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Mike Slattery ([personal profile] charlieoscar) wrote in [community profile] reverielogs2018-08-21 01:53 pm

Tide don't know where the river flows

» WHO? Mike and You
» WHEN? Shortly after the sickness plot
» WHERE? Around the station
» WHAT? Mike is not!dead of mystery plague and even got some new duds.
» WARNINGS?None at this time.



Mike thought he was going to die. Then he got so bad, he wished he had. But for all his tempting of Fate, he remained. Enduring, until he found himself waking and thinking that actually, he didn't really feel all that terrible.

That, in and of itself, would have been reason enough to celebrate: the simple joy of being able to cross his own suite without feeling like his knees might be swept from under him, to finally shower the stink of sweat and sick off, to see the dark, spidering veins giving up his body....

And then he found it. Pressed. Folded. As if he himself had put it there. As if it had been waiting for him.

When his hands shook now, it wasn't from illness.

Deck 4:

Plague aside, Mike took care of himself on station. Both as professional habit and personal pride - clean jumpsuit, shaved face, neat hair, his magboots as shiny as he could make them. But somehow he managed to even outdo himself as he stepped from cabin #001 that day. He stands taller in his navy uniform. Stronger for the blue and white silhouette, despite the jagged, black tendrils still snaking from under his collar.

He stands in the doorway - the frame all but engulfed by his shoulders - and smiles at a passerby. He ducks his head, in greeting, as his wrist flicks and the ballcap in his hand snaps open.

Joining them in the flow of foot-traffic, he begins to settle it on his head.

USS Nathan James, it reads. The Spear of the Navy.


"Morning."

It doesn't seem to matter that it actually isn't.


Mess Hall:

He takes the hat off when he eats, but it stays nearby. On the table by his right hand, where he can easily reach it. And see it.

Stare at it, his chest filling with both pride and grief.

And his face too, as the expression he looks up with is clear.

"Help yourself," he gestures with his cutlery to the open seat across from him.


Command Area:

Despite feeling better, he still tires more quickly than he would have liked. Before giving into it and returning to the walls of his cabin, he finds his way to the Bridge. Out of all the places on the station, this was the one he liked the most.

Found the most comfort in.

Understood.

He stands behind the command chair and stares silently at the displays. When footsteps announce someone joining him, he glances back, then nods his head at the large screen.

"Too bad it's not a window, huh?"
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[personal profile] episodically 2018-08-27 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guess that's better than no access at all," Jim muses, crossing his arms over his chest and walking the perimeter of the room. "Bet this place worked pretty well went it was alive and not a hunk of junk in some unknown part of the galaxy."

That still twigged Jim out a bit, that they were just hanging there, unprotected. It was an invitation for unsavory types to find them and shoot them out of orbit.

"Most space stations don't just get built for no reason," he wonders aloud, "so I still wonder what the reason for this one was. My guess is something to do with the planet but that's apparently a dead zone too."
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[personal profile] episodically 2018-08-30 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"True."

Jim has to give him that one. And if that's what's happened, he has to give credit to the crew of the station as well for not senselessly endangering other people just because they wanted the station built in a convenient part of space.

He shudders though, a full body thing that makes him grimace. "I hate the thought of experiments. I'm not denying that that's a possibility, not after all that sick shit that just happened but I better not be here to be a lab rat."

He was too pretty for that. But then again, he'd already died so looks really didn't matter, did they? "You hear any reports of what they found down on the planet?"
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[personal profile] episodically 2018-09-03 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Still kinda new here," Jim explains with a shrug of his shoulder. "I haven't gotten completely up to date."

But, he's frowning. He's frowning that it's happened already.

"What video? What experiments?"
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[personal profile] episodically 2018-09-04 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's comforting," Jim says, sighing. He crosses his arms, letting his mind spin with possibilities on the drive. A station wasn't typically something that moved so he doesn't think they could be talking about a hyper drive but a 'drive' implies movement so.

He scowls and shakes his head. "For a second, I thought you were going to show me human experiments. Glad they didn't go that far, at least."
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[personal profile] episodically 2018-09-06 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Place just gets better and better," Jim says, sighing. He rubs a hand over his face and shakes his head. "Given what happened to them, yeah -- "

He cuts off and frowns, thumb worrying along his lower lip. "So, this whole thing could be an experiment? An extraordinarily well organized thing that's meant to test and torture."

It was cruelly elegant, if so.

"This is why I stick to ships. Stationary things like this are bad news."
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[personal profile] episodically 2018-09-11 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it helps, this isn't only a human nature thing," Jim says with a sigh. He scratches at his cheek, frowning at the state of everything. He was stuck on a station with no way back, possibly dead or still dying, and whoever had brought him here had been a little messed up.

"People are like this everywhere in the galaxy," he shares with a rueful frown. "Not everyone, of course, but enough. Power corrupts and all that philosophy shit. Spock would be better at doling out advice in a situation like this."
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[personal profile] episodically 2018-09-12 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Hey, maybe that's what the people here before us were trying to change," Jim said, tone sarcastic. "They were trying to make the world a better place and had to fuck it all up before that happened."

Doubtful but Jim really hates that he can't figure this place out. He's usually better at parsing out puzzles and solving them. This station is just a question mark of massive proportions and it bugs Jim so much.

"I hate how confused this place makes me."
Edited 2018-09-12 15:37 (UTC)
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[personal profile] episodically 2018-09-17 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mars isn't all that impressive," Jim says, wrinkling his nose. "Lots of dust, no aliens. It's once you get past the Milky Way that you find the good stuff."

The Federation hadn't even bothered with those planets save for resources. Once hyperspace had been accessible, that's when they'd been able to find other life, both plant and animal, and they'd been able to expand their outreach.

"This is actually the quietest part of space I've been in in awhile."