after the dream of falling & calling your name out, these are the roots of rhythm & the roots remain

[straightontilmorning]

Jim's learned several nifty things about her PINpoint while she was confined to quarters. One is that yes, she could program in coordinates for transportation, and managed to test it on a few inanimate objects with 100% success rate. She wasn't sure yet if she wanted to use it on herself - she didn't have anything against transporters, unlike Bones, but she wasn't sure she trusted it solely to a device she could hold in the palm of her hand.

Another was that, in addition to sending text communication to other PINpoints, you could send cartoon faces for emphasis of emotions. After an hour of lying on her bed staring at the ceiling ensuing a dream - she refused to consider them nightmares, just slightly troubling constructs of her mind that sometimes wouldn't go away afterwards - after that, she found herself reaching for her PINpoint and selecting an appropriately hopeful, sad, and above all pathetic face to send to Bones with her text.

Pax?

Luckily, it was morning already for Bones' shift, or that might have hurt her case more than helped it.

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[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

He was working, trying his damndest to find something in the readings from the many - almost countless - scans from Jim. That along with dealing with an unfortunate - or dumb, either works - Ensign that managed to burn his arm and hand in a minor accident.

Sat in his office, chin in his hand as he looked over notes, his PINpoint flashed at him, causing him to grumble at the interruption. He grumbled further when he saw it was from Jim, and exhaled.

Bellum

Teasing? Yes. But he wanted to see her reaction. Well, read it.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Jim spent the intervening time gleefully poking around in her crew's business. Scotty alone had to yell her out of Engineering twice - though with more than a touch of affection in her tone. Jim found a note on her communicator later pointing out she just might happen to be in the Rec Room at 2100 hours, should the Captain feel the need to drop by.

At 1800 hours, she was already settled into an easily-spotted table with a cup of coffee, enjoying her opportunity to creepily spy on her crew in person. (They knew they loved it.)

And yes, wearing her monitor.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Not that there was anything to see. Just one Captain, walking briskly through the corridors in the direction of her Chief Medical Officer's quarters.

On arrival, she commandeered the nearest table-like surface to set down her load of dinner. "Get it while it's hot."