AN: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update but this is totally from memory now so I might just end this abruptly and move on to the 2, count them 2 sequals I've written. I am forced to do this because of a jerk of a boyfriend who took my one and only copy of this story and claims 'he lost it' so I had to beat him thourghly into submission. Kidding, I had to deal with the fact that he's in college now and I won't ever have to talk with that lying, cheating jerk (I'm trying to keep the AN pg) ever again. Thanks for your patience, I hope you at least enjoy my sequals. -Gracie (who's REALLY REALLY sorry she hasn't updated in a while, who, just because of this fact, is getting up at 7 on a non-school day just to sit at her laptop and type ALLLLLL day long, who's only going on pixi stix and vanilla frappuccino! JUST FOR YOU! *sniff* you better enjoy it)
CAPTIAN'S looooooooog: stardate: 2234(AN: I don't remember what stardate I was on, but as soon as I remember I'll fix it): We're (dp) a little SINGED but (dp) alright. Commander Scooooootttttt has (dp) invited us tooooooooooo (dp) engineering and we're (dp) arriving to FIGURE OUUUUUUUUUT (dp) what's going ooooooooOOOoon...
The three walked down the corridor to engineering, Chekov rubbing his hands together in a maniacle fashion, grinning like a crazy loon; Kirk practicing his various 'poses'; and Sulu running into, and bouncing off of, bulkheads, because he was still a little dizzy from spinning in his bridge chair. They finally arrived in engineering and walked in to complete and total chaos. Yes, it was truely an engineering party. In one corner, a DJ had turntables out and was playing everyone's favorite tune: Starry-Eyed Surprise. Spock, with some sort of radar for his song, ran, slow motion, into engineering, a frightening smile on his face, toward the turntables that were playing his absolute favorite song. Around engineering a mambo line had started, ending into the engines. Everytime someone walked into the engine, he/she sizzled. "Well," Sulu said, unnecessarily, "Now we know what that sizzle was." Kirk and Chekov nodded.
"Hey, lads!" Scott ambled up to them, his booming voice making them cring, "Want some scotch?!"
"Do you have vodka, Mr.Scott?" Chekov asked politely.
"Nae, lad, nae hethen Russian vodka here in my engineerin' room!" Chekov grabbed a scotch bottle from out of Scotty's hands and bashed it over his head. Grinning maniacally, he ran off with the shards, everyone in the mambo line scattering out of his way.
"1700 already?" Sulu asked, glancing at his watch. "Oh well. OoooOOooh! Spinny!" He ran to the turntables, jumped and landed, Indian style, on one of the records, effectively spinning. The DJ was gone and replaced with Spock.
"Oh. My. Starry-eyed surprise! Sundown to sunrise! Dance all *wicky-wicky* night! We're gonna *wicky-wicky* dance all night!"
Kirk walked over to one of the dancing engineers, "What isssssssssssss (dp) going on here?"
"IT'S A PARTY!" The crewman explained drunkenly.
"I (dp) see."
"CARE TO JOIN THE DRUNKEN HOKIE POKIE MAMBO LINE DANCE OF DEATH?"
"Thaaaaaaaaaat's (dp) quite alright (dp) crewman. Carry onnnnnn."
Kirk walked over to a female crewman just standing near the refreshment table and smiled disarmingly at her. She looked at him in disgust before joining the 'Drunken Hokie Pokie Mambo Line Dance of Death.'
'Damn', he thought, 'I thought she was one who wouldn't try to kill herself just to get away from me.'
Suddenly a crewman at the end of the line burst into flames.
"JOHNSEN!"
Oops...
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Well? What did you think. Sorry it's so short but hey, it's something, no? I'll have more, I'm just trying to think of the way I ended it. So...it'll be done soon, thank goodness.
CAPTIAN'S looooooooog: stardate: 2234(AN: I don't remember what stardate I was on, but as soon as I remember I'll fix it): We're (dp) a little SINGED but (dp) alright. Commander Scooooootttttt has (dp) invited us tooooooooooo (dp) engineering and we're (dp) arriving to FIGURE OUUUUUUUUUT (dp) what's going ooooooooOOOoon...
The three walked down the corridor to engineering, Chekov rubbing his hands together in a maniacle fashion, grinning like a crazy loon; Kirk practicing his various 'poses'; and Sulu running into, and bouncing off of, bulkheads, because he was still a little dizzy from spinning in his bridge chair. They finally arrived in engineering and walked in to complete and total chaos. Yes, it was truely an engineering party. In one corner, a DJ had turntables out and was playing everyone's favorite tune: Starry-Eyed Surprise. Spock, with some sort of radar for his song, ran, slow motion, into engineering, a frightening smile on his face, toward the turntables that were playing his absolute favorite song. Around engineering a mambo line had started, ending into the engines. Everytime someone walked into the engine, he/she sizzled. "Well," Sulu said, unnecessarily, "Now we know what that sizzle was." Kirk and Chekov nodded.
"Hey, lads!" Scott ambled up to them, his booming voice making them cring, "Want some scotch?!"
"Do you have vodka, Mr.Scott?" Chekov asked politely.
"Nae, lad, nae hethen Russian vodka here in my engineerin' room!" Chekov grabbed a scotch bottle from out of Scotty's hands and bashed it over his head. Grinning maniacally, he ran off with the shards, everyone in the mambo line scattering out of his way.
"1700 already?" Sulu asked, glancing at his watch. "Oh well. OoooOOooh! Spinny!" He ran to the turntables, jumped and landed, Indian style, on one of the records, effectively spinning. The DJ was gone and replaced with Spock.
"Oh. My. Starry-eyed surprise! Sundown to sunrise! Dance all *wicky-wicky* night! We're gonna *wicky-wicky* dance all night!"
Kirk walked over to one of the dancing engineers, "What isssssssssssss (dp) going on here?"
"IT'S A PARTY!" The crewman explained drunkenly.
"I (dp) see."
"CARE TO JOIN THE DRUNKEN HOKIE POKIE MAMBO LINE DANCE OF DEATH?"
"Thaaaaaaaaaat's (dp) quite alright (dp) crewman. Carry onnnnnn."
Kirk walked over to a female crewman just standing near the refreshment table and smiled disarmingly at her. She looked at him in disgust before joining the 'Drunken Hokie Pokie Mambo Line Dance of Death.'
'Damn', he thought, 'I thought she was one who wouldn't try to kill herself just to get away from me.'
Suddenly a crewman at the end of the line burst into flames.
"JOHNSEN!"
Oops...
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Well? What did you think. Sorry it's so short but hey, it's something, no? I'll have more, I'm just trying to think of the way I ended it. So...it'll be done soon, thank goodness.
