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damned_institute2011-06-30 03:14 pm
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Day 57: Game Room (Third Shift)
Having already met two new people today, Zack found that his mood was slowly starting to improve, if only out of necessity. While he didn't like dumping his problems on his friends, he was even less willing to do so with a stranger. More than that, Rose had been very personable and he'd felt good about himself for being to help her with a few things. It was remarkable how something as small as a good conversation could help so much.
And even better was the fact that he could now go wherever he wanted. It was probably the best part about Sunday. Better than that was that he hadn't been scheduled to see a visitor today. He had an idea of who might have come to see him, and while he missed her, he didn't need to see her the way she would probably be now.
So, the question remained: where to go? He would need to get outside at some point, but he figured he'd leave that until the end of the day. At the moment he just wanted to keep his mind busy, which led him to deciding on the Game Room. Even if he couldn't find someone to play with, enough of the stuff kept there was also usable for one person. Once he got bored of that, he could head out onto the recreational field and run some laps.
Those guys didn't even have to order him to do that. Still, Zack preferred that: to do something for himself rather than because he was told to.
The Game Room was completely empty when he entered, but Zack hoped that it would fill up before long. In the meantime, he grabbed a deck of cards and sat down to deal out a game of Solitaire.
[For Tifa.]
And even better was the fact that he could now go wherever he wanted. It was probably the best part about Sunday. Better than that was that he hadn't been scheduled to see a visitor today. He had an idea of who might have come to see him, and while he missed her, he didn't need to see her the way she would probably be now.
So, the question remained: where to go? He would need to get outside at some point, but he figured he'd leave that until the end of the day. At the moment he just wanted to keep his mind busy, which led him to deciding on the Game Room. Even if he couldn't find someone to play with, enough of the stuff kept there was also usable for one person. Once he got bored of that, he could head out onto the recreational field and run some laps.
Those guys didn't even have to order him to do that. Still, Zack preferred that: to do something for himself rather than because he was told to.
The Game Room was completely empty when he entered, but Zack hoped that it would fill up before long. In the meantime, he grabbed a deck of cards and sat down to deal out a game of Solitaire.
[For Tifa.]
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"Yeah, he would happen to be," Scott said carefully, eyeing "Kirk" with a wary eye. "How'd you figure?"
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Where else? He had his reasons for concealing this information from his crew, but he couldn't figure out much of a point to pretend otherwise with Scott, assuming the man really did know everything already. "It's the name the nurses call me. I wouldn't have twice about it, except that about—" He paused, quickly doing the math in his head. "—twelve days ago, there was this... mass brainwashing. A bunch of people made to think they were who our dog tags say we are. I was one of them."
He'd hardly spoken of this since then. A health check-up with Bones, a short conversation with Spock, then an entry in his captain's log and Kirk had closed the book on the whole episode. It had been easy to believe he'd mostly forgotten about this nonsense, but talking brought it all back.
"Bill's story was that he was named after the actor, I think. Huge fan. A 'Trekkie', I guess you'd call it. I still remember some of what he remembers." Kirk tapped the side of his head, then smiled wryly at Scott. "I wasn't lying when I said no one told me. I just thought it was... a joke."
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Somehow, though, Scott managed not to let more out than a stifled snerk through a nostril. For all he knew, his own "real name", Bryan Whatsisfaces, was the name of whatever schlub drew his comic series, or played him in the movie, or some other lame meta joke like that. He couldn't exactly pretend he was much better than Kirk here.
Besides that, the talk of brainwashing was definitely enough to sober him up, and fast. He hadn't experienced that personally, but he had been around some of the people he had, namely Bass/Forte. That... couldn't have been fun, he imagined.
"Okay, I think I get it now," Scott said with a nod, the urge to laugh thankfully dying down at this point and giving way to a more subdued respect. Offshoot timeline or not, Star Trek fan or not, this guy was still James Tiberius Kirk. Captain. He deserved as much respect as Indiana Jones in the frame of pop culture legends, maybe more, depending on who you asked. And yet he couldn't help certain remarks that were in his nature to make: "I'm sorry you had to go through that, man. I know the time you're talking about and it sounds like it was more trouble than Tribbles, seriously."
Now that was a joke, thought Scott proudly.
Somewhere in the universe, Kim Pine was groaning and she had no idea why.
Scott paused a moment, then asked a question that had just come to mind. "Someone I know said they saw McCoy in the greenhouse once." Something about arteries exploding? "How many of you guys are there around, anyway? I won't tell them anything, I'm just, like, wondering."