The real party is in my pants but you are invited to the one in my fucking sickbay for starters

[sharpestscalpel]

Got a message from 'Fleet command today, looking for Pike and what the hell is he doing and blah blah Empire business blah.

Uhura handled it before Chekov could flub it. Those two are turning into a dangerous pair. I've had three castrations to, well, it ain't like you can re-attach that shit when it's been pulverized. Chekov does some dirty fucking work, man. Good kid.

Other than that, ain't nothing going down. I figured we'd be seeing hell and weird shit after that whole scene in the brig but Enterprise has been quiet lately and Kirk is hanging on just as tight as he can to keeping his breathing and his beating fucking heart inside his fucking body.

Time to bust out some music, I think. Make the nurses dance a bit. It ain't easy to shake your fucking ass to Tom Waits but that ain't exactly my fucking problem, now is it?

Comments

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

I think he would have expected for you to say it straight out, rather than engaging in illogical internet behaviourisms.

[science-blues.livejournal.com]

Ah, then the faux-pas is my own. I shall note that this is only a social commonality, not a reliable convention.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm all for you exploring avenues of human behaviour by engaging in it.

But as far as I've heard, nothing on the internet is ever truly reliable. Least of all social conventions.