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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[designates]

I don't think you... we have much of a choice, Doctor.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

You're damn right we don't. It just won't do to let them think we're happy about it.

[kwirkin]

Could be worse. Could be prison.

[don't be mad come on look at this face]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

With you or someone that thinks he's you there? Prison'll happen sooner or later. Probably sooner.

[kwirkin]

Nah, with me. And Spock. We're a little bit...stuck.

[Very stuck.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

...

[Let him take a long breath, Jim. You and prison never end well. Throw in the hobgoblin and it's just a bigger migraine.]

What did you do?

[kwirkin]

Personally? I'd say nothing, or at least nothing Starfleet hasn't already decided isn't worth writing me up for. Them, they say the usual run of...treason and a little bit of murder. Assault. I think there was even something in there about the prime directive, actually.

[He wasn't really listening at the time.]

As prisons go, it's pretty nice, though!

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

What.

[Any one of those was a little hard to wrap his head around- except the assault. That just came with Jim being Jim and not sitting around when he saw something that needed fixing. But treason? Murder?]

What the hell happened man?

[kwirkin]

I'm pretty sure they were exaggerating. Nero doesn't count as murder, does he? --Oh, they also mentioned trespassing. Something about..."If you don't think you're supposed to be here, you're here because you're trespassing." Which is apparently a prison-worthy crime in some places.

[See Jim. See Jim make his 'where do I even start with these people' face.]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

[See McCoy facepalm. Christ, Jim. Where does he even start with you.]

If Nero counts as murder Pike would be right there with you- [Except Pike can't be anywhere anymore and it's a sobering thought that weighs that much more on the doctor's mind.] No trial? That's barbaric.

[designates]

I think they're aware of the wrong note screeching over the top of their symphony, Doctor.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Well I'm gonna screech and sour until the damn conductor lets me sit out. Poor players are usually kicked out of the concert hall, not dragged along kicking and screaming.

[kwirkin]

[Yeah, please don't remind him about the whole Pike not being there thing, that is a sore spot to say the least, so he's just going to pretend nobody said Pike.]

Y'know, that's exactly what I said, right before they hosed me down.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Dammit, Jim.

[Cursing in the key of exasperation. Exhausted exasperation. Jail is, would be, rough as hell but there's yet to be anything that can hold Jim Kirk when he doesn't want to be held.]

How long have you been stuck with the Hobgoblin?

[kwirkin]

[So far, Blackwire seems to be keeping him in place nicely!]

'Bout a week? Spock could probably tell you right down to the minute, but it's been about a week.

It's really weird being somewhere without replicators, by the way.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

I can't talk to you while you're bleeding like some idiot hoodlum. Get over here, kid.

[He's got a dermal regenerator somewhere on his belt. And several hypos because you just do when working on the Enterprise. Someone's always hurt. Usually it's Jim. Mostly it's Jim. Hell, always.]

[kwirkin]

[NO HYPOS, YOU SADIST.]]

What? No, I'm fine. Look! Fine. I'm good.

...Actually, they did stick a chip in my neck.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

A chip?! What do they think you are, a prize bull? Come here and let me see.

[He is in no mood for hypo dodging tricks, Jim. He will wrangle you if he has to, and if he has to he'll get angry.]

[kwirkin]

You're the one that thinks I'm a prize bull, with all the poking and prodding! Here.

[Bones you are a jerk do not hypo him okay]

You should see some of the ones the long-time residents have. They are all kinds of proud of their neck chips.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

No, I think you're a tragic example of negligent health. Now hold still.

[No hypo, not yet, but there is a firm hand on the back of one of Jim's shoulders to hold him in place. Not unlike holding a cat by the scruff. Both are weaselly little bastards.]

Why the hell'd they stick you with one? Tagging?

[Out comes the ever familiar tricorder.]

[kwirkin]

[WOULD YOU STOP THAT]

Well, it's a prison so...yeah. Tagging.

these two are r i d i c u l o u s also omg your bones ❤

[designates]

Seems to be more of a mandatory school concert than a professional philharmonic.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

[Are you still James T Kirk? Yes? Then never.

He doesn't like the look of what it tells him and yeah, ninja hypo snapping out to jab at him in the side of the neck.]

Just tagging? I've heard stories about implanted bombs in some prisons.

[kwirkin]

Gah! Stop that!

[Come on, he hasn't even had any allergic reactions to things in there yet, was that really necessary?]

I've been informed it's not a bomb, so at least I don't have to worry about my head exploding.

[Yet.]

fff thank you

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

So instead of being fired I'm stuck in the back with the triangle. Lucky me.