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Captain's Log 04 - Waking Dreams
Who: Jim Kirk & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, on the Tourist
When: Now (that is, Friday)
[ It's a strange feeling, waking up and staring at a ceiling that he instinctively knows is on a ship. He hasn't looked at one of those in awhile, mostly because his ship was still being built. He had been able to tour some parts of her, but she was far from complete, and certainly nowhere near ready for him to move into. So why? Why was there something familiar about this ceiling? He had seen it before, he was sure, nagging at the back of his mind -
The Fleet.
It struck him like a slap, making him gasp, and he sat up sharply, looking down at himself, wrapped in his survival suit of all things. He touched the raised silver crest of Star Fleet, trying to wrap his mind around the notion he was back on the Tourist. How long had it been? Almost three years? He had just celebrated his birthday, so, yes, three years...
Looking around he located the communicator, flipping it open, remembering the motions easily enough as he keyed up the video and looked in. It's to late by the time he realizes that he has a crown settled into his somewhat fluffier hair and a bright red lipstick mark on his cheek. Who-? Well, whatever, everyone will just get to see him attempt to rub the lipstick off as he speaks, crown, for the moment, remaining where it was. ]
Uh - hello everyone. I'm not sure how much time as passed here, so I suppose I should start with introductions. My name is Captain James Tiberius Kirk, U.S.S. Enterprise, though feel free to call me Jim. I was here once before, but I suppose at some point I got sent home.
It's been three years for me. So, if possible, I wouldn't mind a roll call of who all is here - and exactly how much time has passed for you all.
Kirk, out.
[ He turns off the communicator and gets up slowly, stretching, making his way for the kitchen and wondering if that cantankerous coffee machine was still here and functioning, and if it had been tamed. He hoped so. He desperately needed coffee. Maybe something more too. Yes, definitely something more.
Irish coffee it was Or as close as he could get it. ]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, on the Tourist
When: Now (that is, Friday)
[ It's a strange feeling, waking up and staring at a ceiling that he instinctively knows is on a ship. He hasn't looked at one of those in awhile, mostly because his ship was still being built. He had been able to tour some parts of her, but she was far from complete, and certainly nowhere near ready for him to move into. So why? Why was there something familiar about this ceiling? He had seen it before, he was sure, nagging at the back of his mind -
The Fleet.
It struck him like a slap, making him gasp, and he sat up sharply, looking down at himself, wrapped in his survival suit of all things. He touched the raised silver crest of Star Fleet, trying to wrap his mind around the notion he was back on the Tourist. How long had it been? Almost three years? He had just celebrated his birthday, so, yes, three years...
Looking around he located the communicator, flipping it open, remembering the motions easily enough as he keyed up the video and looked in. It's to late by the time he realizes that he has a crown settled into his somewhat fluffier hair and a bright red lipstick mark on his cheek. Who-? Well, whatever, everyone will just get to see him attempt to rub the lipstick off as he speaks, crown, for the moment, remaining where it was. ]
Uh - hello everyone. I'm not sure how much time as passed here, so I suppose I should start with introductions. My name is Captain James Tiberius Kirk, U.S.S. Enterprise, though feel free to call me Jim. I was here once before, but I suppose at some point I got sent home.
It's been three years for me. So, if possible, I wouldn't mind a roll call of who all is here - and exactly how much time has passed for you all.
Kirk, out.
[ He turns off the communicator and gets up slowly, stretching, making his way for the kitchen and wondering if that cantankerous coffee machine was still here and functioning, and if it had been tamed. He hoped so. He desperately needed coffee. Maybe something more too. Yes, definitely something more.
Irish coffee it was Or as close as he could get it. ]
Re: video;
I'll be right over.
[ And he is, to his credit. Leto often shies away, afraid to be too important or too necessary to someone's life. He knocks on the door lightly, rapping his knuckles. ]
Re: video;
Come in.
[ He was still in his survival suit, but he had coffee now, and he had been going through the comm to check on updates from the last two weeks in this universe. ]
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No time to change?
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More like I haven't wanted to as of yet.
[ He grinned. ]
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It looks good on you. Blue is a nice colour.
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[ He watches him, humming, reaching out to wrap an arm around the other. ]
Oh? And here I thought you preferred me in yellow.
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I can have many preferences.
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Any other colors you like on me I should be aware of?
[ He turned his head, nipping at the pad of Leto's thumb. ]
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A couple. They sell some colourful body paints at Lavandula, if you're interested.
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[ He raised a brow, moving to nibble along the length of his thumb, down to the fleshy part of his hand, to his wrist. ]
Have a design in mind for me, do you?
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I can be artistic when I choose to be.
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[ He hummed, kissing his palm. ]
Well, I was looking for a way to limber up.
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[ He tilts Jim's chin up, kissing him lightly. ]
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[ It had been three years since he had kissed Leto, and yet it felt like not so long at all too. He sighed, pressing into the other's lips. ]
Hmm, think we should work on getting that paint first.
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[ Sometimes, reading the future is helpful. ]
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[ He raised a brow and laughed gently. ]
Go on then.
[ He motioned to the door, shrugging out of his jacket. ]
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Hmm, before we start, can I ask you something?
[ He worked at his belt, dropping it down to his boots and shirt. ]
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You may.
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[ Kirk came up behind him, brushing his fingers down Leto's back. ]
I suppose it's more of a favor, really. Or maybe a request.
I know you can't turn it off, but try not to think on the futures you see for the time being. I want to get in a few surprises for you.
[ He bent his head, kissing the nape of Leto's neck. ]
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I shall do my best.
[ He dips two fingers into the liquid. ]
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Good.
[ He hummed, giving him a bio before stepping back and stripping off his underwear. He gave a stretch and put his hands on his hips. ]
Your canvas is ready.
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[ But Leto grins, as he moves, straddling Jim's waist. ] Blue is a fascinating colour to me. Sometimes I wonder if our eyes are spice-blue because of our longing for water.
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[ His fingers slid along Leto's thighs, tracing the sharp angle of his hips. ]
That would be an interesting theory - our eyes changing color based on the things we long for. I wonder why mine would be blue then.
[ He leaned forward and took a peck from Leto's lips. ]
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[ He paints circles, finger-like touches elicited to tease and shiver. ]
Sky-blue.
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