Night 59: M61-M70 Hallway
A project of great importance. Well. That didn't sound good. Kirk tugged his Starfleet-issue boots on, hopping a little in place as he stood, and smiled to himself, irrationally pleased at how well they fit. It wasn't as if the military uniforms were all that bad either, pants creased and shirts smooth as if tailored to them in their sleep (and hell, maybe they were), but he didn't feel like himself in them. Meanwhile, he'd had his Starfleet uniform for only about a week, and already it felt like a second skin.
Small luxury, but as the lesson of the day had taught him, you got your kicks where you could find them. Of course, the daily goodnight intercom announcement meant the time for play was over, and Kirk hurried through the rest of his routine. When the door unlocked (this time without any message at all, but he was getting used to that), he had his equipment on hand, and was moving through the hallway without the slightest delay.
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Small luxury, but as the lesson of the day had taught him, you got your kicks where you could find them. Of course, the daily goodnight intercom announcement meant the time for play was over, and Kirk hurried through the rest of his routine. When the door unlocked (this time without any message at all, but he was getting used to that), he had his equipment on hand, and was moving through the hallway without the slightest delay.
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