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Log with Kirk: Feed Me, Sulu!
Sulu is hanging out in his favorite place to hang out off-duty: the greenhouse. His little jungle is flourishing, despite the coldness of space and the fact that it was, by Earth's standards, the middle of winter; he's so pleased that things like that don't matter inside a starship.
Anyway, his pet project/straight-up-pet, the strange tentacle monster from the jungle planet, is his current focus. The thing needs to eat, and since its roots aren't strong enough to grasp any kind of automatic dispenser lever and its teeth aren't hardened enough to actually chew anything, it's up to Sulu to feed the thing its little nutrient supplement and freeze-dried grasshoppers. If only he could get some live ones...
Needless to say, he isn't planning on having visitors.
Anyway, his pet project/straight-up-pet, the strange tentacle monster from the jungle planet, is his current focus. The thing needs to eat, and since its roots aren't strong enough to grasp any kind of automatic dispenser lever and its teeth aren't hardened enough to actually chew anything, it's up to Sulu to feed the thing its little nutrient supplement and freeze-dried grasshoppers. If only he could get some live ones...
Needless to say, he isn't planning on having visitors.
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"Understandable. I wouldn't have mentioned it right away either." But, it had been weeks. Again, he didn't feel the need to say as much aloud. Granted, Jim felt a certain degree of responsibility for not knowing -- he let Sulu have free reign of the greenhouse and didn't check in as often as a good captain would have. He'd need to work on that, personally. "So, have you been able to find any information on it? I assume you've been checking around."
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"There's nothing definitive about it in any of the information I have, so I've been basically extrapolating information from the different related plants." He manages to detail at least a basic diet, reproductive habits and potential growth rate, but since I'm no botanist I'm not going to try and BS it like usual.
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"You've done your homework. I'm glad. I guess I should have known not to expect anything less, but I had to be sure." A quick smile. "Sorry I ruined my Christmas present."
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He grins, satisfied himself that Jim's taking it so well. "I'll find something else, I'm sure. Though it's hard to top a tentacle monster." OK, he wouldn't normally use the term, but... well.
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"I'm sure you'll find something else, Lieutenant." This time, when he used the man's rank to address him, it didn't have the degree of separation that he usually went for when employing it. It was more familiar, like a term of endearment rather than a title. "You've proven to be quite good at surprising me so far."
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"See?" he finally said after a moment, "It might be weird, but botany can be pretty rewarding. As a hobby, that is."
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"True, though some have similar reactions to touch. Nothing nearly as... well, sentient as Audrey though." He started talking a little on how evolution might have produced such a strange plant, but trailed off pretty quick when Audrey started making tell-tale "Feed me!" gurgling noises beneath the soil.
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"I suppose I should... let Commander Spock know about Audrey soon, then, huh?" Blaaaah, nobody wants to tell a Vulcan about a potentially lethal baby plant that they're babysitting.
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"Sylar knows not to say anything. I made it clear. I haven't told Chekov to keep it to himself, think you could pass the word along?" Jim sucked in a deep breath. "I'm planning on breaking the news to him soon. It was just ... complicated by Azula outing him." A pause. "The fact that you're alive goes to show that no one was in real danger." There was an implied 'right?' in his tone.
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He waves a hand. "Either way, what I'm trying to get around to saying is I'll tell him, if that makes one less thing for you to have to admit to."
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