ota ⥤ i'm not your james dean

[episodically]

» WHO? jim kirk + all of you
» WHEN? after the event
» WHERE? bar, bridge, his room, corridors
» WHAT? doin' stuff
» WARNINGS? n/a but i'll update if something changes

⥤ 01. bar

( after his initial arrival, jim had mostly been laying low. between the music and a general sense of unease, he'd gotten the feeling that he'd arrived in the middle of some serious shit and he hadn't wanted to get in the way. typically, he would have been the one in the center of it all, making the mess bigger but this was too big an unknown and he hadn't wanted to hurt anyone.

but, with things settling, jim was on a mission to figure this place out. sure, maybe stopping at the bar, a place he's been a few times, wasn't the best place to focus himself but everyone needed a drink sometimes and he thinks he's got a good reason. he had died. he'd been stricken with radiation poisoning and he'd said his goodbyes and he'd died.

but here he was, alive and in one piece. he's actually been wondering if maybe he shouldn't find someone with some medical training to check him out since he's not sure if radiation lingers after you die.

but for now, he's going to have a drink and kick his feet up on the stool beside his. he's going to take some comfort in being alive even if he's far away from where he needs to be. )

⥤ 02. command

( he was always going to find himself here. it had taken a little longer than expected but the minute jim steps foot on the bridge, he lets go of a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. this isn't his ship and he's not in charge but he feels like he should be here. there's no chair for him to sit in but the stations lining the area are familiar. he runs his hands over them and then slips into one, eyeing the screen quietly.

he reaches out and touches it but nothing happens. he tries it again but again, nothing happens. )

Shoddy craftsmanship.

( but, nothing about this station is very well put together. that she's staying afloat at all is a godsend because every time jim walks by the observation area and sees the planet below, he remembers the enterprise's almost plunge to earth because of the gravity. )

Kind of don't want to repeat that again.

⥤ 03. corridors/room

( jim's minding his own business when somethings jerks him backwards. a loud sound of tearing echoes off the walls and before jim can really stop it, the stupid jumpsuit he's wearing is ripped from side to the small of his back.

he stares at the wall, offended, and just notices a protruding edge he's apparently caught the cheap fabric on and, with minimal strength needed, had ripped a gaping hole in the thing. )

Perfect.

( sighing, he continues onto his own room where he kicks the door almost all the way closed and strips off the top half of the jumpsuit to look at it. was he supposed to walk around like this now? even starfleet uniforms were sturdier than this. )

⥤ 04. wildcard

( if you wanna do something else, feel free or hit me up at spoonishly for plotting. )

Comments

[episodically]

Toilet booze?

( he'd try it. he'd try anything once and it wasn't like the water they used on the enterprise wasn't recycled and redistributed. he'd gotten over his distaste of knowing where the water might have been pretty quickly. )

I was born in space but spent awhile in Iowa. Don't recommend it. Boring place, lots of cops, decent bars.

( he did have some fond memories of the assbeatings he'd gotten in a fe brawls back home. )

But, been in space the last while. Different worlds, different galaxies.

[pampa]

[ that gets a curious headtilt. ] Iowa... on Earth? [ if he sounds incredulous, well. he is. ]

How'd your skeleton hold up to the gravity?

[episodically]

There an Iowa somewhere else that I don't know about?

( what were the odds of two places being named that and being incredibly boring? high, jim thinks. )

We didn't have any gravity problems. Should we have? Gravity wasn't the thing that wrecked my body.

[pampa]

You said you were born in space? So was I. If I ever went to Earth the gravity would grind me to dust. Hell, if the gravity on this station cranks up another half a degree I'll be feelin' it all the way to my toes.

[ wait. jim was saying something interesting- ] What was?

[episodically]

Radiation.

( big time radiation. massive, massive radiation. it sucked a lot. jim purports himself to be a pretty tough guy but he could have cried during that whole thing. )

Never go into a ship's warp drive. It won't end well.

[pampa]

Oh, I did that once. [ almost brightly, like recalling a funny story. ] Well, not the Epstein Drive exactly. But I did walk right into a radiation field and get myself a nice dose of cancer.

[ he takes a minute to unroll his jumpsuit sleeve and push it up over a slim arm to reveal the port sticking out of his flesh. ]

You get a fancy one of these, too?

[episodically]

( jim leans closer, taking a look at what he guesses is medicine of some sort. after he'd died, he has no idea what happened. what spock had done with his body. if bones had tried to save him. he has no idea. )

No.

( he's been naked, he's looked. )

I just went and died instead.

( information drop ahoy! )

[pampa]

Oh. Bummer.

[ yikes ]

I hear I do that too. In like... [ he checks his communicator like it's a watch. ] two hours after I get back to the time I left from.

[episodically]

Not something I'd recommend.

( it's quick but it hurts. )

I wouldn't take it back because it saved my ship but yeah. Ow. I couldn't go in an explosion or via gunshot or something. No, radiation. I hope I didn't leak blood.

( was it normal to joke about his death? probably not. )

[pampa]

You're right, it hurts like a bitch. I go by burning up in Venus' volatile atmosphere. Apparently.

[ so pretty ouchy still ]

[episodically]

Fancy.

( if jim could have guessed how he'd go, it'd have something to do with the enterprise crashing or maybe someone shooting him. not radiation. it had been worth it, absolutely something he'd do again, but still not how he'd wanted to go. )

What were you doing there? Not a lot of people take a pleasure cruise around places like Venus.

[pampa]

[ a grim smile comes to miller's face then. ]

Wasn't a pleasure cruise. I was trying to redirect Eros before it could crash into Earth. We knocked this Mormon ship into it like a battering ram - or we were gonna - it was supposed to shoot it right towards the Sun. That kind of fell through so I guess I uh, go down with the ship.

[ kind of familiar really, isn't it? ]

[episodically]

( by the end of miller's story, the hair on the back of jim's neck was standing on end. he wasn't going to say something stupid like 'are you my dad?' but he'd had been lying if he hadn't thought it for about a half second. )

That's a big sacrifice.

( and yet one jim would have made if he'd had to. without question. without hesitation. )

If you'd had done something like that in my world, no one would forget your name so hopefully you at least got a school named after you.

[pampa]

Is it?

[ not when your own life doesn't mean shit to you, it isn't. ]

If they're gonna hold school in my honor, it better fucking be dirtbag school. [ you gonna educate me about gangsters, ke? miller just shrugs. ] They have posters - graffiti with my fucking face on it. So I'm told.

[episodically]

Well. That's better than nothing.

( his father's name was still revered. still talked about when you talked heroes and sacrifice and role models. he'd been the captain for the blink of an eye and his legacy was daunting. )

Maybe they'll name a bar after you instead.

[pampa]

Now, wouldn't that be something. [ he actually smiles at that. ] More informative than a school, any day. I did all my best work in bars, on and off the clock.

[episodically]

How's this bar stack up?

( jim's gonna be surprised if the answer is anything positive. sure, the fact that the station has a bar is a good thing but the alcohol's shit and the more it's replicated, the worse it tastes. )

Think people would let us hang a banner over the door with your name on it?

[pampa]

This is a bar? [ miller deadpans then shakes his head. ] Nah, uh, drinkin' is about the only thing Ceres gets right.

[ the banner suggestion gets an actual scoff. HOW DARE. ]

If there's a man alive on this station who would, I'll space him myself.

[episodically]

What, you wouldn't wanna be station famous?

( jim's pretty sure the threat's empty so he's now considering how he could possibly make this happen. )

Don't want everyone who bitches about the quality of the alcohol to spit your name in the next breath? There are worse things to be memorable for.

[pampa]

I don't wanna be any kind of famous. Just wanna punch my timecard, get in, get out. And drink some real fucking gin.

[episodically]

Friend, it appears that you're failing at all but one of those through no fault of your own.

( no one was leaving unless you took the damn stupid chance at breathing in space and this booze was shit. the only thing that miller had accomplished was getting here. )

Looks like you have some space to be infamous.

[pampa]

[ he shrugs, leaning even more heavily into the bartop. ]

That's a nice change, pal. [ things not being miller's fault, that is. ] Well, I'm gonna clear out, famous or not. I've overstayed my welcome as a sober individual.

[ he puts both hands on the bar and pushes himself up in a slow arc to stand. some things are just sacred, jim. ]

[episodically]

Been a pleasure to chat with you, famous guy.

( he smirks up at miller and gives a quick salute to send him off. )

I look forward to coming to your bar a lot over the next while.

[pampa]

[ he gives the laziest, lamest salute ever and beats feet. see ya, funny guy. ]