Tourist ROAD TRIP (mingle)

[takingkarabusiness]

Who: Touristas and visitors
Broadcast: as needed
Action: The Tourist!
When: The month of June

[ Get bit by the June Bug and mingle to your heart's content! ]

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OTA

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk spends most of his time around his usual haunts on the ship:

His cabin, which has an open door policy more or less, and his tri-dimensional chess board he made always out and ready to be played.

As Winn knows, Kirk loves the gym. Working out his zen since he has nowhere else to release energy reliably, and he takes to the treadmill and any weights they have.

Kirk, for the most part, does not sleep particularly well unless he has physically exhausted himself or has something with him. It was a long-standing side-effect of the past year, one he does speak of, though it's effects are clear as people can easily come across him in the unholy hours of the night and morning, usually with a cup of coffee, reading a book or going over data, sometimes listening to music, or simply watching stars go by. ]</sub>

[ closed / late night ]

[precedented]

[ It's late. Loki has gone to bed and Leto finds himself listlessly drifting from ship to ship. And then he finds himself outside Jim's door. Jim, who had been so accepting, so determined to save Leto from himself.

His heart hurts. It has never felt like this before. He had always skirted the line between love and heartbreak. ]

Re: [ closed / late night ]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk hasn't been sleeping well, so he is up late, flipping through the book he had downloaded from the network - the one Varric had written. Some sense tickled at the back of his head and he looked up towards his door, pursing his lips. He set the pad aside and stood, going to the door and sliding it open, surprised to see Leto standing outside of it. ]}

Leto.

_{[ He blinked, and the other's expression registered, his gaze softening. ]}

Come on in. What's wrong?

Re: [ closed / late night ]

[precedented]

[ He opens and closes his mouth abruptly, at a loss, wrapping his arms around himself. How to explain this? "Ah, Loki and I are in love, but he doesn't want to compromise his relationship with another, then he lost his memories and I had to rebuff him for his own sake?"

Instead he says. ] I . . . need.

Re: [ closed / late night ]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk motions him inside and shuts the door, hesitating a moment before he wrapped his arms around Leto in a gentle hug. ]}

Okay. What do you need? What can I do?

_{[ He wanted to help him, but while he was friends with Leto, the other was still something of a mystery to him, and he was unsure of what to do, touching his face gently. ]}

Re: [ closed / late night ]

[precedented]

[ He sighs, closing his eyes. Heat. Warmth. He misses Ghani intensely. She would know what to do. She would advise him.

( or she would kill Loki, but details ) ]

I don't know. I'm not -- supposed to ask for things.

Re: [ closed / late night ]

[universal_charm]

That's a bunch of bullshit, Leto.

_{[ He guided him to the bed, sitting down with him. ]}

Everyone needs help Leto, and asking for things does not make you weak.

_{[ He hates whoever put such things into Leto's head, for forcing him to no doubt suffer. He knows the wormskin has done things to him, is turning him into something, but he doesn't want Leto to believe he is alone here, that he must carry or face burdens alone. ]}

Gym (Jim, ha, I so funny)

[only_skin_deep]

[Needing something more of a challenge than her current gym work, which was mainly working with those who wanted to learn and not those already experienced in fighting, Mystique had contacted Kirk earlier in the day to let him know she would be taking up his offer to spar together.

Showing up not long after the communication, Mystique had seen herself into the depths of the ship, making a mental note of it's layout and the crew before directing herself to the gym, water bottle in hand.] Hello?

(the funniest)

[universal_charm]

_{[ He had been pleased to receive Mystique's message, and spent the morning getting their little gym prepped for a sparring match, laying down the mats and moving some other equipment out of the way. He dressed down in a pair of shorts and a tank top, hands wrapped for their match. He looked up when she appeared at the door, assuming someone else had let her in and smiled. ]}

Hey. Welcome to me little slice of home.

[only_skin_deep]

Thank you, and for the earlier offer as well. [A glance around the space to see how it was set up left Mystique happily surprised with what she saw, not aware someone would take the time to assemble such items outside of what the Iskaulit supplied. Her own dress was, well, possible not considered gym worth, her typical black combination of skirt and tank top.

Placing her water bottle to one side for now, her attention returned to him.] I've already taken the time to warm up before I headed over, but I can certain occupy myself if you need to.

[universal_charm]

_{[ The Iskaulit was nice, but sometimes you needed to work out your issues privately. So he had worked on making a nice gym for himself. He was fairly sure he was the only one who really used it too, though he was slowly getting Winn in here more. Small steps. ]}

No, that works fine. I did stretches already myself. So, you want to do this by touches or whomever cries uncle first?

[only_skin_deep]

[As tempting as the second one was...] Might be smartest to start with just touches to indicate a serious strike, since we are not sure what each other can do. [Even if she was quietly confident, but Mystique was always quietly confident, no matter who she was against. She knew her limitations, it was just a matter of finding out her opponents'.]

[universal_charm]

That works for me.

_{[ He grinned at her, showing off his own confidence where Mystique's was quiet. He didn't outright brag, but like many males he walked with his shoulders set and a certain roll to his stride. He took up a place on the matt, stretching his arms as he waited for Mystique to take her spot. ]}

Let's keep each other to the matts too. I don't fancy crashing into the extra equipment.

Night

[cajunspice]

[Not that it was overly unusual for Remy to be around Kirk late at night on either the Tourist, the Wonderduck, or drinking their way between bars on the Iskaulit, but tonight he had headed his friends way upon a request that had been sent through the coms for company. Almost a cry for help due to another visitor being on board, and Remy was highly amused at Kirk's 'distress' over it all.

Letting himself on board, Remy checked through the normal areas Kirk might be, the kitchen, gym, and his room.]

Re: Night

[universal_charm]

_{[ What can he say? He's glad Winn has a lady friend to get it on with, and he doesn't begrudge him the sex, but there is such a thing as roommate fatigue. It makes him want someone else in his bed to keep him company, and who better to call than Remy? And it wasn't distress, Remy, it was just wanting a distraction is all. Thankfully his Captain's room afforded him a good enough space to not hear all of it, but when he walked by on his self-imposed rounds and midnight wanderings... yeah. Tonight he was in his room, a cup of coca in hand and a book from the Iskaulit library. When he heard the knock he grinned and popped up to open the door. ]}

I'm almost insulted it took you this long.

Night

[cajunspice]

Somehow I think ya'll live. [And yeah, he picked up Kirk's reason for a call in his own stalking through the ship, just able to keep from grinning about it as if he was some immature kid. Eyeing up the cup of cocoa and the book however caused another sort of grin to his face, unrelated to what else was going on in the ship.] Sorry grandpa, did I 'nterrupt ya 'me' time?

[universal_charm]

_{[ He snorted and reached out to grab him by the shirt and tug him inside. ]}

Don't be jealous that I have a nice, big room all to myself. Age has its privileges, you know.

[cajunspice]

[Remy let out a laugh as he let Kirk pull him into the room, moving to close the door behind him.] Nice 'nd big, huh? [Yes, he was an immature brat at times, but Remy knew Kirk wouldn't mind his sort of humor at all.] I would hate for ya to get all lonely in here.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Oh, he knew it, and he rather liked Remy for it. He supposed it could be argued that Remy was a bad influence on him, drawing him back into his attitudes and days before Star Fleet, but he thought he struck a nice balance. As it was, he brought Remy in closer, still gripping his shirt, pressing a brief kiss to his mouth. ]}

Your concern is truly touching, Remy. One might almost call it heroic.

[winn]

[ after getting back from seeing charles on the heron, winn stomps around his room angrily for a while, muttering to himself, before realizing that this is getting him nowhere. jim asked him to come to him, to talk to him when he needs to - and maybe he should take him up on it. he was getting somewhere with charles, after all, before the man violated his private thoughts. jim wouldn't do that because jim can't do that - and apparently that's the only reassurance that matters, he can't quite trust in people to just -- not do what they promise they wouldn't.

running a hand through his hair, he takes a deep breath trying to calm himself down as much as possible - before making his way to jim's room and knocking on the door - uncharacteristically firmly. ]

Got time for a punching lesson? [ because he really needs to hit something about now. ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk had been spending time in his room that day as they glided through the stars, reading over a few books more for curiosity than anything else, toying with a piece from his 3-D chess board. He looked up at the knock, setting the piece and book aside to go to the door. He had thought everyone occupied, and he hadn't invited anyone to come over...

His surprise is clear when he sees Winn and his obvious distress, especially when he hears the request for a lesson. Considering how hard he had to try to get Winn to do exercises, his volunteering set off alarm bells, regardless of the fact they had agreed to begin self-defense lessons.

Clearly something was wrong, but maybe the punching would be a good outlet first before they walked. ]</sub>

Yeah, sure. Go change into some workout clothes. I'll meet you in the gym in five.

[winn]

[ winn nods curtly ]

See you there.

[ without further fusses - no smiles, no banter, no silly jokes - he turns back to his room to change, and then straight to the gym. he'll even be warming up just the way jim taught him when the man arrives. this is not how he expected his day to go. he was having fun with his friends, being ridiculous with cisco, forgetting - even for just a moment - the horrifying reality they live in. trying to live, and not just be trapped in his fears, just like jim told him he should.

and now, now he just wishes today never happened. ]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk changed into his own attire and went to the gym to shift the equipment around and pull the matts out to cushion the space. He left the cardio machine at an easy access space, and put out two towels and some water bottles. He left Winn to warm up while he did all of this. When he finished he went to his side of the matt, stretching slightly. ]}

All right, Winn, if you're done, get in the at-ready rest position.

_{[ The position he had taught the other first - the one that was neither offensive or defensive, but meant to be able to react to the situation no matter the necessary course of action. ]}

[winn]

[ or as it's known to winn: the one position he can get right.

he stretches out his arms quickly and joins kirk on the matt, wordlessly getting in the position. he has so many words reeling through his head, but not one of them is coherent enough to make it out yet. mostly, he's just filled with angry indignation; it's so unfair. he shouldn't have been put in this position, he was just trying to help, and now he can either subject himself to a clearly untrustworthy person again or walk around with the horrible feeling that he abandoned someone because of their powers - even though he knows that's not what happened.

and isn't his mental security more important? if he can't trust charles not to enter his mind, how can he trust him not to alter it? how can he trust he hasn't already? the very thought really makes him want to punch things.

he doesn't wait for jim's signal for a change, for instructions. he just tries to punch the way he was taught. the result is an angry, energetic swing that's extremely easy to intercept. ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ It was one of the more important things to master. It was like HOME on the keyboard - the place your body should return to, the reset. The position allowed one to react offensively or defensively as needed, and if you were unsure in a fight, it wasn't a bad position to take so you could get your bearings. It was, in many ways, the crux of learning self-defense in the first place.

He expects Winn to be off today in his performance, his emotions running high - clearly. He sees the punch coming and easily blocks, forcing Winn's arm out and wide. His own hand shot in to backhand Winn against his ribs. Kirk didn't punch at this level - smacks and taps to let the student know they had left themselves open for a hit.

He didn't press his own attack either, instead stepping back to the start position. This was all Winn. ]</sub>