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[ Kirk's face appears in the journals, distant, cold - at least for the Captain. His head had been itching all morning, and all day yesterday, waiting, hoping it was just Spock needing alone time, but...]

Spock's been kidnapped, so, if you had anything planned with him for the next week... well, going to have to put it off. Sorry.

[ How does he know? Well, that's for him to know and you to pry out of him. But that's his message for everyone, and perhaps it's more of reassurance for himself, though he doesn't like it, not one bit. He ends his message there, though. He'd answer questions about it later, if there were any

Though how to explain to Arya what this was, and that it could happen to him or her or anyone if someone hadn't done it already. Fun.]

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[ Kirk can't abide sitting around and moping. It's not him, even though a part of him wants to. First the draft and now this? Sure he had been told it wasn't really the Malnosso's fault, but who else do you blame for this? He wished he could wrap his hands around one of their throats and squeeze and squeeze until the life was out of them, but that wouldn't accomplish much, and he'd probably get in trouble with the Fleet for it, wouldn't he?

Since his favorite option wasn't really an option, he voted for some physical exercise instead.

Sweats on, he went out for a jog around the edges of their little village and then back in through the streets. The burn kept his mind sharped and focused without letting it drift to places it should not. Like... no, no don't go there. He and Spock had talked that out and he wasn't supposed to go there. Sweat dripped down his face and neck, staining his shirt, and he kept pushing until his legs gave and he collapsed by the fountain, gasping for air between dunking his face into the water. He would worry about possible sanitation concerns later.

Later, he would find his way into the Battle Dome, calling up a simulation. He didn't want to bother any of his friends/teachers for a lesson at the moment, preferring to pummel his opponent with the private bubble of his own rage. He keyed his opponent as one of his well remembered bar thugs (and might have born a bit of a resemblance to a certain crew member on his ship with the endearing nickname of "cupcake"). Out of old habit now his arms were rising into the defense postures he'd learned from people like Steve and... and Zevran, feet shuffling into position. One breathe, another, go in for the strike....

If you didn't catch Kirk there, they'd probably find him later, sitting outside Buffy's bar with a beer in hand. He wasn't prone to drinking when upset, or at least he was trying not to be, but neither did he want to be in there, around... around people or huddled in a corner. So he sat outside in crispe air, taking slowly draughts from a brown bottle and looking up at the sky and suddenly cringing, recalling another guy's rather gut churning revelation - those stars were fake, a simulation for their benefit.

And because he felt like being petty in that singular moment, he tossed his hand up, middle finger raised in defiance. It was small, but it made him feel a little better, at least.]

[ ooc: respond to Kirk via the journal, or catch him jogging around town, at the Battle Dome, or out drinking in the evening. ]

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_{[ He watched her and came closer, settling does beside her beneath the tree. ]}

You know, that's not cute coming from a little girl. I appreciate the sentiment, but not exactly cute.

[Arya frowns, pausing again in her sharpening and looking over at him dubiously.]

Why would I want to be cute, anyway? That's never helped anyone.

You're what? Ten? Ten year olds are supposed to be cute and like lip gloss and unicorn stickers, right?

[This is a completely unimpressed face.]

I'm eleven. And most girls are stupid.

Oh that's not true at all. You're pretty smart, aren't you? Natasha is smart, and so is Buffy.

They're not girls. They're women grown. That's different.

Okay, well, I don't know that many little girls, so I guess I'll have to take your word for it.

[That'll draw a faint smile out of her.]

Trust me. Most of the ones I've met are more worried about boys and dresses than anything else in the world.

Sounds about right. Not that many adult women are too different, mind.

[She nods.] The highborn ladies back home weren't all that different.

Well, I don't know, I imagine some of them are smart and just act stupid. It sounds dangerous in your world, and women's rights are probably lacking.

[She wrinkles her nose a bit.]

Of course it's dangerous. Even without the war, there are still things like wolves and the Others. And women are supposed to let the men do all the fighting and make all the rules.

[Her eyeroll probably expresses what she thinks of that.]

_{[ He laughs at that. He likes her progressive thinking. ]}

Well, I am sure being a lady has its own perils, and not just those of finding a good husband. Politics are like that - slippery and double edged. I avoid it if I can.

You should. All they ever do is ruin things.

[She starts on her sharpening again, albeit a little over-aggressively.]

Someone told me once that everyone who plays the game of thrones gets hurt in the end, even just the common folk.

Game of thrones, huh? Guessing that means someone wants to be king.

_{[ He played with a string on his sweat shirt quietly for a moment. ]}

But they're probably right. War hurts people, even if they don't have much to gain from it or much interest in it.

[She eyerolls.] There were too many kings not too long ago. At least five at one point. Only one of them didn't want the entire kingdom, but the rest did.

[Robb's men may have done some pretty stupid things, but she knows her brother wouldn't have wanted things to go as badly as they did. She's sure all he really wanted was to go home with everyone.]

Almost the entire south had all the farmland burned and villages torn apart, all so those kings could all fight over a stupid throne. Most people didn't care who won. They hated all of them.

That's the problem though. The people at the top? They don't give a crap about those on the bottom, about the little guy that's the real seat of their power.

They'll come to regret it, later, when resentment turns to rebellion. I mean, that's how America was formed.

[She's no stranger to the rebellion concept, after half of what she's heard about what's going on in King's Landing. But she's still curious.]

What's America?

America is the country I'm from. See, it used to be a colony of Great Britain, but when the king went taxing them without their consent and a bunch of other stuff, well, the colonists weren't to happy and rebelled. They won, and became their own independent nation and became a global economic power shortly there after.

[She bites her lip thoughtfully for a moment.]

How'd they win? Back home, not enough of the smallfolk know how to fight.

Well, Britain had the bigger, better funded army. But the problem is, they didn't know America's geography very well. By luring the Britain away from the cost and into the landscape, they prevailed through guerrilla warfare. Eventually, the British couldn't take it anymore and didn't want to continue to fund a war that they couldn't even see, and parlayed for peace.

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