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reverielogs2018-07-14 04:19 pm
episodically) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-14 04:19 pm
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. )
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» 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
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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 )
no subject
( 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.
no subject
How much of this place have you seen?
no subject
( sure, there had been some detours but he'd wanted to know what he was doing and where he was doing it so best way to figure that out was walk the station, memorize everything and know where everything important was. )
Lots of locked doors.
no subject
( people may already be working but fresh opinions could never hurt, particularly when they'd been working on trying to open the doors for a considerable amount of time )
This is a recently opened area but many of the other doors still evade us.
no subject
( he can only guess that the lack of weaponry is why people haven't tried that. )
Or we asked whoever was on the other side to open it. Nicely.
no subject
( she gives him a few seconds to consider that, to consider whether it matters that it's a strength. any help was better than nothing and it could lead him to something that his skills were useful in )
no subject
( he's not sure of exactly the question here. )
If it's important, you get it open as soon as you can, anyway you can. But, no way to know until it is open. Could just be a storage closet behind those doors.
no subject
( not that she knew if it was possible with what resources they had but it was an idea )
Perhaps you could suggest it to someone at a door.
no subject
( if you don't have the keys or the codes, you blow that shit to smithereens unless there was some priceless artifact or treasure behind the door. )
Trouble is, the doors are solid. Don't know if there's enough firepower to open them.
no subject
( and from what vanessa has heard since it didn't seem like they'd had a code )