12-03-2018, 03:41 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim has done a lot of shit with the excuse of 'morale'. It'd mostly been for Jim's own benefit -- captaincy was more boring than one would think. It was .. mostly paperwork. Jim did like being in charge, though. And, to be fair, his bullshit activities did help with morale! Things on the ship were always lighter after an impromptu laser tag game, or a party. It'd always been gratifying.
.. Tanglewood wasn't nearly as uptight as Starfleet, though. No regulations or anything, it was so .. relaxed, in comparison. Morale activities were still important, of course -- kept stuff from getting monotonous, but the need to destress wasn't as imminent. But you know what? Jim needed to destress. He'd spent a lot of last night thinking about his crew and Bones and Spock and his chest had felt tight and it hurt.
Was he ever going home again? Would he see his family(he doesn't mean Winona, god forbid) again? As much as he loved Tanglewood, they hadn't thus far been enough to fill the void where his crew had been. .. So, Jim had too improvise.
.. So, mud balls might be a little mean. But it was all in good fun -- it wasn't like everybody wasn't filthy anyways from their marsh visits. He'd be willing to help with the cleanup if he had to. Jim's tail is wagging. There's mud everywhere in Tanglewood, it wouldn't be hard to strike back.
So, it's with this in mind that Jim hides. He's able to be scented if somebody pays attention, of course, but it's still somewhat covered. Now ... he just has to wait for a passerby. It shouldn't be long -- this place was pretty active. He's unusually patient as he sits there.
.. And there someone is. Jim's ears perk up. He's grinning deviously as he gathers mud in his paws, and chucks it at whomever may be passing by. He scarcely notices who it may be, but Jim ducks out of his hiding spot with a strangely grin, just to show it's meant in good fun.
Another day, another dumb scheme, it seemed.
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.. Tanglewood wasn't nearly as uptight as Starfleet, though. No regulations or anything, it was so .. relaxed, in comparison. Morale activities were still important, of course -- kept stuff from getting monotonous, but the need to destress wasn't as imminent. But you know what? Jim needed to destress. He'd spent a lot of last night thinking about his crew and Bones and Spock and his chest had felt tight and it hurt.
Was he ever going home again? Would he see his family(he doesn't mean Winona, god forbid) again? As much as he loved Tanglewood, they hadn't thus far been enough to fill the void where his crew had been. .. So, Jim had too improvise.
.. So, mud balls might be a little mean. But it was all in good fun -- it wasn't like everybody wasn't filthy anyways from their marsh visits. He'd be willing to help with the cleanup if he had to. Jim's tail is wagging. There's mud everywhere in Tanglewood, it wouldn't be hard to strike back.
So, it's with this in mind that Jim hides. He's able to be scented if somebody pays attention, of course, but it's still somewhat covered. Now ... he just has to wait for a passerby. It shouldn't be long -- this place was pretty active. He's unusually patient as he sits there.
.. And there someone is. Jim's ears perk up. He's grinning deviously as he gathers mud in his paws, and chucks it at whomever may be passing by. He scarcely notices who it may be, but Jim ducks out of his hiding spot with a strangely grin, just to show it's meant in good fun.
Another day, another dumb scheme, it seemed.
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[glow=black,2,300]— [abbr=tanglewood - wolfdog]✰[/abbr] —[/glow]