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[reversedpolarity]

I don't suppose you'd think about changin' that default icon, would you? No' that I've anything against that other me, but if we're goin' t'be sharin' the journal... I mean, he's a bit... Military. If you catch my drift.

[[Into Darkness spoilers possible and probable in the comments.]]

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/speaks in a deep and sonorous baritone to you

[tothelast]

Unhappy with a conflicted nature, Mr. Scott?

[he is going to troll for just a moment.]

The most sonorous baritone

[reversedpolarity]

[Please excuse Scotty a moment as his face contorts in several very interesting expressions - a bit of anger, maybe, and some disbelief, and, well, maybe a touch of defensiveness, actually.]

I've no' the faintest idea what you mean. [SO THERE.]

[tothelast]

[He just stares back calmly, that hint of amusement in his voice now evaporated off to who knows where.]

Your emotional camouflage isn't quite as good as a Vulcan's, Commander. Perhaps Mr. Spock will consider sharing some of his secrets.

[reversedpolarity]

[And now the indignant sputtering.]

Emotional camouflage? An' why in the world would I need t'hide what I'm feelin'? [Look, he's just sore about the whole getting knocked out thing, okay? And, well. A little antsy because he knows he hasn't got a chance in hell of coming out on top in a fistfight, but by god does he want to punch a smarmy bastard.] You clearly don't know who you're talkin' to, laddie.

[Bad odds or not, this is the man who, in another life, punched a Klingon clear across a table in a bar fight. He'll take his chances if he gets pushed far enough.]

[tothelast]

[Perhaps 'John' here is unhappy about being shot in the face with a phase pistol, Scott. Perhaps.

In an efficient, clipped tone:] Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott, chief engineer of the USS Enterprise. Former aide to Admiral Archer, former exile on Delta Vega, and former steward of the transwarp beaming equation.

[reversedpolarity]

[Have an exasperated sort of huff, 'John'.]

You forgot 'proud Scotsman'.

[sadandsingle]

And goateed.

[Thank you, Toshiko, for that stunning observation that has nothing to do with Scott/Scotty's default icon. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE?]

[reversedpolarity]

[No worries, he knows a different Tosh. So at least he knows who she is.]

Er. Right. That too.

i've seen into darkness, by the way c:

[polyglot]

For a ship on an exploratory mission, we seem to be seeing a lot of combat lately. Maybe it suits you .. and us.

Uhuraaaaaa

[reversedpolarity]

That's no' what I signed on for. [And, indeed, not what his counterpart signed on for, but that's a different story.]

Scotttttttyyyyy c:

[polyglot]

I don't think it matters what we signed on for, as long as we follow orders.

[but there was something she'd been meaning to ask:]

You quit and then came back. Why?

The two most badass redshirts on the ship~

[reversedpolarity]

[He has a serious answer to that question, really he does. But he can't resist.]

You did see what Mister Chekov did t'my engine room, didn't you?

seriously~ we run this place!

[polyglot]

[There had to be something wrong with her, if she was expecting a serious answer. Still, she lets out a bark of laughter.]

I don't think it was really his fault. There wasn't anyone else qualified!

the captain only thinks he does B)

[reversedpolarity]

Aye, well, you won't see me runnin' off again any time soon.

[zunarjayfive]

What a strange accent...

[Nobody here to say that...no one but the cat sitting nearby. Who let a pet onto the Enterprise???]

[reversedpolarity]

Accent? I've no' got an accent, it's all the rest o' you lot who... [He trails off as he turns around, and... Cat. There's a cat. And no one else.]

[zunarjayfive]

If you will excuse my abruptness in saying so, its very different than the colloquial English that most of you use. [The voice definitely seems like it's coming from the cat. Even if there's no lip movement. He's even looking at Scotty as if addressing him.]

[reversedpolarity]

[He looks around anyway, as though expecting to see someone else, before looking back at the cat.]

Are you... Are you talkin'?

[zunarjayfive]

Should I have started with a few meows? [The cat can apparently deadpan as well.]

[reversedpolarity]

[He stares for a moment, before it dawns on him that he's being a bit rude.]

Sorry. Don't really talk t'many cats.

[slapdash]

Might not be so bad if he shows his captain some respect.

[ He hasn't forgotten that "Captain Perfecthair" comment, Scotty. ]

[reversedpolarity]

[It was a compliment. Really. And he was drunk. Are you really going to hold it against him?]

Er. His captain sort o'. Had him executed. For treason. [Long story.]

[slapdash]

[ Jim was actually kidding but the new information makes his eyebrows up for real. ]

Damn. His captain sounds like a hardass.

[ Or more ruthless than Jim could probably stomach being. ]

[reversedpolarity]

It's no' a nice place, where he's from. [Understatement of year award goes to Montgomery Scott.]

[slapdash]

Well, to be fair, our world isn't exactly a picnic, either.