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( so.
jim kirk had not expected to wake up. he'd done his heroic thing, saved his crew, said goodbye to spock and he'd died. he knows he'd died because it had hurt but now, here he was, awake.
alive (he knows that because he'd spent thirty minutes with a hand over his heart, listening to the organ thump thump thump). once he'd come to terms that he had not died (thus making his heroic sacrifice not as cool), he'd realized he had no idea where he was.
space. a station of some kind but it didn't look like anything the enterprise had built. didn't look like anything any of the species he'd run into had built. the jumpsuit he'd woken up in had been shapeless (unfortunate) but in one piece.
time to find out what in the hell he'd just walked into.
it feels strange to grin considering the last thing he remembers is being racked by radiation sickness but the smile looks natural on his face. )
You know, I don't normally mind being kidnapped but couldn't you give me something better to wear?
( hello everyone, jim kirk was here and he was complaining about clothing. )
I suppose I should thank whoever did this for not tying me up. That's always annoying and my shoulders ache for days afterward.
( and bones offered up absolutely no sympathy. he wasn't human, he was just eighty thousand salt grains shaped into a man. )
Now, while I appreciate the niceties shown to me, I'm still a little confused as to what kind of situation I've found myself in. I don't recognize this station or this communicator on my wrist. And I really can't see this as a prank my crew would play on me.
They're a little...stodgy.
( but he loved them, he did. sometimes. when they weren't being stodgy. )
So, did I die and go to space heaven? Because I imagined more pretty dancing blue girls and loin cloths. And if this is truly the afterlife, I'm disappointed.
jim kirk had not expected to wake up. he'd done his heroic thing, saved his crew, said goodbye to spock and he'd died. he knows he'd died because it had hurt but now, here he was, awake.
alive (he knows that because he'd spent thirty minutes with a hand over his heart, listening to the organ thump thump thump). once he'd come to terms that he had not died (thus making his heroic sacrifice not as cool), he'd realized he had no idea where he was.
space. a station of some kind but it didn't look like anything the enterprise had built. didn't look like anything any of the species he'd run into had built. the jumpsuit he'd woken up in had been shapeless (unfortunate) but in one piece.
time to find out what in the hell he'd just walked into.
it feels strange to grin considering the last thing he remembers is being racked by radiation sickness but the smile looks natural on his face. )
You know, I don't normally mind being kidnapped but couldn't you give me something better to wear?
( hello everyone, jim kirk was here and he was complaining about clothing. )
I suppose I should thank whoever did this for not tying me up. That's always annoying and my shoulders ache for days afterward.
( and bones offered up absolutely no sympathy. he wasn't human, he was just eighty thousand salt grains shaped into a man. )
Now, while I appreciate the niceties shown to me, I'm still a little confused as to what kind of situation I've found myself in. I don't recognize this station or this communicator on my wrist. And I really can't see this as a prank my crew would play on me.
They're a little...stodgy.
( but he loved them, he did. sometimes. when they weren't being stodgy. )
So, did I die and go to space heaven? Because I imagined more pretty dancing blue girls and loin cloths. And if this is truly the afterlife, I'm disappointed.
voice | un:midnighter2
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( all colors, really. jim doesn't discriminate. )
Or we could go with blue and green at the same time. Why prefer one over the other when you can have both?
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( wasn't that how the saying went? )
If not multicolored women, what are you into?
( who needed proper introductions before talking about something like this? )
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I don't believe in beating around the bush.
( like ever. )
So?
( gonna answer the question? inquiring minds wanted to know. )
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( duh. )
I was just dead and now I'm alive and I'm on some strange station, talking to a man with a very voice who I'm trying to learn about.
( it was pleasant conversation by james t. kirk. get used to it. )
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[His voice sounds like sandpaper making sweet love to a cheese grater while falling down a staircase.]
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( he could find that anywhere. but also, he doesn't need comfort. he's fine, he's always fine, he's forever fine. )
Still haven't answered my question. I'm beginning to think you're avoiding it.
( what a shame. )
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( hey, that was genuine and sincere. )
And I wasn't that distracted.
( a little distracted, sure, but not that bad. give him a break, he'd just woken up after being dead. )
You haven't stopped talking to me yet so.
( making assumptions there, yep. )
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[ARE YOU GETTING IT YET.]
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( yes, he is. )
Is it working?
( HE JUST WOKE UP AFTER DYING GIVE HIM A BREAK. )
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Take your shirt off and we'll find out.
[Later, he'll blame whatever they put in the water.]
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( he wasn't that much of a pushover. )
I'm new. You should welcome me to this place properly.
>video.
[And yep, there's Midnighter, shirtless and reclining in a private room. Which means he finally got a private room... so he could do this. The camera cuts off at his navel, so he could be naked, who knows!]
[In other news, I'm going to Hell.]
i had to find an icon and upload it just for this that's how committed i am to my craft
maybe being resurrected and dumped into a space station in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by people he doesn't know and without any knowledge of how to get back where he came from wouldn't be so bad if this happened a lot.
he could get used to this. )
Not bad.
( probably understating it but he's not going to be panting and drooling all over the place. he has more poise than that.
and he's also a man who returns the favor when it suits him so, even though he's just wriggled himself into the jumpsuit he pulls the top half down and sends a video back. )
Wouldn't want to feel left out.
a true draftsman.
What a gentleman. Glad I could help out, giving you a warm welcome and all.
Midnighter, by the way. Or 'M', if you want. Got a name, handsome?
Re: a true draftsman.
least he hadn't been drinking this go 'round. )
You're a boon to this place. I hope everyone gets to experience such hospitality.
( but if they don't, he'll just feel damn special. )
James Kirk. But, Jim's fine.
( midnighter. that's a name. that's an unique name. he likes it. )
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Hey, Jim. I'd offer to answer some questions, but I think we're about as new as each other.
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( he was gonna remember that wink. remember it and remind you when he decided to make sure you remembered him, midnighter. )
I appreciate you telling me that before I started asking unnecessary questions. Wouldn't want you to feel interrogated.
( because he did have a lot. and while sometimes interrogations could be fun, this probably wasn't the time and place to propose that. )
I've woken up in worse conditions. Last time I ended up alone on some desolate planet, I didn't even have the warm welcome I got here.
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You go space-hopping a lot?
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( because if you were just going to throw a blanket at him, he was going to be disappointed. and he was going to keep the damn blanket. )
A lot's kind of an understatement. Space is where I've been for the last several years of my life, captaining a starship. Pretty good work if you can get it. Nice to have a change of scenery so often.
( but man, shore leave was even sweeter when you spent months and months in space. )
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[But more importantly-- his eyes light a little at the mention of space, captaining a starship. It sounds like some scifi bullshit. It sounds overly ideal.]
[He's wondered, before, if Earth just isn't the right place for him.]
How does 'captaining a starship' work? You just rock around the galaxy?
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pretend my dyslexic ass said 3.10 up there.
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