I've been talking in my sleep, pretty soon they'll come to get me
WHO: Jim Kirk, Open
LOCATION: The Great Hall, Slytherin table
WEEK: 72
TIME: Morning, the second day of being evented
WHAT: Jim eats breakfast and finds his narrated voice surprisingly agreeable.
RATING: G
[Narrated by the mocking sweet, dulcet tones of Quinto!Spock. 8|]
It was, to all appearances, a morning like any other. James Tiberius Kirk, better known to his close aquaintances simply as "Jim", had woken, showered, dressed and headed down (or, more accurately, up) to the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to ingest his morning's nutrition. None of this was out of the ordinary, even by his remarkable standards. The way he sat, badly slouched and half dormant over his toast, was testament to the stellar routine he had built for himself over these last seven years at this educational facility.
Only the quiet voices following certain students around, lending exposition to thought and action, was out of the ordinary. It seemed that something, somewhere had once again gone inexplicably awry, and the students were, once again, to suffer for it. James too had not escaped the miscast enchantment; and thought, at first, he had resented such an intrusion into the inner sanctum of his thoughts, he was at last beginning to regard favourably the idea of a voice dedicated to extolling his deeds.
Jim chewed his toast harder, frowning. The voice still sounded like it was subtly making fun of him. "Like hell I am."
Certainly, he was expecting much of the school to be awash with with speculation regarding the change appearance of the school lake's cephalopod, Luska. It had been done on a whim the night earlier, as James had found the walls of his dormitory closing in upon him in boredom and loneli-
"Will you shut the hell up?" He growled, glaring now at the toast.
Displaying his outstanding conflict resolution skills, James now took his frustration out on the innocent and charred breakfast.
[OOC/Unrelated: So Jim finally got around to dyeing Luska the squid last night. Feel free to mention this in logs/journals. She is now covered in lovely blue and green stripes, with a GIANT HEART on the top of her head. Teachers, Jim is totally fair game for detention and shit once they discover who dunnit.]
LOCATION: The Great Hall, Slytherin table
WEEK: 72
TIME: Morning, the second day of being evented
WHAT: Jim eats breakfast and finds his narrated voice surprisingly agreeable.
RATING: G
[Narrated by the mocking sweet, dulcet tones of Quinto!Spock. 8|]
It was, to all appearances, a morning like any other. James Tiberius Kirk, better known to his close aquaintances simply as "Jim", had woken, showered, dressed and headed down (or, more accurately, up) to the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to ingest his morning's nutrition. None of this was out of the ordinary, even by his remarkable standards. The way he sat, badly slouched and half dormant over his toast, was testament to the stellar routine he had built for himself over these last seven years at this educational facility.
Only the quiet voices following certain students around, lending exposition to thought and action, was out of the ordinary. It seemed that something, somewhere had once again gone inexplicably awry, and the students were, once again, to suffer for it. James too had not escaped the miscast enchantment; and thought, at first, he had resented such an intrusion into the inner sanctum of his thoughts, he was at last beginning to regard favourably the idea of a voice dedicated to extolling his deeds.
Jim chewed his toast harder, frowning. The voice still sounded like it was subtly making fun of him. "Like hell I am."
Certainly, he was expecting much of the school to be awash with with speculation regarding the change appearance of the school lake's cephalopod, Luska. It had been done on a whim the night earlier, as James had found the walls of his dormitory closing in upon him in boredom and loneli-
"Will you shut the hell up?" He growled, glaring now at the toast.
Displaying his outstanding conflict resolution skills, James now took his frustration out on the innocent and charred breakfast.
[OOC/Unrelated: So Jim finally got around to dyeing Luska the squid last night. Feel free to mention this in logs/journals. She is now covered in lovely blue and green stripes, with a GIANT HEART on the top of her head. Teachers, Jim is totally fair game for detention and shit once they discover who dunnit.]