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universal_charm) wrote2013-04-05 08:50 pm
universal_charm) wrote2013-04-05 08:50 pm
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8th World: Ramifications [ Video / Action ]
[ video ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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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[What kind of bears are there?]
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Oh, you know, like a grizzly or a polar bear. Heck even a panda bear, though they're kind of one of the more boring bears.
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What's a polar bear?
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It's a bear that lives in the ice and snow - the biggest in the world, and all white!
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Are they bigger than egg bears?
[Sophie, dear, he just said they were the biggest in the world.]
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Uh, well... I guess that depends. What's an egg bear?
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[Geez, this guy isn't too bright.]
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Well, yeah, I guessed, but I've never heard of it before. Is it a bear where you come from?
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Where're you from?
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I'm from a planet called Earth.
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'Kay.
[What else is she supposed to say, anyway?]
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And... you're from this planet? Or some other planet?
[ God he's bad with kids, why is this a thing right now? ]
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[Which is where the rest of her Luceti family is from, but good luck figuring that out from the little she's said.]
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So... wait... you're a NATIVE resident of Luceti? Like you were born here?
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[There may or may not be more than a hint of "Duh" in her voice. Geez, adults are so slow sometimes.]
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I didn't... realize that any kids got born here. How old are you anyways?
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[She sounds more than a little proud. She's no little kid, Running Guy!]
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[ Four, huh? Four years old and been here all her life? It seemed somehow... sad. Not that she was alive, but that she was stuck in a bird cage. ]
Wow, so you're a big girl then. Who are your parents?
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Senel and Stella.
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[ He hadn't heard those names before, but he could guess what the change in tone meant. ]
Well, Sophie, since you're a big girl, I guess that means you can do big girl things, right?
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[Her mood immediately perks up (for the most part). Damn right she's a big girl. Running Guy is smart to notice it.]