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reverielogs2018-09-07 06:35 am
episodically) wrote in reverielogs2018-09-07 06:35 am
you gotta fight for your right to party
» WHO? all ya'll!
» WHEN? sometime after the 15th
» WHERE? everywhere
» WHAT? house party!
» WARNINGS? i'd say blanket warning for language, maybe light violence, anything else, i'll update.
[ jim kirk wasn't the captain of this station. he wasn't even a ranking officer but he knows enough about people to know that, if you put them through the wringer over and over again, they're going to break without some sort of downtime. and jim's not about to be on a station where everyone's breaking down. no, he hadn't come back from death to die again.
so, he goes back to his roots. he goes back to the days where he'd spent all of his time in bars, hitting on pretty girls and boys, and getting into fights. maybe possibly they can cross out fights tonight but the rest of the stuff? nah, jim wants it all.
he trawls his way through the station to see what they have, first of all. and then he gets to work. the replicators don't serve great booze but it's booze nonetheless and he gets those flowing, filling bottles and glasses and sliding them out for anyone to have. he fiddles with the lights in the bar to make it more appropriate and even asks this new ai on board for some music. if that doesn't work, everyone's just going to be treat to him singing.
then, he pulls out chairs and benches from the rooms and lines the halls. he wants everyone to be together, to talk to each other and the halls seem like the most well traveled place. he draws signs that lead people to the pool where he's tossed a bunch of small things in to take the place of beach balls and toys. he even suggests chicken fights because who can resist a good chicken fight?
is it sacrilegious to see up makeshift twister in the chapel? oh well because that's where it is. dancing, he decides, is best for observation deck so he asks for a little more music filtered in there because who wouldn't want to dance with that beautiful backdrop?
on the command deck, jim rigs up some lights, making it more apt for a party and sets up a few tables with cards and other random things to signify money. if people want to do some gambling, lose their shirts, jim's not going to stop you. he prefers strip poker, really, but there are youngsters around so behave. somewhat. ringing the room, he finds spots to set up arm wrestling tables because who doesn't want to show off their strength? not jim, he knows so many people would beat him but maybe other people want to grab the title of 'strongest on the station.' jim will make you a medal and everything.
he wants to do something with the library but he doesn't want to wreck it. so, poetry readings. there's no mic but he does set up a chair to act as a stage and even pushes various other chairs around it to act as an audience. don't get too wild in here. the nonexistent librarian won't like it.
lastly, he finds himself in the hangar. there are shuttles in there that he doesn't want to break but it's a big space so fuck it, he goes for a fight club type atmosphere. people need to get the tension out somehow and while fucking likes bunnies would be ideal, asking for an orgy tonight would be too much. so, he draws chalk outlines of various rings for various different matches. he makes rules that say this isn't till the death, be fair, no hitting below the belt and, if jim were to get into the ring, you weren't allowed to mess up his hair.
he was the party organizer, he got to make the rules!
once everything seemed to be set up, he just started knocking on doors at random to get people out of their rooms and out into the open. this station was stupid but he wasn't going to let things fall apart without a fight. ]
[ it's a party and it's open for everyone!! post your tl's, tag around to others and just enjoy yourself. there's no sinister motive here except getting that sweet, sweet cr. if you want to wildcard something being at the party, plz feel free to do that within reason, of course! hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
spoonishly for questions/plotting! ]
» WHEN? sometime after the 15th
» WHERE? everywhere
» WHAT? house party!
» WARNINGS? i'd say blanket warning for language, maybe light violence, anything else, i'll update.
[ jim kirk wasn't the captain of this station. he wasn't even a ranking officer but he knows enough about people to know that, if you put them through the wringer over and over again, they're going to break without some sort of downtime. and jim's not about to be on a station where everyone's breaking down. no, he hadn't come back from death to die again.
so, he goes back to his roots. he goes back to the days where he'd spent all of his time in bars, hitting on pretty girls and boys, and getting into fights. maybe possibly they can cross out fights tonight but the rest of the stuff? nah, jim wants it all.
he trawls his way through the station to see what they have, first of all. and then he gets to work. the replicators don't serve great booze but it's booze nonetheless and he gets those flowing, filling bottles and glasses and sliding them out for anyone to have. he fiddles with the lights in the bar to make it more appropriate and even asks this new ai on board for some music. if that doesn't work, everyone's just going to be treat to him singing.
then, he pulls out chairs and benches from the rooms and lines the halls. he wants everyone to be together, to talk to each other and the halls seem like the most well traveled place. he draws signs that lead people to the pool where he's tossed a bunch of small things in to take the place of beach balls and toys. he even suggests chicken fights because who can resist a good chicken fight?
is it sacrilegious to see up makeshift twister in the chapel? oh well because that's where it is. dancing, he decides, is best for observation deck so he asks for a little more music filtered in there because who wouldn't want to dance with that beautiful backdrop?
on the command deck, jim rigs up some lights, making it more apt for a party and sets up a few tables with cards and other random things to signify money. if people want to do some gambling, lose their shirts, jim's not going to stop you. he prefers strip poker, really, but there are youngsters around so behave. somewhat. ringing the room, he finds spots to set up arm wrestling tables because who doesn't want to show off their strength? not jim, he knows so many people would beat him but maybe other people want to grab the title of 'strongest on the station.' jim will make you a medal and everything.
he wants to do something with the library but he doesn't want to wreck it. so, poetry readings. there's no mic but he does set up a chair to act as a stage and even pushes various other chairs around it to act as an audience. don't get too wild in here. the nonexistent librarian won't like it.
lastly, he finds himself in the hangar. there are shuttles in there that he doesn't want to break but it's a big space so fuck it, he goes for a fight club type atmosphere. people need to get the tension out somehow and while fucking likes bunnies would be ideal, asking for an orgy tonight would be too much. so, he draws chalk outlines of various rings for various different matches. he makes rules that say this isn't till the death, be fair, no hitting below the belt and, if jim were to get into the ring, you weren't allowed to mess up his hair.
he was the party organizer, he got to make the rules!
once everything seemed to be set up, he just started knocking on doors at random to get people out of their rooms and out into the open. this station was stupid but he wasn't going to let things fall apart without a fight. ]
[ it's a party and it's open for everyone!! post your tl's, tag around to others and just enjoy yourself. there's no sinister motive here except getting that sweet, sweet cr. if you want to wildcard something being at the party, plz feel free to do that within reason, of course! hit me up at
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She's called the Ghost. A Corellian freighter, tricked out and modded to the gills. Four guns, but she can mask her signature, which is what's gotten us out of more sticky situations than I can count. That, and Hera's flying.
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[ hat tip to sulu. ]
Mine's a little bigger, I think. The Enterprise. But I still like her, bulk and all.
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They're wrong.
[ He takes another sip of his drink. ]
Anyway, the Ghost has been the closest thing to a home I've had for the past - oh, almost ten years now, so you'll never hear me say a word against her.
[ He pauses a beat. ]
I'd be sleeping on the couch if Hera ever got wind of it.
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[ there were so many things that hera could be. kanan spoke fondly of her, though, so jim has to assume they're close. and that they've been traveling together ofr that long speaks even more strongly to that assumption. ]
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[ Kanan pauses to give that some thought. It's clearly not something he talks about much with other people. ]
We're partners. She's my better half, I guess. I'd be a totally different person if I hadn't met her - a person I wouldn't like very much.
I'd call her the love of my life, but if she was here she'd roll her eyes and call me a big sap. Which I am.
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[ and probably not something he'll ever achieve but he's glad to see others are able to get there. jim thinks he's most likely going to be mostly alone for the rest of his life and he's okay with that. ]
Miss her?
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What about you, have anybody here from home? Or anybody special you miss?
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[ but other than that? jim shakes his head. he hadn't really brokered any closer relationships than those who he worked with. ]
Nothing like a love of my life or anything. Don't think that's really for me.
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[ That is definitely something he can relate to. Sabine, Zeb... even Chopper... he misses all of them. ]
Anyway, everybody's different. Then again, I didn't think the whole long-term-romance thing was for me, either, until... it was.
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[ it's been awhile and no one's come along that he could see spending his life with. there were a lot of people he cared for but nothing had ever gone further than a few dates. ]
Chronic bachelorhood is probably more for me. Plenty of friends, no one that's gonna wanna marry me or be with me that long. I'm a little intolerable for that long.
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Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I swear. If anything, I'm laughing at myself. If you'd met me ten years ago, I could've said exactly the same thing. I'm not saying you'll be changing your mind or anything - you know yourself better than the random guy you decided to chat up at a party - but you're just reminding me how quickly and drastically things can change.
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[ that was never more clearly illustrated than by the story of his birth. ]
It's not something I'm ruling out and I won't say no if it comes my way but I'm not actively searching either.