[communications] [Tina's quarters]
After her stupid blow-up with Jim, Tina had been making herself scarce around the ship. She hadn't been feeling up to socializing much lately anyhow, but she cut it off entirely for a little while in favor of moping in her quarters. Just for a day or two, she assured herself. Maybe three. She was allowed to feel sad and weirdly humiliated and wallow a little.
Of course, having decided to be apart from it all deliberately for once, she was more than ready to reconnect to the world by the time her console chimed to let her know that she had a message.
At first, scanning down to the closing, she thought it was from Jim, and she felt an embarrassing little twinge of pleasure that he was seeking her out before she went to him. Then she wanted to kick herself, realizing that it wasn't from that James T. Kirk.
But she had to read it several times before she could make sense of it, even after working out who it was from. And it was still... Bizarre. She hardly knew how to respond. Or if she even should, though it wasn't in her nature to brush someone off. She bit her lip and wrote a quick message, feeling like it was the least she could do.
Private to James Kirk (gold_ambition):
I appreciate your apology. And the
Could she go through with that statement? Oh boy.
poem. Maybe this is something we should talk about sometime when you're sober.
In the meantime, please drink some water, okay?
- Tina
She hesitated briefly before sending the message, and then again before composing a new one for another recipient. Her counterpart didn't deserve to have to deal with a drunken doppelganger of her captain again, but she thought Christine would rather know than not that her friend had gotten himself into a state.
Private to Christine Chapel (headnursechapel):
I just got a message from your friend James. I think he must be pretty seriously inebriated. I don't know that anyone needs to intervene, but I thought I'd tell you in case you wanted to just check on him and make sure he's okay.
Also, we really do need to do lunch or something soon. Tomorrow, maybe?
- Tina
Messages written and sent, Tina collapsed onto her bed again, flinging one forearm dramatically over her eyes. Maybe she should have wallowed just a little longer.
Of course, having decided to be apart from it all deliberately for once, she was more than ready to reconnect to the world by the time her console chimed to let her know that she had a message.
At first, scanning down to the closing, she thought it was from Jim, and she felt an embarrassing little twinge of pleasure that he was seeking her out before she went to him. Then she wanted to kick herself, realizing that it wasn't from that James T. Kirk.
But she had to read it several times before she could make sense of it, even after working out who it was from. And it was still... Bizarre. She hardly knew how to respond. Or if she even should, though it wasn't in her nature to brush someone off. She bit her lip and wrote a quick message, feeling like it was the least she could do.
Private to James Kirk (gold_ambition):
I appreciate your apology. And the
Could she go through with that statement? Oh boy.
poem. Maybe this is something we should talk about sometime when you're sober.
In the meantime, please drink some water, okay?
- Tina
She hesitated briefly before sending the message, and then again before composing a new one for another recipient. Her counterpart didn't deserve to have to deal with a drunken doppelganger of her captain again, but she thought Christine would rather know than not that her friend had gotten himself into a state.
Private to Christine Chapel (headnursechapel):
I just got a message from your friend James. I think he must be pretty seriously inebriated. I don't know that anyone needs to intervene, but I thought I'd tell you in case you wanted to just check on him and make sure he's okay.
Also, we really do need to do lunch or something soon. Tomorrow, maybe?
- Tina
Messages written and sent, Tina collapsed onto her bed again, flinging one forearm dramatically over her eyes. Maybe she should have wallowed just a little longer.