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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how many accts do i have? too many. took me 3 tries to log into the right one.

[kwirkin]

Spock follows regulation and he's in prison, too. [So...there?]

I am saved by dint of not having that extension on this computer

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Spock'll also listen to you if you badger him long enough.

OH MY GOD I SWEAR I LOGGED OUT.

[kwirkin]

Point taken. I'm still reasonably sure this one's not my fault.

oh god I'm laughing I'm sorry

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Jim, are you breathing?

/hangs head in shame but at least it's the right acct this time

[kwirkin]

What does that have to do with anything?

I'd be doing it too if I was on the right computer. S'awright.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

If you're breathing it's your fault. End of story.

I will wait patiently for you to do the same, then. 8>

[kwirkin]

I didn't even know he was there until...later. [After the first waves of slightly panicked "what the hell is going on" wore off.] Besides, not everything is my fault. The thing with you and...and...what's her name. That wasn't my fault.

>_> aw geez

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Maybe you're start'n to rub off on him. Who knows?

[And thanks for that lovely little reminder. He thought you were a bro, Jim. He thought you were a bro.

He grimaces and habitually pats himself down for a flask he isn't carrying anymore. Regulation. Got to love it.]

Pam? No. That was...

[Something they don't talk about. Ever.]

All me. I had my one big screw up. The rest are all yours.

[kwirkin]

You say that like it's a bad thing. He could use some unbuttoning.

[PS Jim is totally a bro and that's why he fights dirty.]

Hah! So you admit that not everything is my fault, which means that my current situation also has the potential to not be my fault. Which it's not.

[Also, don't think he can't see Bones looking for that flask.]

And hey, like I said, for a prison this place isn't all bad. There's plenty to drink.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Everything that involves you is your fault. If you're somewhere and something goes wrong, it's your fault. You weren't involved in me an Pam, you ass.

[He's got a full on grumble going now. Thinking about her does it every goddamn time, an old scar scabbed over that time and drink don't really heal.

It'd be easier if he missed her. Or still loved her.

Instead it's just sore.]

Like you need to be somewhere with that much alcohol.

[kwirkin]

No, but from the sound of things, you do. There aren't any real doctors here, by the way. Just clinics and chop shops.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

I don't either. Drinking around you leads to bad decisions.

[kwirkin]

Like giving me a vaccination I have a severe allergic reaction to so you can get me on a ship--which, by the way, I am eternally grateful for, and no, I'm never going to let you forget.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

That allergy wasn't on your medical file!

[Yes, he's sore about that. It was supposed to be a mild illness, not whatever the hell Jim's system had made it into, swelling and numb tongue and all.]

[kwirkin]

Are any of my allergies on my medical file? [THIS IS A VALID QUESTION, HE HAS A LOT OF ALLERGIES many of which he doesn't even know about yet!]

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Every one I've found since I started treating you.

[The list is sizable since they keep finding more. Jesus Jim how are you still alive?]

[kwirkin]

How many have you found exactly? Because I think I might be reacting to something.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

The list is longer than my arm and- what? What are you feeling?

[Out comes the tricorder and dammit Jim this is ridiculous.]

[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.