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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[logistical]

[Spock hands it over, and catches the third.]

You would have had difficulty with the cuisine.

[He appreciates the support, if belated.]

[hischair]

[ Chuckling. ]

Yeah, that would have been my downfall, you're right. I don't know how I would've survived without fishsticks, as a kid.

[logistical]

Or meat, for that matter.

[Don't mind him, he's musing aloud. He points out one last starfish.]

Appropriate?

[hischair]

Mm. I never thought you'd be this much fun when I first saw you at that hearing.

[ Three starfish: Targets Acquired. ]

[logistical]

[Well, then. Enough frolicking. He gets up and starts to move back to their sandcastle project.]

You rarely do. Think.

[Playful.]

[hischair]

You're getting sassier. [ Nudging him as they walk back to the sandcastle, he tries to push him off-balance. ] Maybe I should take disciplinary action.

[logistical]

[Excuse you he has perfect balance. He frowns slightly, and very subtly attempts to block Jim's foot so he'll trip a little.]

There are no Starfleet regulations regarding punishment for expressing one's honest opinion to one's commanding officer.

[hischair]

I could check with Janeway and find out if there's one lurking about in the future.

[ Whoa, wobbling a little. What a sneaky bastard! Time to start working on the placement of those starfish. ]

[logistical]

Which I am under no obligation to follow.

[Y'know, future and all. So saying, he bends down to check the starfish won't destroy any of the nice towers.]

[hischair]

[ Pfft, that gets a grin. ]

Nice to know we're of one mind, at least.

[ PUNS. ]

[logistical]

[This is not a smile. Nope. You didn't see anything, Jim.]

Indeed, Captain. Perhaps we should note it in the next performance evaluation.

[hischair]

[ He so saw that. He's going to make those towers higher with less finesse and more enthusiasm. ]

Oh, I already finished your last one. Not that there's anyone out here to give a damn.

[logistical]

[GDI.]

[A curious frown.]

So soon?