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[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Who: Orion
Where: Orion dorms!
When: Day 114, around noon.
What: Catching up on team stuff.

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[Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[knockknock]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Who's there?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

It is Spock.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[opens the door, slowly. winces a bit, like he has a headache.]

Hey. C'mon in.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[headtilt]

... Thank you.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

My room?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[nods, stepping inside]

... Are you suffering a head injury, Jim?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[closes the door behind him]

Big memory.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

Big in duration?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Yeah. At least four years. A little more. Filled in a bunch of gaps, anyway.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

May I inquire about your memory?

[heading to his room]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

If you want. It was about Iowa.

[heads in after him]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

Your childhood?

Remove your shirt and lay face-down on the floor, please.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

More like young adulthood. I got my childhood a while ago.

[starts pulling off his shirt]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

I see.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Didn't I mention that?

[tosses his shirt on the bed, then lies down]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

You did not go into detail.

[kneels down over, practically straddling his buttocks]

I will be working primarily with the spinal cord this evening and the surrounding nerves. You may be able to talk during the process, but continue breathing deeply.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Right. Deep breaths, then.

[glances back at the straddling, and tries not to grin a little]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[ignores the look :|

... hesitates a moment before putting his hands on Jim's back, easing into some of the pressure points]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[relaxes, and breathes]

Anyway. This one started somewhere in high school and ended with that bar where I met Uhura.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

So the events immediately preceding your joining Starfleet.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Yeah. And boy was I a fuck-up.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[hands pause]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Seriously. Bouncing from job to job, in and out of jail ... "only genius-level repeat offender in the Midwest" is right.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[resumes neuropressure]

... Were they purposeful offenses?