's a small price to pay for a moment's peace.

And it's 'Captain'.

[maturelildevil.livejournal.com]

Princess Captain? [shrugs] That works for me.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Captain James Kirk. Not a princess.

[maturelildevil.livejournal.com]

[he decides not to ask about the name. it might fall under the same lines as asking a woman her age, and he's perfect gentleman (in certain circumstances. this happens to be one of them.)]

Ahhh. Forgive me my misunderstanding, Captain. I can get you something to keep your legs warm. We have a new line of leg warmers that might help.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Who is we, if I may ask?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[What is up legs? I mean Jim.]

Looking for something there, luv?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[yeah bb she's still got it.]

No, I'm fine.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Give Chris a moment to not think about legs here.]

Sure? I'm a DC, so you know...I could help.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[lulz. If they ever need menfolk cooperation, this is what she needs to wear.] I'm sure.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Sadly, Chris never gets the hint.] Chris Skelton. What's your name, luv? Don't think I've seen you here.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. But he's been... relatively polite, so she can handle this for a few minutes.] James Kirk. Captain.