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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.]

[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.

[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'.

[tothelast]

What isn't in your dossier is readily apparent in your demeanor, Lieutenant Commander.

[reversedpolarity]

[He looks slightly mollified, but only slightly.]

I'll take that for the compliment it is. [But he still doesn't like you, so there.]

[tothelast]

It is merely an observation.

[reversedpolarity]

Oh, is that all? [NOT SORRY AT ALL FOR PHASERING YOU IN THE FACE.]

[tothelast]

[It's also a very subtle tactic. He is good at those.]

You looked surprised to see me mobile. Surely you realize that these spaces aren't a limitation.

[reversedpolarity]

[Montgomery Scott is and always been the opposite of subtlety. He is neither good at being subtle himself nor, let's face it, all that great at detecting it in others. Basically, he's outmatched in every way against 'John', except perhaps in engineering.]

I'm well aware o' what's possible in this sort o' place. [Scotty, don't. Don't you dare cheek this man.] I'm just surprised anyone'd consider you worth bringin' here. [Damn it, Scotty.]

[tothelast]

You might be, but the person speaking for you isn't.

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.

[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]

I speak for myself, laddie. [Break the fourth wall one minute, pretend it's not there the next, that's just how he rolls.]

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.]

[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.]

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.

amen. long live 'captain' kirk.

[polyglot]

I hope not. I feel a bit safer with you in Engineering than the kid.