universal_charm | 8th World: Ramifications [ Video / Action ]

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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.]

[ action ]

[ 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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...Seven years bad luck.

Yeah, well, I've broken more things that deserve more bad luck, so a mirror isn't that scary.

...But it's a mirror that holds the curse. Really, you couldn't have just punched a wall like the rest of us?

[ giving him a hard time is practically the kindest thing she could do. ]

A wall is so unsatisfying.

_{[ He shrugs and sips again. He wasn't a terribly big drinker, but now and then, well, you just needed one. ]}

...That's an insult to walls, clearly.

I will apologize later, I promise.

Good. You wouldn't want to piss off any particular sturdy building structures.

Lest they come crashing down on me in dire revenge.

You know that saying? Safe as houses? Well -- I think it's a lie. Those four walls will crush you if you give them a chance.

I am taking it you have had a battle against a house before?

A few. Some more destructive than others.

Remind me to avoid your neighborhood if I ever come and visit your planet.

You and I are both earthlings, Jim. My earth is just a little bit more magical.

Still, avoiding your neighborhood. We'll meet in my neck of the woods, k?

I though you already warned me out of Iowa! Unless you're talking about 'Frisco -- [ after all, wasn't that academy thing supposed to have been there? ] In which case, I should warn you that California pretty much was my neighbourhood. Well. The south of it, at least.

You know what, let's go meet in Hawaii. Bad things don't happen in Hawaii.

Ugh. If only. Sometimes, I wish more disasters would happen in beautiful and warm places -- at least I could work on my tan while I made the world safer for everyone else.

So Hawaii it is. I'm glad we've decided this. I'll book the tickets.

That's sweet.

[ ... ] Look, Jim. It's just sad, you sitting out here all alone with your bottle. Let me go get you a fresh one and then we'll take a little stroll 'round the town. At least you won't look quite as pathetic if you're walking.

Sure your pirate captain won't mind?

_{[ But he was already getting up, looking at the empty bottle and debating if he wanted another one. He wasn't a drinker, and he didn't want to turn into one, but one more would be okay. Buffy was there. ]}

[ and once he stands, she once again realizes just how short she is. buffy reaches for his empty bottle. ]

Jack trusts me. Besides, I hate to burst your bubble but you're not even close to being the scariest of my exes to ever show up in this town.

Again, is this one of tose things I even want to know or shall I be happy in my ignorance?

Let's go with the latter. Happy's all I ever want you to be, anyway.

[ and with that cryptic wish, buffy disappears only briefly into the bar's warm and friendly interior. she'll be back in a few moments with two unopened bottles. one more of whatever jim had originally been drinking, and an easy-drinking cider for herself. ]

_{[ He watched her go with that comment and for a moment felt guilty again. Damn it, this is what he gets for liking a girl. Because, he thinks, in time he could have tried to be with her, like he apparently had been. But he wasn't going to mess up what she had with Jack either. Jack was probably better for her, in the long run.}

He took the drink she brought with a nod of thanks, but for the moment let it dangle between two fingers, the other going into a pocket as they began to stride off from the bar. ]

You know, I want you happy to Buffy.

[ she pops her cap with a flick of the thumb, catching its glittering circle once it falls. the scalloped edged metal bites into her palm. the pressure is somehow soothing and buffy takes quick, exploratory sip. even cider is a little too strong for her, and she turns her head to hide the face she pulls. ]

I am happy. At least, I know I should be happy. And that's very nearly the same thing, most days.

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