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[universal_charm]

You've reached Kirk Industries, Inc. 

Just leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

If this is personal, well, do the same - except you've called James Kirk. 

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167 Late Evening

[bigvessel]

Hey, face twin, are you home? Have a rhythmic tapping on your door before it turns to impatience. And he's not going to stop until it's answered. It helps keep the nervous energy in check for now. And he'll wait for Jim to help him with the rest.

Re: 167 Late Evening

[universal_charm]

Yes, face-twin, he's home. He groans as he rolls out of his bed and shuffles to the door, figuring there's only one person who would knock on his door like this. Most everyone else probably would have sent him a message first and then attacked his door. Poor thing was going to need therapy. Such a good door.

"Needing a place to hide?" he inquired of FDR when he opened the door.

167 Late Evening

[bigvessel]

He's just going to push his way in, in fact, he's just going to push his way against Jim, hands out around his face and lips smashing into the other man's. He'll explain it all in a minute. He's just having something like a panic attack, and he needs to calm down. Jim will calm him down.

Re: 167 Late Evening

[universal_charm]

Oh, okay. This was... not what he was expecting. But questioning could wait, because somewhere in him he understood. He came out of his surprise and wrapped his arms around FDR, kissing him back, not even bothering to close the door just yet. FDR needed to get taken care of first, that much was evident.

173 - Video

[tohopeagain]

I do apologize for taking so long to get back to you on this, Captain, I've been otherwise preoccupied.

[But the wait is certainly worth it because Charles does present him with the schematics of a wheelchair. It seems very simple in design, which is sophisticated enough for Charles. The inner working are, naturally, more nuanced.]

Ah...well...I hope it isn't too complex, tried to be thorough, but I'm working from memory.

173 - Video

[universal_charm]

Oh, hey. Charles, right? Don't worry about it. What you got for me?

<sub>[ He opens up the file and glances through it, surprised somewhat at the aesthetic, but not in a bad way. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, though.

He turns his smile on Charles after making a few notes to himself. ]</sub>

Don't worry, it's more than enough to go off. There anything you want in it special you didn't note in the schematics?

173 - Video

[tohopeagain]

Yeah. [Well, at least he remembered Charles's name, haven spoken only once he couldn't ask for better.

And he'll give James a minute to look it over hoping he more or less captured the details in the way he remembered. Hank initially designed it, his memory is merely trying to replicate it.]

Not particularly, as groovy as a rocket powered wheel chair might be, not sure about the practicality. The question is finding materials, do I need to whore myself out?

Re: 173 - Video

[universal_charm]

_{[ An odd look flickers across his face at the word "groovy", but it's there and gone quickly. It's replaced with another grin followed by a chuckle. ]}

Yeah, rockets never made it into modes of transport besides ships very well.

And that depends on how good you look in tight pants, and possibly fishnet.

Text; Morning - 175

[pastdoesntdefine]

ORDER #132-878865XC is now complete and ready for dispatch.

Please reconfirm shipment address and select delivery timeslot:

□ 12:30
□ 13:15
□ 13:45
□ 16:15

Text; Morning - 175

[universal_charm]

_{[ He rubs his eyes as he rolls over to glare at the text message. What-? Oh, right, the parts he had ordered for Charles' chair. He yawned and sent the reply:}

13:15 is good, and that's the address. I'll be here so knock on the door.

Text; Morning - 175

[pastdoesntdefine]

Response acknowledged and received. Timeslot 13:15 approved for delivery.

[and that, as they say, is that.

There's no further messages via text. However, on the dot of 13:15, there's the buzz of the doorbell, followed a sharp rap of knuckles on the door. Delivery is here!

The box tucked under one arm, Carolina is staring back the way she came down the corridor when the door opens. Red hair is pulled into a tail, tucked into her coat collar.]

Re: Text; Morning - 175

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ To be honest, he'd almost forgotten about the delivery. Answering text messages when drowsy was never advised, but it happened.

He got up from the couch where he had been working with bits of wire and metal, stretching, dressed down in jeans, bare feet, a white shirt and a simple blue button up over it, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He popped open the door, blinking at the pretty girl on the other side for a second before his characteristic grin flashed. ]</sub>

I think I should start ordering things more often.

183 - text

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Wanna grab lunch? I gotta run somewhere and could meet you after.

Re: 183 - text

[universal_charm]

Sure, sounds good. Got some place in mind?

I've been craving a good pulled pork sandwich.

Re: 183 - text

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Small place in D3. I'll send you the address.

Re: 183 - text

[universal_charm]

You got it. Looking forward to it. I feel like I haven't seen your face in awhile. You can still look grumpy, right?

184; Voice

[likes_pink]

Congratulations. The McCoys, pleasant enough 'cow folks' have offered to fully sponsor you. That means you get access to the track for practice whenever it's open, just remember to sign in. You can come pick out yer bike. And you can go in for your uniform fitting at the following location: Blu's Bike Shop.

If you're ready for it, your first race will be 192. If you're not ready by then, let me know at least two days before the race.

184; Voice

[universal_charm]

They know good stock when they see it, clearly.

Got it. And no wings on the track.

Don't worry, I'll be good to go. Will I be in a team race or the singles?

_{[ He was pretty sure singles, because he doubted any established team was going to want to take on a new comer without seeing what he could do. ]}

184; Voice

[likes_pink]

Singles. You're not ready for teams.

191 afternoon Text

[goddamngrenades]

Yojimbo, I got your stuff.

191 afternoon Text

[universal_charm]

Really? Great!

Give me twenty and I can be over to come get it.

191 afternoon Text

[goddamngrenades]

Got a coupla questions for you when you come in.

Day 200 ( March ) - Evening | Text

[unforgivably]

[ This is Damon Salvatore's way of checking in on someone he considers a friend. It's more like Kirk sort of weaseled his way into Damon's prickly arms, but somehow, he's made it past the exterior. Anyway, Damon's not the type to ask if someone is okay if their names aren't Stefan, Elena, or Alaric. (Maybe Caroline, oh, and Bonnie, too now.) ]

Someone sounds like they need a drink.

Day 200 ( March ) - Evening | Text

[universal_charm]

Maybe. So long as someone takes the comm away from me. I don't need to be drunk yelling at all of Proles.

_{[ He won't say it, but maybe he's a bit touched the other had commed him about this. What could he say? Hearing things like that, hearing what Elizabeth had gone through - it touched a nerve. A big one. ]}

[unforgivably]

That's a deal I can make. I have no problem whatsoever with withholding something from someone. You may not even get it back.

First drink's even on me.

[ AKA, you know his bartending schedule and he's clearly working right now, but you seem like you need - something. And he's going to provide more than just the first drink, he just won't advertise that. ]