Log with Kirk: Feed Me, Sulu!

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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.

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[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

"Good choice," Jim turned to study it over his shoulder for a moment longer, considering this, before he pushed away. "I've got rounds to finish, though. I haven't stopped by engineering -- I've been putting it off. But, thanks for showing me this."

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"Not a problem," he said, "I'm glad you like him." Oh, so glad. He wasn't sure he could part with the thing now. "I'll make sure to update you if anything unexpected happens."

[yeswedo.livejournal.com]

"I appreciate it, Lieutenant." With a mock salute, he pushed away from the table and headed for the door, mind already drifting down to engineering and wondering what to expect of the situation down there. As far as he was concerned, Sulu had the plant under control, and he wasn't going to let it become one more thing for him to worry about.