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

[finalfrontiersman]

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 | trickster88, PM, Discord by Request/Game Discord

S'chn T'gai Spock | askefise, Game Discord

D'Vana Tendi | posolutely, Game Discord

Leonard "Bones" McCoy | PM, Game Discord, Discord: chatnoir

Comments

[ashaya]

[ Which may or may not be as easier said than it is, typically, done as the Human saying goes. When one encounters an individual with a strong sense of ethics and justice, compounded by a secondary party that also holds similar moral values, well. It gets tricky.

Which is to say that Spock emerges from one of the bedrooms on the right, the current length of his hair lending a sort of artful tousle that he isn't entirely accustomed to (but that seems to be favored, not that he hasn't calculated the exact percentages or anything) (12.6% increase in prolonged visual observation), but seems to wear as though he always has as he takes the stairs down to join them.

If he pauses in his journey down to door for a moment, as though processing what it is he is seeing, the lapse isn't likely as notable to them as it is to Jim. Jim, whom he falls into an easy parade rest beside as he reaches the last stair. He clears his throat, almost inaudibly. ]

A task easier spoken than it is performed, Miss Vi. [ There's a certain schooled nature to his impassivity, but the tilt of his head suggests something chancing understanding of both reactions. From his recollections, she favored impulsivity. Though, he too recognizes the nobler intentions beneath. In his time within the Federation, he has worked alongside no shortage of Humans that resembled her. ]

Greetings, both. [ He appends, after a beat. He gives each a nod in turn, slight though it may be, and takes a half-step back. It's just to allow a touch more room to pass by, though he doubts they will need it. The apartment is small, but the foyer that leads up to the landing is generous. That is, if the neatly stacked shoes and hung coats (and spare leashes?) are any indication. ] Spock shall suffice.

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[Caitlyn smiles and returns Jim's embrace, unashamed by the show of physical touch. She stepped back, ready to properly introduce Jim to Vi, when the other two met eyes and their expressions changed. Caitlyn paused, glancing between the two, and frowning.]

Awkward about--? Oh.

[Last month. During the Gnosia infection. She was infected too, and intentionally avoided Vi, so she didn't really know what sort of trouble she got into without her around. And once she was cured and healed from being poisoned (long story), neither of them really wanted to dive into all of that for reasons, so!!]

...I take it the three of you met? [She's really not sure if that's better or worse?? Hopefully tonight wouldn't be awkward. She really doesn't think Vi will care too much, she's just not sure how the two men will take this new turn of events.]

[finalfrontiersman]

Yeah - what he said. [ Jim rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck, offering the pair of ladies a sheepish smile. Vi doesn't look bothered, which is ultimately good - but not addressing the elephant in the room isn't going to make it go away. Especially for Jim and Spock's type, with pesky things like ethical codes they try to uphold. ] I've been trying to locate you, to send my apologies.

[ Jim's attention turns to Caitlyn with an apologetic twist to his mouth. ] Yeah, Spock and I were...infected. We had a bit of an altercation.

[ They weren't trying to kill her, at least, but they'd definitely been going for the throat. Jim steps back as well (almost eerily close to the way Spock steps back; an absent, subconscious alignment - tends to happen when your brains are tuned to the same wavelength (literally)), beckoning them both forward and into the house. ] Please, come in.