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ota ⥤ i'm not your james dean
» 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
( 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. )
( 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.
( 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. )
( if you wanna do something else, feel free or hit me up at
spoonishly for plotting. )
» 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
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( which reminded him, that was a question that he had. )
Does this station even have guns? Shields? Anything?
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( she didn't even know that that was something that the station could have )
That would be a question better suited for someone more familiar with space.
( she was doing her best, as everyone liked to tell her, but she would constantly be out of her depth somewhere in this )
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( he holds up a hand, smiles apologetically. he's used to everyone being familiar with space so running into someone who wasn't took him aback for a few short seconds. )
Where are you from? Space is pretty much the place to go to get off Earth where I'm from.
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( there's a brief smile, vanessa feeling no need for his apology. if where he came from everyone was used to it why would you not assume the same? it is what vanessa had thought also -- she had not believed that she was in space )
Though here you should also ask when. ( he had to be more recently arrived, to not know of the lack of gravity or such a question ) It was 1892 at my home.
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( his eyes widen and he looks momentarily impressed. )
Well, this must have been a change.
( to say the least. )
Never been to London. I was born in America and after that, just been space for me. All over the place when it comes to planets and systems and galaxies.
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( alex had felt the pull of space and had never looked back. vanessa imagines it isn't solely the two of them which felt that same inclination )
How many years has it been?
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( not so long that he'd forgotten the sun and the moon and the way earth smelled when you touched down and stepped off your ship. )
But, I figure it's only going to get longer as I get older. I was right in the middle of five years in space when this happened.
( guess he's not really violating that since he's still in space but starfleet would find anyway to bitch. )
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( perhaps see home on occasion, if it holds a special place for him, but his life would be where his heart remained )
No doubt you've seen all manner of wondrous things.
( or strange, perhaps. she had yet to really find space so wonderful or wondrous )
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( some were wondrous. some were terrifying. some were dangerous. so, he'd definitely seen things that would haunt his nightmares until old age. he'd seen things that he'd remember during his waking hours until memory itself became a problem. )
The type of thing depends on the way. But, it's a rush to discover a new civilization or a new planet. It's good to broker peace. It's not so good to get into fights but I find I'm pretty good at that too.
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Who do you broker peace with?
( aliens have yet to come up in her discussion of space )
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( starfleet's mission is to explore, not to colonize. they want to see what's out there and, of course, pick up allies where they can. )
We don't necessarily go in there wanting to eliminate them. We go in there to learn and advance the Federation. Sometimes it goes well, sometimes it doesn't.
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Humanity has spread out so far?
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( humans were sticking close to earth for the most part besides those that joined starfleet and those that just got stuck on other planets somehow. )
We're not alone in the universe.
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vanessa knows that there are other things that exist in the world but she's getting the feeling that he doesn't mean monsters.
she's also not going to jump there, instead asking-- )
What else is there?
no subject
( they could be here awhile, vanessa. )
Even some of my crewmates aren't human. I work with a few Vulcans. Stiff sons of bitches but good people.
no subject
( she's just going to guess here that vulcans are one of said species. she won't ask him to name them all. oh my. vanessa feels like she should have expected aliens given that they're in space. but she'd also never expected space so she didn't know how she could expect aliens )
Tell me more of Vulcans, then.
( she'll take just one and use that to, incorrectly, give her a view of everything )
no subject
( not even joking. they were good people, good allies but man, jim just wants spock to loosen the hell up sometimes. )
They're humanoid. Look pretty much like me and you but they're not. They like logic and they don't like emotions.
no subject
( to say the least. she wasn't certain whether it was supposed to be endearing, if he liked them, or how to really take it )
I can't say that I've met any such individual here.
( though would she have known? )
no subject
( jim's pretty sure he would have sensed one of those pointy eared bastard the minute he woke up. )
They're allies. They're still dicks.
no subject
(spoilers, her roommate was one but it had never been a question that vanessa had asked) )
I suppose then that you speak other languages, to be able to effectively broker peace?
no subject
( no, that was what uhura was for. )
Our communications officer handled all that. I did the talking, she interpreted and we made it work. If she didn't know the language, then things got a little more difficult but Uhura was smart. She'd learn.
no subject
Clearly you were a successful team.
( he wasn't dead )
Perhaps some of that luck is what we need now.
no subject
I can't really do much more than anyone else. Maybe I know a little more but knowing more doesn't do dick if you don't have the supplies and resources to put a plan in motion.
no subject
( whilst there were some that were familiar with space this place was still something different )
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( if there was a ship, he could probably fly it. if there was a weapon, he could learn how to use it but that was all a question mark until he was able to nail down what was here and what could be spared. )
I also don't wanna take something apart for parts that might be necessary to live.
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