Log 01 | Voice (backdated to afternoon)
Kirk to Enterprise, or more specifically, Kirk to Mister Scott. Mind telling me what the hell went wrong? I thought-- [Here Kirk’s voice becomes a bit muted, as though he’s turned away from his communicator. The greeters are attempting to get his attention, but the Starfleet captain is having none of that.] Hey, listen, sorry about the disturbance. It’s just a stupid mistake and I’ll be outta your hair soon, alright? [His voice returns to a normal volume as Kirk turns back to his NV.]
Here’s the thing, Scotty. I’m pretty sure we were supposed to beam down onto an alien planet. So what the hell am I doing on Earth, and for the love of God where did the rest of the landing party go? Not to mention that I’m a little less than enthused with you deciding to drop me on my ass and messin’ with my equilibrium.
[Silence.]
Scotty. Quit dicking around. If you’re hungover, just get me back on the ship and I’ll let it slide this one time. I’ll even sweet-talk McCoy into giving you something for that head of yours. [Another pause.] Alright, fine. Someone else answer. Spock, Bones, Sulu, Uhura, Chekov, anyone. Tell me what’s goin’ down. [There’s a good fifteen or twenty seconds of quiet as Kirk waits for a response from someone in his crew.] You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.. [The transmission ends with a sharp “clack” as he snaps his communicator shut.]
{ooc: ICly there will be about an hour delay before Jim gets to making replies due to getting ushered into the apartments.}
Here’s the thing, Scotty. I’m pretty sure we were supposed to beam down onto an alien planet. So what the hell am I doing on Earth, and for the love of God where did the rest of the landing party go? Not to mention that I’m a little less than enthused with you deciding to drop me on my ass and messin’ with my equilibrium.
[Silence.]
Scotty. Quit dicking around. If you’re hungover, just get me back on the ship and I’ll let it slide this one time. I’ll even sweet-talk McCoy into giving you something for that head of yours. [Another pause.] Alright, fine. Someone else answer. Spock, Bones, Sulu, Uhura, Chekov, anyone. Tell me what’s goin’ down. [There’s a good fifteen or twenty seconds of quiet as Kirk waits for a response from someone in his crew.] You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.. [The transmission ends with a sharp “clack” as he snaps his communicator shut.]
{ooc: ICly there will be about an hour delay before Jim gets to making replies due to getting ushered into the apartments.}