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James "Jim" T. Kirk ([personal profile] finalfrontiersman) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs2024-08-01 03:31 pm

[ Trek Crew Catch-All ] And you may ask yourself

Who: Jim Kirk, Spock, Tendi, Bones & friends.
Where: The Trek house!
What: Catch-all for the month's nonsense.
Content Warnings: Profanity. Potential for discussions of survivor's guilt and Gnosia-related trauma. Old man yaoi.




See below for closed starters! This post will serve as a catch-all for the Trek cast~

Contact for plotting:
  • James "Jim" Tiberius Kirk | [plurk.com profile] trickster88, PM, Discord by Request/Game Discord
  • S'chn T'gai Spock | [plurk.com profile] askefise, Game Discord
  • D'Vana Tendi | [plurk.com profile] posolutely, Game Discord
  • Leonard "Bones" McCoy | PM, Game Discord, Discord: chatnoir
  • unprimed: (116)

    absolutely nothing "just" is happening here

    [personal profile] unprimed 2024-08-02 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Well. There she is.

    The thing they don't tell you about these wacky multiverse crossovers is how weird they are. You're just existing, day to day, the way you always have-- but with people from other worlds, other planets, other realities. Realities where Orion isn't even there, or...maybe it just hasn't been discovered yet. Realities with-- with magic, and weird deities, and low tech...

    And realities where you really do meet your heroes.

    That might be the weirdest part of all, actually. On a ship, there's a huge separation: rank, decorum, work. It's notable to interact with the bridge crew, a lot of the time -- it means you're doing something unusual. Here, D'Vana Tendi is living her daily life in a house with these great historical figures. Historical figures she works alongside, eats meals with sometimes.

    Historical figures who are...on the sofa?

    Who are...

    Oh.

    The PADD (not a PADD) slips from her fingertips, clatter crash crash! and somehow even though they're-- well, making noises, you know the ones, and she's sucking in a sharp gasp, suddenly the sound is intrusively loud. And speaking of intrusive, here she is. And, oh crap, she's been spotted. Ahem.]


    I-- I'm sorry, I was just-- [...actually, she has no idea what she was just doing anymore, but she hastily retrieves her PADD (still not a PADD) from the floor and studies it very...well, studiously. They say never meet your heroes, but they usually don't follow it up with because you might find them making out on the sofa when you least expect it. She's seen a lot of things, living on the lower decks, but this sure earns points for unexpected. As a delayed reaction, she puts said not-PADD over her face.] ...I...didn't see anything? [??? Why is she phrasing that like a question??]
    ashaya: ( ᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴇsᴛʜᴇsɪᴀ: ᴅɴs. ) (pic#17258972)

    just two bros sitting on a couch approximately 76.2mm apart

    [personal profile] ashaya 2024-08-03 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Spock doesn't jump or flinch or startle in the way most would under these conditions. He can gather what it is that has interrupted Jim's current mission, the blunt of his Human teeth making themselves a known against the firm line of his jaw, but the oops that chases its way back to him is what loops back the internalized sigh before he might catch it. It isn't one of frustration, but rather fonder exasperation as he moves his free hand from its chosen location (the nape of Jim's neck, as it were), tucks it against Jim's side to facilitate a more supported movement from where it is he currently rests.

    Perhaps the sitting room was ill-advised. ]


    Ah, [ Spock says, almost like an afterthought. And it is, really, against the dry commentary he tips over to Jim silently. He doesn't aim to retrieve his other hand. He knows that Jim will likely relinquish it when he moves, but even so.

    Even so, thankfully, his higher functions kick online faster than most species in the Federation. Humans? Certainly. Other Vulcans? As a matter of course. Before he ever tilts his head toward the sound, he's already settling any residual autonomic functions, rerouting any suggestion of vasodilation across the shells of his ears and the high points of his cheeks. The result? He's quite pointedly not flushed a shade or sheen near or about a greener hue of ochre. Instead, he blinks.

    He blinks once, twice. It mirrors in many ways the passive observations of a Terran feline, woken from a particularly restful sleep. He clears his throat, just loud enough to catch. One eyebrow twitches upward, fleeting. ]


    Excuse us, Lieutenant.

    [ His words come clear and unmodulated, almost as if she had simply walked in on them having a typical conversation. It was a conversation in its own right, but that's something he keeps to himself (and, subsequently, Jim). To Ms. D'Vana Tendi, the read is undoubtedly difficult. To Jim? Well, he's still contending with increased cardiovascular activity. That will return to baseline momentarily, but for now? Well, the beat is markedly quickened where it thrums against Spock's side. And if he is in some part ruffled? Well, that's something Jim too will be able to gather before he loosely reconstitutes the typical level of shielding. ]
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    to mr spock (two days after)

    [personal profile] spidermenaces 2024-08-02 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
    Hey. How are you feeling Mr Spock? Better?
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    [personal profile] ashaya 2024-08-03 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
    I am recovering, due in no small part to your efforts.

    [ there's a moment where the text bubble appears, disappears. appears again. ]

    Despite the prior circumstances, I regret that my actions have caused you harm. I was not able to convey as much earlier. [ another, much shorter pause. ] Has your recovery been similarly expeditious?

    [ he knows what jim knows surely by now, but even so. ]
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    [personal profile] spidermenaces 2024-08-03 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
    Thats great to hear!

    You don't have to apologize, Mr. Spock. It wasn't you, we all know it.

    And you don't have to worry about us and injuries. We heal super fast, I'm totally fine now
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    [personal profile] ashaya 2024-08-03 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
    Indeed.

    [ it's an agreement in two parts. ]

    No, it was not.
    However, such things are still a part of me.


    [ he would know. he's seen it across more than just himself and outside this situation. ]

    To acknowledge a wound is to allow it to mend.
    I understand this to be a necessary component, for most Humans.


    [ but, veering back into something safer for them both: ]

    I am gratified, to know we share this similarity.
    Though, you appear to have recuperated several hours ahead.


    [ so, there might have been a delay before his first response. you know. healing trance, bond stabilization, et al. ]
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    to not-mister jim (before he goes home after rescue)

    [personal profile] spidermenaces 2024-08-02 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    How is she?
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    [personal profile] spidermenaces 2024-08-05 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    I really screwed up didn't I...

    I'm coming home, so it don't matter what you say. I just... Wanted to know before I got there.

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    rotating this in my head like terran fowl in a convection oven

    [personal profile] ashaya 2024-08-08 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Here's the thing: Spock understands how to be discreet.

    As much as he has been peripherally aware of Jim's project, he had honored Jim's need for such an unveiling. It had meant not asking Jim about what he had brought back with him at times or treading into the yard when Jim was working, but Spock had adhered to his wishes. Illogical as it may have been, he knew that for Humans the act of gifting and the concept of "surprises" satisfied a particular emotional "itch," as they might have called it. The natural chemicals produced, the pleasure of being able to "hide" something of benefit from the other until such a time that they were finished — Jim had explained it was an act of affection, a recognition. A sort of kindness.

    And so, Spock did not seek out the answers until given permission. He recalls his mother had attempted such "surprises" when he was young, but he had not yet learned why it is was she took joy in it. Now that he was older, he told himself he must now ignore the clues, overlook the signals. He had cordoned off the bond where it was any such knowledge touched, allowed Jim to run his hand along it, but.

    I will be there shortly.

    And so he is, taking with him a nicely brewed cup of coffee out into the side yard. What he sees is not entirely what he expected, but he pauses at the lip of the back porch. Pauses, the dark of his eyes touching upon each minute detail that makes up the environs Jim's painstakingly constructed. He had known about the cats, Jim, but it was — there's a tentative little wave of something that rings of disbelief, wine glasses traced about with the pad of a thumb. As it goes, affection laps from beneath. Affection and curiosity, a sort of prevailing admiration for the workmanship that Jim's exercised. A surging sort of —

    Very carefully, he steps down off the porch. His eyes stay fixed upon the structure that Jim's built, voice very soft when it is he reaches Jim's side. ]


    Jim, [ he says, his name containing any manner of meaning as he settles his gaze upon him. It is not a question, but a statement. A recognition. ]
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    [personal profile] ashaya 2024-08-11 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ It is not to say he understands yet or full, but his mother had too been so adamant about granting items to him upon Human celebratory occasions. He did not see the purpose in surprises and often found that most couched the concept in cruelty, but Jim and his mother both - perhaps he might see more the appeal now, to how it is Jim's emotions sizzle across the bond as though the tail of Roman Candles. Spock holds the sensation of it within his palms as much as he holds the taste of it within his mouth, citrus sweet and sticky. If Spock makes it a known that he basks alongside the source of Jim's delight with a residual rumble of his own? Well, perhaps it is best expressed with the way his gaze seems altogether uncertain still of where to land.

    There is much to take in, much left to study — but, Jim's expression is what draws him back in. Spock looses a ripple of some banked affection, the corners of his dark eyes crinkling in ways that seem only notable to Jim. ]


    A fine piece of craftsmanship, [ he says, in response to the rhetorical question. He knows it to be one, but still it must be said. The effort that Jim placed in is remarkable, though it does not surprise him that he is too talented in this domain. Jim had always been one to take to construction without issue, hand deft and experienced in ways that extended beyond machines and circuitry. Spock feels the touch of his hand, feels the responding thank you for his coffee, and Spock dips his chin in recognition.

    But, there is a pause that rises. Slight, as if the curiosity and disbelief has not yet passed. He pieces over his words, looks for the phrases he wishes to say, but perhaps it is simpler after all than he gives it credit to locate it, inadequate as it seems. His eyes flit back once to the structure, the words low and pitched for Jim's ear. ]
    Thank you, Jim.

    [ It is another beat, but then Spock is extending the first two fingers of his right hand, his left settling at the small of his own back. ] Would you care to accompany me?

    [ Surely, Jim should enjoy his spoils too. ]
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    closed to Jim | apology tour

    [personal profile] arachnerina 2024-08-03 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
    [After her fight with Peter, Gwen didn't really know where to go, she just needed to be somewhere else. She was just frustrated and hurt, more than anything, so she thought she would just get some air. Only, no amount of air made her feel ready to go home.

    She kept replaying the fight in her head, kept hearing the atrocious words Jim said to her while infected, and old habits came back to her so quickly. She really didn't feel like being around other people right now, once again pulling away and isolating herself. She'd at least let her friends know she was okay if they reached out, so she didn't worry them too much. She really just needed a minute to get her head straight.

    It's not a surprise to her when Jim reaches out. She'd honestly been expecting it. After everything that happened, she figured they needed to talk. She doesn't blame him, even if the words still haunt her. It was all shit she was already battling, anyway, it just hurt more coming from someone important to her, just the way the ghost of her Peter had hurt last month.

    She was having such a great time here, wasn't she?

    Eventually, if a bit reluctantly, she found herself arriving at Jim and Spock's house, dropping down to the path to their door, and hesitantly knocking. She knows she needs to get this over with. It's just Jim. But why is she so nervous to face him again?]
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    [personal profile] arachnerina 2024-08-04 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
    [It's impossible for her eyes not to land on that apron first. As bad as she's felt, it's really hard to suppress a laugh at it.]

    That's a look.

    [Says the one in a sweatshirt and leggings in the middle of summer. In her defense, she didn't really pack, so much as throw the first things she grabbed into a bag. But it's fine, she'll survive. No matter how anxious and nervous as she might be, she can't be mad at Bones. When the dog bounds towards her, she drops to her knees to greet him, a small smile finally showing up again on her face.]

    Hey buddy! [She is absolutely going to make sure Bones gets all the pets he deserves.]

    What are you making? [She's trying to keep it light, even if she's rocking on her feet when she stands again. She had ate plenty of sandwiches and other snacks he had brought in to STEM, so it wasn't too much of a surprise to see him baking, or whatever it is he's doing right now. Cooking away his feelings? She knows, as bad as she feels after everything that happened, he has to feel worse. He's the one that said and did all those awful things. Having no control over yourself like that? That had to be horrible.]
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    closed to Vi, Jim, & Spock | double date night

    [personal profile] bulleting 2024-08-03 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Dinner and chess was something they had discussed a while ago, but given the state of the city, nothing was going to happen for a time thanks to the chaos of July. After everything, it was good to try to get back to some semblance of normalcy. It would be easy to fall into regret for her insane, infected actions, but after being here for so long, it was easier and easier to accept that things about this place would forever be out of their control and try to get back to normal.

    So, dinner it was! Caitlyn wasn't sure that Vi would care so much about the chess match, but free dinner and booze? As if Vi would refuse. And it was nice, having an excuse to dress up and enjoy themselves. It was funny, as a child, she always hated dressing up and going to events and parties that her parents either threw or attended, but as an adult now, she found it wasn't always so bad, when the company was right.

    Opposites definitely attract in the case of Caitlyn and Vi, so while Caitlyn was ready extra early, Vi was not, but at least it mostly evened out, meaning they arrived at Jim and Spock's about five minutes past the original agreed upon time. Vi trailed behind as Caitlyn knocked at the door, her heels clicking as she stepped back to wait.]
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    [personal profile] grappler 2024-08-09 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    [there's always so much complaining when Caitlyn stuffs Vi into an outfit that's nicer than the crap she usually wears, so she's kind of pouting while wearing this when they get to Jim and Spock's place.

    when she sees Jim, her eyebrows raise for just a moment. but then she shrugs, and puts her hands in her pockets.]


    Yep, that's me.

    [a beat]

    And don't act awkward about last month.

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    [personal profile] feintofhart 2024-08-12 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ It's not due to any personal grudge that Claude has left Jim unanswered. It's just that he hasn't felt quite up to it, even with the kindness of supplying a few supplies. He has affairs to put in order, locals to touch base with, people he needs to check up on, and a solid four hours a day he has allocated to staring moodily at his ceiling. It is his gods-given right, he's decided, to allow himself a little time to brood and complain, if not only to an empty room.

    But he does want to get in contact with Jim eventually, and so he makes time to accept his invitation, showing up with a pack of goods at his side (some tea he'd liberated from the explosion), his trademark easy smile resting comfortably on his face now that he's gotten himself together again.

    It takes a little more than death to put down Claude von Riegan, he's decided. He's grinned his way through worse. He can do it through this too. ]


    Jim, [ he says with a nod. ] Good to see you.

    [ It would be a lie to say that his nerves aren't fried, that there isn't a part of him that still believes that Jim's just going to try to beat the shit out of him again, poison his drink, that there aren't people waiting to kill him in every dark shadow -- but that's how he's lived his entire life. This is no different, aside from the fact that for the briefest of times, he'd actually let his guard down. ]

    I hope you two are recovering well enough from that whole mess. All of your brains are back in order, I hope?

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