[NVC Day 24] -- [Does It Comes From Within?] -- [Jim/Sybok]

[kirktastic]

When Jim left the trial that evening, it was over. No more offense, no more defense. The trial was over. Tomorrow, when he came there in the morning, they would know what would be happening with the Romulans. He felt at ends about it, broken into pieces

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[outcastprince]

The text message and following breakfast yesterday morning had been troubling. A perfectly good serving of waffles and fruit had been ruined by Spock's sullen, self-tormenting mood, and then perpetuated by the advent (and dismissal of) some chocolate-chip pancakes that were replaced, after some debate ("This habit is destructive, and I'm not carrying you out of here."), by a traditional Vulcan porridge completely composed of non-inebriating ingredients. The victory had been small, and Sybok didn't bother relishing it when he was already thinking about how to talk with this captain, this...human

[kirktastic]

The sudden appearance of Sybok was a bit of a shock. It threw Jim for a loop so did seeing that smile on a Vulcan's face and he boggled a little at Sybok as the Vulcan fell in step with him. Had Sybok been waiting for him?

"...Um, yea." He said cautiously, raising an eyebrow at the other. Considering that he had not had the best conversation with Spock just the morning before, he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to talk to Sybok if Sybok had 'a few things' he wanted to discuss. But still, he had enjoyed the other man's presence enough at the restaurant, and he had some time before he was going back to Bones.

"Guess so. I need to drop this stuff off where I rented it from first, kay?" He shoved some wet hair back from his face, getting a haircut before I go off planet, walking towards the small shop.

[outcastprince]

"Of course." Though he still followed alongside. They would have to stop by that same Vulcan again--or perhaps the boy had changed shifts?--but either way, there wouldn't be any recognition, any glimmer of remembrance.

"How have you been?" Sybok inquired, hands in his pockets. "I've heard Starfleet personnel have come down with a few...afflictions over the last two weeks."

[kirktastic]

If Bones was right, Spock had not been having a few good days while that strange alien drink had been affecting the two of them. Sybok, from that sly comment, no doubt knew about it. So, Jim chose not to comment at all on it. "The trial's been difficult," Jim pulled the bag around to his front, "supposed to be over and done with tomorrow morning." He walked up to the vendor and gave back the goggles, breathing apparatus, shoes, gloves, camera, and processor. He received a small disc in return, which he tucked back into the backpack before he nodded to the young Vulcan.

He looked back to Sybok, "and yourself?"