Captain's Log 04 - It's a Rock Party

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Who: Jim Kirk + You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes - either on the Tourist or the Planet (this post will be functioning as a semi-overflow)
When: Nowish

[ Hello, fellow Drifters. Today you shall find one Captain Kirk, currently of the Tourist, smiling into the camera - perhaps a bit to delighted for everyone's comfort, so if you know what's good for you turn off the broadcast now. Or stick around. It's really 50/50 with him some days. He clears his throat, for a moment attempting to look serious outside his obvious delight. ]

So, first things first, some house keeping -

For those who don't know, I'm James Tiberius Kirk, Captain of the Tourist, newly minted a few weeks ago. Please just call me Jim or Kirk, though. Any problems with the Tourist or her crew can be directed to me, or if I am not available you can relay a message to my first mate - Fenris.

[ Let that sink in everyone and then think real hard about if you want to go that route ever. ]

Now, with that out of the way...

[ His face resumes its delight. ]

Since we're all sharing what little treasures we've been getting from the planet we're all on, I thought I would join in the fun.

[ He messes with something off camera, and everyone will be treated to the dulcet tones if the The Beastie Boys. Kirk is bobbing his head and every now and then either strumming an air guitar or beating on air drums.

The song ends and his grin is so very pleased with itself. ]

Words to live by, my fellow Drifters. Words to live by.

_{[ ooc: Inside this post will be a section for continuations of planet mingle threads if we have not already started one somewhere else! Feel free to add one here if I miss yours or if you would like to start one since I'll also be putting up the original starters from the mingle. ]}

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_{[ He knew about facades. How hard he tried to keep the same thing up when he came back from the dead, every time he assured Bones that nothing was wrong, that was fine, and sleeping well and of course, of course he was fine and perfectly well to lead. It had been a year, he was fine. The nightmares only came now and then. ]}

That's such a travesty. I feel honored to be the one popping your cherry, so to speak.

_{[ He looked in the direction Anders noted and smiled at the sight of the tree. It was quite lovely, and there was this sense of... well, feeling good in its presence. ]}

All right, Mr. Quest Leader, what now?

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[He raised an eyebrow to Kirk and scoffed.]

Me? Oh no, I'm not a leader. I'm not the leading type, you see, I follow here and there when it seems appropriate and when the person I'm following is easy to look at from behind.

But, as for what to do next, I believe we're supposed to hold hands, as is the custom here, and...ask for something? Make a wish? Hope for the best? Something like that.

[He offered his hand to Kirk with a teasing grin.]

Shall we?

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_{[ He looked back at him at that past part, giving a little smirk and a wink. He thinks Anders is more of a leader than he lets on, but now's not the time for arguing when they have a rather large and supposedly magical tree in front of them. How a tree was supposed to grant wishes Kirk had no idea, but he had to say he was curious to find out if it actually worked. ]}

Hold hands and wish...

_{[ He sounds doubtful, but if that's what the stories say... He slid his hand into Anders', blowing out a breath and trying to think of something he might like. He recalled Chloe's music player, thought of his own back home, the Beastie Boys blasting.}

_{That brought back memories. ]}

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[He can't blame Kirk for his uncertainty, Anders was more than comfortable with magic and it still seemed silly to him, but the rumors came from somewhere didn't they?

Anders took Kirk's hand and looked up to the massive tree. One wish...what could he wish for that a tree could possibly grant? Magic could do many things, but bring back the dead and change the future weren't part of those things. But it could bring things to people. It could move things around.

What if it wasn't even a something but a someone?

As his thoughts drift to something warm and fuzzy and orange, the memory of that dark and rainy morning ran through his mind. The air stank of dead soldiers and darkspawn and here came Riona Cousland with a smile on her face and a kitten in her hands. He'd cooed and gushed and she'd suggested he keep the kitten. Anders had been so unsure, but couldn't resist saying yes.

Later that day, he'd gotten a chance to clean up the stray and feed him and cuddle him close and that small warm body purring in his ear had brought him more comfort and peace and joy than anything else had in over a year.

Cats meant comfort and company and a safety from ripping loneliness and desperate fear. Ser-Pounce-A-Lot was exactly who he needed right now when things seemed so uncertain.

And in what was almost a spark through their joined hands, suddenly it was wind in his face and music blasting in his ears and a grip of fear but also a freedom so rarely grasped. A long open road and adrenaline rushing through every vein in his body.

It left him breathless and his hand squeezed tighter through the strange visions and emotions that weren't his own and yet felt almost as though they were at the same time.]

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<sub>[ He can feel the thoughts, honestly expected them after having been on this planet long enough to know what happens with prolonged contact. He can feel the warmth of the cat through Ander's memories, the feeling making him smile a bit even if he wasn't necessarily a cat person.

He felt how much comfort that cat had given him, easing the lonely ache, filling some of the void. His fingers tightened on Anders', his own heart aching at that feeling, hating that Anders had ever had to feel that, maybe still felt that. He felt the moment Anders squeezed his own hand back, could feel his own memories and he knew which one - his first act of rude behavior. ]</sub>

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