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THIS IS JAMES T. KIRK. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
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Remy & Kirk

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_{[ ooc: Continued from here ]}

Sure you don't want my shirt off yet?

<sub>[ His laugh is like warm silk, happily giving in to the cajun and letting him have at his throat. His fingers dug in a little hard against his back and scraping his nails along his spine, dragging his shirt up as he went. The thought of warm skin was enough to make him groan, hips shifting as heat pulsed between his legs. Or maybe it was from Remy's fingers in his hair, the light tug that sent prickles of heat tingling down his neck.

Fingers darted to the front of Remy's chest, flicking across his nipple and giving him a pinch. ]</sub>

Or maybe you need a little more wine, hmm?

[cajunspice]

Shhh, busy. [It was mumbled out against Jim's skin, a smile to go with it as Remy wanted to just keep exploring, but it was that flick and pinch that stopped his short,letting out a breath of a laugh as he arched away from that touch.] Hey! [Yet it was said in that same breath of a laugh as Remy leaned back enough to be able to smile down at the other man.] Grabby hands.

[Yet on the topic of that shirt...] How attached ya to that shirt? [It was so very, very tempting to take it off in a rather destructive way. It wasn't needed... but the idea was still a very nice one.]

[ voice ]

[beardstrokes]

Captain Kirk? I don't suppose you have a moment to spare? I may have something of interest.

Re: [ voice ]

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Obi-Wan? Sure, I'm available. Where would you like to meet?

[Action] The Space Bar

[cajunspice]

[Remy is working one of his usual shifts at the Bar, hidden away in the kitchen for the most of it, appearing now and then during it to help out at the bar as needed and to sometimes deliver food when others are too busy to take it out. It was during one of those trips to get himself a drink while working that he had spotted Kirk head in, catching his eye and shooting a wink in his direction before he headed back to work.

Making his way through the orders going out, he happened to catch Nami mentioning a certain plate of food was for Kirk before Remy got a bit of a devious plan. Maybe it was a little mean, but the other man had a good sense of humor, one that lined up with Remy's own. That in mind, Remy grabbed an extra large dose of the normal spices he had picked up at their space station stop, more than he would normally use and mixing it into Jim's meal. It wasn't too mean a prank, resulting in a burning tongue for a while at the worse.

Passing over the plate to be served up, Remy kept an eye out to see what reaction he would get.]

/BURSTS IN HERE FOREVER LATE, sob

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<sub>[ Kirk had more than enough reasons to frequent this establishment - between Tyrion and Remy that was two already, among others. He saw the other notice him and grinned at the wink, going to take a seat at the counter and make his order with a rather pretty girl.

He hummed as he waited for his food, flicking through new posts and other bits of information, just glad to be off his ship for a bit. His stomach did the honor of growling when the food came, the smell hitting him full force and making him smile as he took up a big spoonful and popping it into his mouth.

Only to choke, swallowing with immediate and obvious pain, coughing and slamming his chest with a closed fist before motioning wildly for the bar tender, tears kissing the corner of his eyes.. ]</sub>

Milk! Milk or hot water! Quick!

Action - a while after that kerfuffle

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris had been cordially avoiding Kirk since the incident with Isabela. The whole mess with his augment malfunction notwithstanding, anyway. But he'd finally got Kirk's message- a request to speak, and he took it. He didn't especially want things to be this way, but actually finding a way to broach the subject, to explain it- hopefully without letting his anger get the better of him.

He's not holding his breath on that one.

And so, at some point where the ship is a little quieter, he heads to Kirk's quarters, knocking to request entrance first.]

You wish to speak.

kerfuffle indeed

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ It was probably for the best. The encounter had left him feeling sour to say the least, but he knew that no matter how long he waited Fenris wouldn't be coming to him. So he had issued the summons. He kept to his own room as he waited, sporting his wounds still (Isabella was no pushover after all), sipping coffee from his favorite mug as he read over a new bit of literature.

He looked up when Fenris came in, not giving him the usual warm smile. He's still pissed, Fenris. ]</sub>

Yes, I did. Have a seat, please, Fenris.

_{[ He motioned around the room, not really caring where. ]}

after the party - First Breath

[bi_otic]

[Some hours later, significantly more buzzed than he'd started, Kaidan steps into the door of his room with Kirk in tow and privately questioning exactly what he's doing here. The captain had left little doubt about what he'd been interested in and if he was being honest with himself, he's gotten this far and still isn't sure. He wasn't generally one to rush into anything. Half the Normandy had been hooking up in the face of the potential end of the universe as they knew it. But not him.

On top of the time he's been in the fleet, it's been awhile.

His room doesn't look like anyone actually lives in. There's no decoration or clutter, blank and neat right down to the military corners on the blankets on the bed. A few steps in and he turns to face Kirk and rubs the back of his neck in obvious anxiety despite the hum of alcohol in his veins.]

So...

Re: after the party - First Breath

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_{[ It didn't take a genius to figure out Kaidan was nervous, or at the least not sold on this. Kirk was buzzed, maybe even just this side of drunk, but he could tell. As much as he wanted to do this, he wasn't going to try and force Kaidan either. But he wasn't saying no right now either, so perhaps he could want it. Gentle steps, he thought. Little pushes. Just to see where he went. He wouldn't deny that being rebuked would sting, but he would understand. Some folk were like that, just not ready for whatever their reason.}

But hopefully at least Kaidan would let him sleep over and cuddle. That was always nice.

A quick glance around the room didn't tell him much other than Kaidan's assertion he was a soldier was likely true. Kirk slid the door closed behind them, setting down the bottle he had brought them from the bar. Hands freed, he stepped into Kaidan, wrapping his arms loosing around his waist and standing in close enough for their noses nearly to touch. ]

It's really cute, you know - how shy you are.

Kirk & Fenris

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<sub>[ Continued from here ]

[ Oh, now Fenris was just doing that on purpose. Which he had been doing all night since the kiss. Of course he was. Kirk liked it, even if it was frustrating him given the need to walk warring with the desire to shove Fenris into an alley with the appropriate amount of shadows and have at.

The hotel was not as far as he had claimed it to be - or maybe it was, and they had just walked faster than he thought. Either way, they arrived and Kirk went up to pay for a room. The hotel rented by the night, but gave a rather knowing look when he requested the single room. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening, but Kirk was hardly ashamed of that. In fact, he thought it earned him a little upgrade as the key was passed to him and he motioned for Fenris to follow him to the elevators.

Even these had a certain restraint to them compared to the rest of the planet, a reason Kirk had chosen them. Oh, they were still bright and flash, but they didn't try to burn your retinas with every conceivable neon light. It was a welcome reprieve, and he hoped the rooms to that down further. It would be awful attempting to make love with Fenris while a neon torch blazed for some company or other.

He looked to Fenris, that giddy smile back on his face, his hand drifting out to brush the elf's. A green light was cast across them both as the closed elevator doors flashed with an advertisement (which was at least gratefully dulled in noise if not visuals). ]</sub>

You look nice in green.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is very much glad for the fact the hotel is less gaudy than most of the others. At least he can think straight here. That's always a bonus. Not that he especially plans to be doing a whole lot of thinking very soon.

And, oh Maker, that smile. It makes his chest feel stupidly tight. Fenris offers a small one in return, no sharpness to it. Just...genuine. His fingers reach over to meet Kirk's, brushing across them carefully. ]

Is that a fact?

Post all that drama: video

[wolfuncaged]

Kirk?

[He doesn't looks especially happy. HE SURE HECKED UP. ]

I- can we speak? Somewhere out of the way, preferably.

Re: Post all that drama: video

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_{[ Kirk frowns softly, his brow knitting in concern. It is unusual for Fenris to ask to speak like this anyways, and he can feel something sour balling in the pit of his stomach. ]}

Sure. We can meet in my cabin. Would that be private enough? Or would you feel better on the storage decks?

text.

[ofkirkwall]

we need to talk
come to the malum

- hawke

Re: text.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Well, Kirk wasn't really sure what to make of that, but he supposed he did owe Marian consideration under the circumstances. He put his comm away and pulled on his jacket and boots before heading over the Malum, looking for Marian. ]}

Action

[wolfuncaged]

[It has been a...pretty awful month, all things considered. The last few days have been especially shitty-and Fenris finds himself worrying if Kirk will ever wake to know of it. As much as he dreads giving the man the bad news of what has happened- he dreads the idea of Kirk sleeping forever even more.

He's been spending his evenings here, sitting on the edge of Kirk's bed, reading quietly to him as he sleeps. He's not sure if Kirk can hear him, but it gives him some comfort all the same. ]

Marielle tried to examine his makeshift bandage, but Donnen waved her away. He pointed toward the golden statue of Andraste. [He does a voice that isn't actually that far from the man 'Donnen' was based upon. Donnic will likely never be here, something Fenris is a little glad for. The man is his dear friend, but he belongs with his family in the city he loves. No one will ever get to appreciate his impression. What a tragedy. ] "I had a friend deliver something for you. Under the altar."

Marielle cast him a sceptical look, but she climbed the day-dia?

[He might be having a little trouble with the word 'dias' the letters do not make the same sound as the word. ]

action forever;

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<sub>[ Awareness came slowly, like pulling himself up out of thick, dark syrup - sticky, clingy, a struggle with every flicker of his eyes. Sound came before anything else, a gentle rumble he recognized, but couldn't quite place. Even his ears felt clogged. His brow knit. concentrating, looking for any sort of hold to pull himself up faster.

Sound became words. Words belonging to Fenris. Yes, Fenris. He knew that voice, the cadence he used when reading. He was reading? His lashes twitched, feeling like they were glued together as he tried to work them open. He could understand full words now, a flush of quiet pride going through him to hear Fenris working through the words so well.

And then the stumble, just as he got his eyes open, the light searing. He took a breath, and when he spoke his voice was raspy, cracking from lack of use for... well, who the hell knew how long? ]</sub>

Dais. The word is dais.

Post Anders fight

[wolfuncaged]

[It takes Fenris a while to show up again at Kirk's quarters. Anders is a rather...touchy subject, and it takes the elf a few days before he deigns to find his lover again and speak to him. Certainly, he'd preformed his duties, but he'd done so with the cold calculation he tends to take on when he's stewing.

But finally, the storm breaks and he knocks at Kirk's door, waiting outside it, not just entering. His shoulders still tense, still unsettled. ]

Kirk? Are you in there?

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<sub>[ Kirk knew better than to press Fenris about this sort of thing. Had it been any kind of emergency situation, or even a more desperate one, he wouldn't have let things sit as they were. But he had the time to let Fenris take strides in his own way, not commenting on the cold way he performed his duties, even acted towards him. He tried not to take it personally, though he could not help but feel a slight sting.

He looked up from his book when he heard the knock, and knew Fenris was not yet fully unwound from the fact he did not simply enter, even though Kirk had made it clear to Fenris he was welcome any time. ]</sub>

Yes, I'm here. Come in, Fenris.

Chekov & Kirk - Cherry Poppin' / During the Lato'li System Plot

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The interior of the ship was, for now, as fixed as they could probably get it without help from the still active orbit ships. With the planetary attack systems - or whatever the hell they were - still active, that was doing to be a ways in coming. Which meant they needed to start work on the exterior of the ship. They would want that as ready to go as possible by the time things turned around, and Kirk did believe they would.

He had worked himself into a hard to get to spot around the bottom of the ship, grunting as he picked at bits of wiring and worried on how to patch the hole that was torn into the siding. It wasn't puncturing the hull, but it wouldn't do to leave it either. Even harder was how to get it to last during exit. He gripped a tool in his mouth, sweating as his hands poked and prodded at the underside, brows knitting in concentration.

Which is never a good thing on a planet with creatures that wanted to capture or kill you - concentrating to had on one thing, especially outside.

Kirk cracked his head against the bottom of the ship as he was suddenly jerked forward, instinctively kicking out at whomever his attacker was and letting out a braying yell as he tried to figure out what was happening beyond 'whomever is pulling me is not nice'.

"Let go of me!"

[candothat]

There is no end to the work that needs to be done and, with the Tourist's interior and main systems operational enough to get them all off planet, that work now involves leaving the relative safety of the ship. After all, it wouldn't do to have vital bits of ship fall off mid-flight or to explode once they hit atmosphere just because of some loose screws or minor hull ruptures.

Chekov is checking the external engine casing when he hears Kirk yell.

He immediately runs towards the shout as he draws his gun--an inelegant thing from the ship's armory that he's kept on his person since they crashed on this awful planet. Not something that he actually intended to use.

The Russian reaches Kirk's position and trains his gun on the Lato'li attacker. Even though the alien doesn't look inclined to pause and talk it out, Chekov isn't about to pull the trigger without trying to diffuse the situation another way. "Stop or I shoot!"

[video]

[the_tailor]

Jim! Jim, Jiiiiiim, I have the best news ever!

[Because it really is. The best news ever.]

[ video ]

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_{[ He looks a touch frazzled, perhaps having just woken up, but he's coming around quickly. ]}

Uh? Oh? What is it?

[video for starts]

[the_tailor]

[Lance loves Keith. He really, really does, even though he's been glitched into a nine year old for the time being. Despite that, there's only so much he can actually take of said nine year old. Even though he's done plenty of babysitting in his life and dealt with plenty of rambunctious children, little Keith is...something else.

An absolute terror child.

After several days of exhausting babysitting, Lance promptly decides that he needs a night off from the hecticness. He all but dumps Keith at Shiro's door, begging him to watch over him for the night. Thankfully, Shiro agrees, so Lance decides he's going to enjoy this night of relaxation.

(Again--he really does love Keith to pieces, but he's ten seconds from breaking him into pieces if he runs off with one of his blades again.)

An idea strikes him, and he pulls out his communicator, dialing up Jim.]

Helloooooo, Jim?

Re: [video for starts]

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_{[ When Jim picks up the comm and answers, he has a pair of glasses on and one of his customary black t-shirts. It looked like he had either been reading or tinkering with something. He smiled at Lance over his glasses. ]}

Hey, Lance. What's up?

Video

[chicandsporting]

[Cogsworth has been missing since Lumière got his body back. He just slunk away and went into hiding. Lumière wouldn't admit he was worried, but he is. Well, worried and annoyed that this is how Cogsworth decided to deal with this. He doesn't appreciate being made to feel guilty for the one good thing to happen to him in a decade- much less something completely out of his hands.

Still, he IS worried. He doesn't really know who to ask- he doesn't know who Cogsworth's friends are here- hell, he only counts himself as Cogsworth's friend about fifty per cent of the time. He does know Cogsworth counts Kirk as one, though- so here he is. ]

Bonjour, Kirk. [He really DOES only use 'Jimmy' when Cogsworth is around to piss him off. His tone is light, casual, like he's discussing the weather.] I was wondering if you have seen Cogsworth recently?

Re: Video

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_{[ Lumiere calling him is rather unexpected. He liked the candle-man well enough, but they weren't exactly bosom companions either. So call him curious. He had his glasses on when he takes the call, having been working on one of his little engineering projects that kept him sane in the down times. ]}

Bonjour, Lumiere. Non, not recently. He's been rather quiet of late. I'm taking it to mean he hasn't been speaking with you either?

Video

[dandyofawolf]

[Sandalio has become quite attached to the video functions of the communicators. Hence why he is using one now as he politely bows his head.]

Good evening, Captain. When we last spoke you had mentioned introducing me to something you referred to as a movie. Since I presently have some time I was wondering if now would be a good opportunity for you to introduce this invention to me. I will understand if you are unable to, of course.

[He smiles and bows his head again. Gotta be polite. Always.]

My thanks for your consideration, Captain. I look forward to your response.

Re: Video

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_{[ Well, call him surprised. But pleased. He picked up his comm go answer, dressed this time in a black v-neck. ]}

I’m free if you still are. You can come to the Tourist and we can use my cabin. It’s a bit roomier. But if that’s uncomfortable for you I’m fine meeting on the Iskaulit too.

Video

[dandyofawolf]

[Now that he's no longer feral, it's time to place a call to a certain captain.]

Good evening, Captain. When you have an opportunity I would like to discuss my full moon cycles again. I have just finished my first cycle here and I recall you mentioning being able to mathematically figure out when my cycles will be to have on a calendar.

If this offer is still available then I would like to take you up on it.

My thanks whatever your answer may be.

Re: Video

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_{[ When Kirk answers, he has his glasses on, and his smile is warm and genuine. ]}

Glad to see you made it through.

And of course it's still available. I'm glad to help. Do you mind if I contact Chekov? I think it would work best if we both can ask you questions to get the numbers we need to run the math. Once I find out when he's free, we can all meet up and crunch the numbers.

Video

[dandyofawolf]

[He needs something to do right now and he needs to get his information to Kirk anyway. So why call him up? That will distract him from how restless he's feeling right now.]

Good evening, Captain. When you have a moment would it be too much trouble to talk?

Re: Video

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_{[ Kirk doesn’t look quite his usual self when he answers. His glasses are on, and he looks - well, tired was the only way to put it, his usual glow not quite so bright. He managed a soft smile for Biffy all the same. ]}

Hey, Sandalio. What do you need to speak about? Is it almost that time or did that already come and go?

Voice

[apurrstate]

Jim? It's me. Sorry I was down on the job for a bit there, I'm up now. Can I assume no fires were set?

Re: Voice

[universal_charm]

_{[ The message is unexpected, a complete surprised, but a good one. Kirk breathed in relief to see his friend up and about. The comas were always tense, wondering if the person sleeping would actual wake up, or remain in their frozen slumber. The joke gets a laugh. ]}

None that we couldn't put out. Glad to see you up, Anders. I was beginning to worry we'd have to start dusting you.

[text]

[ecclesiophobic]

How late do you stay up?

[ No 'hi, how are you, sorry I run hot and cold'. Just that question out of the blue. ]

Re: [text]

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_{[ Really, did he expect less - or more - of Kurt? Just how it was. He huffed as he replied. ]}

Late enough to be able to answer this text.

[Backdated to the afternoon of the 3rd after Veronica's arrival]

[padadin]

I need a drink.

[DUN DUN DUN]

Re: [Backdated to the afternoon of the 3rd after Veronica's arrival]

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_{[ And instantly all the red flags are up. Shiro just doesn’t ask for things like that out of the blue. Not like that. ]}

Malum in fifteen? Or do you want to come to mine?

[Voice, night of other Kirk's arrival]

[cajunspice]

[It's not much of a message, just a laugh sent to him over the com.]

You’re the worst but ILU

[universal_charm]

_{[ Have an image of his middle finger sent back you asshole, why does he love you again? ]}

[padadin]

Happy birthday, Jim.

[universal_charm]

Oh, it is my birthday isn’t it? Thanks, Shiro. But you’ll have to guess me age ;)