12-05-2018, 01:06 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Technically, Jim has already died.
It still makes him sick to his stomach remembering -- not that he died, no matter how mind boggling it was. It was the process. His body failing, Spock's horrified face out the glass door. .. And then he woke up. He doesn't regret it, of course.
.. Of course, there's also the incident that landed him here, too. Jim thinks it's fun to consider the idea that he's immortal, because jesus, that's twice. Of course, his crewmates probably think he's dead, but he isn't. Unless this is the afterlife. He figured there'd be more hot women if that were the case.
The silence isn't that uncomfortable. He's withstood worse, longer silences -- instigated a lot of them. He's near invulnerable to them at this point. His gaze is fixated on the sky, a melancholy smile on his maw.
He misses the stars. He misses a lot of things. Some days he still thinks his crew is coming to fetch him.
"The constellations are a lot different than I remember," Jim admits. It'd taken only a few nights for him to memorize the constellation. This didn't even have to do with time -- two centuries wasn't long enough for the positions to change. .. But, well, Jim had more important things to worry about than the position of distant suns from the face of the earth. His memory wasn't perfect, after all. Jim sighs, shakes his head, softly. ".. You haven't been having troubles settling in, have you?" Jim asks suddenly, ears pricking. He wouldn't mind continuing talking about the stars, staring at the undefined form of the sun. But he probably shouldn't. What a shame. He almost sighs, but decides against it.
It still makes him sick to his stomach remembering -- not that he died, no matter how mind boggling it was. It was the process. His body failing, Spock's horrified face out the glass door. .. And then he woke up. He doesn't regret it, of course.
.. Of course, there's also the incident that landed him here, too. Jim thinks it's fun to consider the idea that he's immortal, because jesus, that's twice. Of course, his crewmates probably think he's dead, but he isn't. Unless this is the afterlife. He figured there'd be more hot women if that were the case.
The silence isn't that uncomfortable. He's withstood worse, longer silences -- instigated a lot of them. He's near invulnerable to them at this point. His gaze is fixated on the sky, a melancholy smile on his maw.
He misses the stars. He misses a lot of things. Some days he still thinks his crew is coming to fetch him.
"The constellations are a lot different than I remember," Jim admits. It'd taken only a few nights for him to memorize the constellation. This didn't even have to do with time -- two centuries wasn't long enough for the positions to change. .. But, well, Jim had more important things to worry about than the position of distant suns from the face of the earth. His memory wasn't perfect, after all. Jim sighs, shakes his head, softly. ".. You haven't been having troubles settling in, have you?" Jim asks suddenly, ears pricking. He wouldn't mind continuing talking about the stars, staring at the undefined form of the sun. But he probably shouldn't. What a shame. He almost sighs, but decides against it.
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