12-11-2018, 08:00 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Some days, it's hard for Jim to force himself to get up. Not from sleeping -- god knows Jim barely sleeps anymore. But just when he lies down, and suddenly all that's in his head is his crew. How long has he been here? How did he get here? He has vague memories of a transporter, but sometimes he thinks he smells blood, thinking of his last moments before he found himself with four paws.
Jim isn't sure he wants to think about it. (if he was dead, he couldn't go home.)
So, he doesn't. Jim has always been great about avoiding his problems. Forgetting they happened at all.
... Okay, and listen, Jim usually tolerates the mud in Tanglewood. But right now, he's in a foul mood. Something he will not take out on his poor groupmates. After a few years on the Enterprise, Jim had perfected the art of Not Yelling At Poor Chekov For No Reason, and other crewmember editions.
.. It would appear that some poor person got caught in a trap, again. At least judging by the roars. It was unfortunate that so many people got stuck. But he can't fault the system when it clearly works. It traps them in one place until a Tangler can retrieve them, see? And then you don't have to worry about intruders as much!
"Can you even use that axe?" Jim asks, something like awe(despite having seen the bear meet the ground), but mostly curiousity in his voice. Jim could probably use an axe. .. He definitely could, because that one time on that one planet .... Just not like this, though. He could barely balance on three legs, much less wield something that heavy. Ah, a shame. All the cool weapons just weren't for him and his paws.
... .... Oh, right, but he should ask about Professional Stuff. Jim never liked that sort of stuff, but Tanglewood's is ... fine. Seriously, it really just comes down to demanding motives. "Hey, what're you doing here, anyways?" He asks, carefully hovering a decent distance from the bear so he can ascertain she's not going to turn on them now that she's out.
Jim isn't sure he wants to think about it. (if he was dead, he couldn't go home.)
So, he doesn't. Jim has always been great about avoiding his problems. Forgetting they happened at all.
... Okay, and listen, Jim usually tolerates the mud in Tanglewood. But right now, he's in a foul mood. Something he will not take out on his poor groupmates. After a few years on the Enterprise, Jim had perfected the art of Not Yelling At Poor Chekov For No Reason, and other crewmember editions.
.. It would appear that some poor person got caught in a trap, again. At least judging by the roars. It was unfortunate that so many people got stuck. But he can't fault the system when it clearly works. It traps them in one place until a Tangler can retrieve them, see? And then you don't have to worry about intruders as much!
"Can you even use that axe?" Jim asks, something like awe(despite having seen the bear meet the ground), but mostly curiousity in his voice. Jim could probably use an axe. .. He definitely could, because that one time on that one planet .... Just not like this, though. He could barely balance on three legs, much less wield something that heavy. Ah, a shame. All the cool weapons just weren't for him and his paws.
... .... Oh, right, but he should ask about Professional Stuff. Jim never liked that sort of stuff, but Tanglewood's is ... fine. Seriously, it really just comes down to demanding motives. "Hey, what're you doing here, anyways?" He asks, carefully hovering a decent distance from the bear so he can ascertain she's not going to turn on them now that she's out.
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