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reverienet2018-07-05 02:24 pm
episodically) wrote in reverienet2018-07-05 02:24 pm
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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.
>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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( many of them. )
Tell me anyway. I like the words.
( see, he did like your voice, midnighter. )
And yeah, that's pretty much what I do. Planet to planet, exploring new galaxies, meeting new species, brokering peace, acquiring new tech, everything.
For some reason, they've put me in charge of all that. Guess I'm just good at giving orders.
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[He's transmitting his naked chest over an open comm give him a break.]
And banging blue girls. Helluva way to make a first impression.
[Given that job description, he'd assume Jim was an asshole, and honestly, that's not entirely off the table, but... he wants to think well of him. He's charming. Affable. Midnighter wants to think well of people in general. A reoccurring character flaw, apparently.]
So you're in the space navy. A GL with no ring. Lemme guess, you save the world a few times?
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( okay, even if he hadn't gotten the words, he still knows what midnighter had been hinting at and he'd liked it. )
I'll have you know that when I'm working, I don't bang anyone.
( that all came after he was off duty, of course. but sometimes not even then. he was good but even he got rejected. )
Just a few.
( once or twice. )
But, wasn't just me. I had help.
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[See? He's listening.]
The whole crew pulling together, that kinda thing?
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( because this is not the enterprise and he doesn't think anyone would take kindly to him just showing up and shouting orders. )
That kinda thing.
( was that cliche? probably. )
They're a good crew.
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[ARE YOU GETTING IT YET.]
[But something in his expression shifts into a kinder thing when Jim mentions his crew.] Good we got someone here with actual team experience. Seems like nearly everybody on this thing's a solo player. [Himself included, though he doesn't say it.]
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( HE GOT IT. )
Where are you?
( because as much fun as it might be to go door to door and meet people, he was a little more focused on other things. )
Wasn't always like that. There were a lot of growing pains before I learned to play nicely with others. But, you get people's lives in your hands, you learn quick.
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[Laying back on the bed, he considers Jim's words.]
I've had people's lives in my hands. But I work better solo. The team effort thing was just a clusterfuck. Didn't help that our fearless leader was fifteen, but you know how it is...
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( he'd woken up near a gym and that was about all he'd gotten so far. it was going to take some walking and some hoping that there were signs pointing him in the right direction.
the last thing he wants to do is get lost. )
Fifteen?
( that was...kinda young. )
How the hell did someone that young end up in charge?
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[And a shrug.]
It was a ceremonial position. She inherited it from her predecessor. Not her or anyone's fault, but... yeah, she was kinda young for it. Then again, so was the century.
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So's mine.
( okay, he'd navigated the enterprise, he could figure this out. find some stairs, go up them, find his room, see what's the what. easy as pie.
he needs a map. )
My first officer used to be the captain. Stepped down because I kind of made him.
( long story, extenuating circumstances, all that. he wasn't too young for it but he was a little too black and white. better suited for what he's doing now. )
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Huh. I'm not a soldier, but that sounds like bullshit.
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I could be pretty full too.
( there it was. just couldn't resist. it had just been set up so perfectly and not taking it would have bothered him for weeks, nay years. )
There's a story to it. Take too long to explain especially since I think I'm going in the right direction now. But, rest assured it needed to be done and everyone lived happily ever after in the end.
( except nero. )
pretend my dyslexic ass said 3.10 up there.
[To be fair, Eric Bana had it coming.]
Wow, you tell great bedtime stories. We should prop you up in front of the kids. ...I think there are kids on this thing.
Re: pretend my dyslexic ass said 3.10 up there.
( he deserved good things, okay. it had been a bit of a rough span of time.
it's taken some time but jim's pretty sure he's outside the right room. still, he doesn't immediately knocking, choosing instead to stand there and listen to see if he can recognize the voice on the other side of the door. )
You know, that's a compliment I've never gotten. Bedtime stories. No kids on the Enterprise, just grown men and women and they don't tend to ask me for stories.
( they were missing out. )
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And 'storyteller' can be your new job, since nobody's gonna follow orders from that babyface.
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