Alright let's do this.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

 ...Clones?


Clones. You want me to go to a goddamn island in the goddamn future full of self aware clones.

And you want me to be a clone along with the rest of the madhouse.

No, no, and no. Not gonna happen. I don't care if there's a clone of Jim, I don't care if the whole damn command crew is there in clone form, I'm not going.  Between space or the clones, I'll take space in a heartbeat; flares and Klingons and hobgoblins and all.

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[kwirkin]

[NOPE he is not being tricordered again, that is annoying.]

It's fine, it's just itchy! Spock was talking to me and next thing I know, I'm itchy. D'you think it's him? A Vulcan allergy, does that exist?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Itchy? You develop a rash of some sort or is it just physical discomfort brought on by stress and anxiety? Because then yes, Jim, you're allergic to him. Or just uncomfortable around him.

[kwirkin]

Come to think of it, it could also be the beer I had last night. It tasted off. Beer doesn't go bad, does it?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Dammit, Jim you don't just drink whatever someone hands to you- we have had this talk.

[kwirkin]

It was the bartender. I think it's perfectly reasonable to drink what the bardender gives me!

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Are you forgetting the night where the bartender drugged you and I had to carry your drunk ass back home?

[kwirkin]

[the what with the who and the what?]

That never happened.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

You sure?

[They'd both been pretty drunk, to be fair. He just held his liquor better.]

[kwirkin]

[He's not even remotely sure, but by god, he'll fake it!]

I think I would remember something like that.

[Yes, Jim. Of course. You would remember being drugged. That makes perfect sense.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

With how you were flopp'n around like a ragdoll, kid? I doubt it.

[barelydead]

I've got faith in you, Bones.

[ _{small, tight, quick little smile.} ]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Yeah, I know you do, kid.

[evodevo]

Yikes. Yeah, that's something to be concerned about.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

It makes sense if you've got a batch of clones that know they're clones with memories that don't belong to them but it doesn't mean I have to like it.

[barelydead]

... You are coming, though, right?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

She says she's gonna get it finished in the next few hours so. Yeah, Jim. I'll be there.

[barelydead]

[ <sub>he tries very, very hard not to smile.

he fails.</sub> ]

Okay. [ _{smiling, smiling-- FULL ON BEAMING} ] We'll get through it together, Bones.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

It's a done deal. We'll sort it out somehow.

[evodevo]

Whoa, whoa, back up. Memories that don't belong to them? That's a new slice of the crazy puzzle.

[notgaila]

At least you'll know for next time? Don't let your mun talk you anything - what's that human phrase? Don't drink the koolaid?

[ whatever that means. ]