captain_bond
Fuck Donald Trump
- Joined
- Dec 30, 2020
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA, USA
The first mornings of conventions always gave Sean Dougherty a thrill. The first time seeing everyone's costumes, the chance to meet new people, the way everyone chattered excitedly...it was a great time indeed. Particularly since this was only his second convention dedicated mostly, if not completely, to Star Trek, which was one of his favorite shows. In his hotel room across from the convention hall, he looked at himself in the mirror one last time. He honestly wasn't too terrible-looking, despite his lack of social success back at university. He just had the unfortunate label of 'nerd', and apparently his schoolmates had failed to grow up from the high-school mentality that nerds were anathema.
Looking in the mirror, he combed back his sandy blonde hair, cut short and styled to look like one of the renditions of Captain James T. Kirk, famous for commanding the Starship Enterprise, of course. His blue eyes were often obscured behind wire-framed glasses, but he had contacts that he used for special occasions, and this certainly applied! His clear face (clear of acne, anyway; he'd shaved his facial hair just this morning, rendering him even more unrecognizable to those who'd last seen him sporting a full beard) dipped down a pale neck into a high-quality gold-colored Starfleet Captain's uniform. He had debated with himself about whether or not he should choose the one from the Original Series, from Strange New Worlds, or from the "Kelvin timeline" movies with Chris Pine. He ultimately settled on the SNW variety, as that was new, canon, and not an alternate timeline.
Regardless, besides the uniform top he wore a pair of black slacks (obviously) and a pair of replica Starfleet-issue boots. He slipped his phone, wallet, hotel room key and receipt of convention admission payment in his pants pockets, before adding the final touches. He opened his suitcase and pulled out a phaser, communicator and tricorder, all high-end replicas from the new show, and soon he was ready for any away mission the world could throw at him.
Or so he thought...
Looking in the mirror, he combed back his sandy blonde hair, cut short and styled to look like one of the renditions of Captain James T. Kirk, famous for commanding the Starship Enterprise, of course. His blue eyes were often obscured behind wire-framed glasses, but he had contacts that he used for special occasions, and this certainly applied! His clear face (clear of acne, anyway; he'd shaved his facial hair just this morning, rendering him even more unrecognizable to those who'd last seen him sporting a full beard) dipped down a pale neck into a high-quality gold-colored Starfleet Captain's uniform. He had debated with himself about whether or not he should choose the one from the Original Series, from Strange New Worlds, or from the "Kelvin timeline" movies with Chris Pine. He ultimately settled on the SNW variety, as that was new, canon, and not an alternate timeline.
Regardless, besides the uniform top he wore a pair of black slacks (obviously) and a pair of replica Starfleet-issue boots. He slipped his phone, wallet, hotel room key and receipt of convention admission payment in his pants pockets, before adding the final touches. He opened his suitcase and pulled out a phaser, communicator and tricorder, all high-end replicas from the new show, and soon he was ready for any away mission the world could throw at him.
Or so he thought...
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