driftfleet | Captain's Log 04

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. ]}

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She was just actin' as a supplier, nothin' more than that. [Remy confirmed as he took a plate for himself, balance that and the cup as he followed.] 'nd ain't it suppose to be true loves first kiss or something? I know for a fact I ain't ya first kiss, so don't ya hold that over me.

Heh, well, good thing this isn't an actual fairy tale, or I would really doubt your intentions towards me.

_{[ He opened the door to his cabin and brought the other inside, letting it slide closed and keying the lock. No interruptions, not for awhile at least. He moves to sit at his table, motioning for Remy to sit with him. ]}

[Remy missed half a step at that comment, taking a moment to consider how serious Kirk might be with it (and maybe push back a moment of panic if he was), before brushing it aside. No reason to read too much into that. Nope. Just joking around.] Clearly I need to brush up on my kissin' skills then. [He keeping the talk light as he took the seat indicated.]

_{[ He was joking, really Remy. Of course he was. Why would he care if
you had true feelings for him, since of course neither of them wanted that?
It was foolish. Ridiculous. Just a good bit of teasing between close
friends, of course. ]}

Well they do say practice makes perfect. I suppose since I'm awake now, I would be amenable to providing remedial lessons on the subject.

Ya sayin' I ain't perfect? Ah, [A hand went to his chest, over his heart, as if he had been physically struck.] Cher, clearly ya time away has made ya memory slip 'bout the truth of me.

Well, it was was three years for me. After all that time, I think my memory might have gone a touch fuzzy, so I could do with a reminder myself.

_{[ He rolled his eyes at the other's performance, but smiled warmly
because of it too. He had missed Remy's dramatics. ]}

Yeah that's... quite a time, hard to get my head 'round it, really. [Remy mulled.] Hell, been seein' ya every other day, conscious or not. Can't 'magine the kinda of number it done on ya head.

Ya ok? [And there was a first glimpse of real concern. Past all that joking and mucking around, James was his friend and that did make Remy worry how the other man was.] I mean, three years, that ain't just a vacation. 'nd to come back here. [Hell, there were worse places to be, but still, away from home, his universe. That was a major thing.]

_{[ He smiled softly at the concern, touched by it, truly. It was
comforting to know he had people who cared about him so here, though it did
make him feel a touch guilty for going comatose, even though he had no
control of that. Even more since he was sure he had gone comatose when with
Remy. ]}

Yeah, I'm okay. Okay as anyone could be, I expect. There's still a bit of a disconnect, sometimes, with the time difference, and I've been sporting a pretty nasty headache since I woke up. But I'm sure it'll all smooth out.

_{[ He stepped in towards the other, reaching up with his thumb to
smooth the frown lines between his brow. ]}

[Remy's gaze went upwards towards where Kirk's thumb was, his furrowed brow vanishing as his actions caused a smile instead. Catching the other man's hand instead, Remy gave it a brush of a kiss before releasing it.] Can't be 'ny worse than some we've gotten from a long night of drinkin'. [It was so great to have someone to do that with, to just relax and maybe indulge a little too much because they could, and know Kirk had his back during such a binge.] It's good to have ya back.

_{[ He laughed softly, muffling the sound into Remy's neck as he let
himself lean into him. His arms moved to wrap more firmly around his chest,
hugging him tighter and fingers digging into his shirt. He had missed this,
more than he realized - the other's slightly spiced scent and the solidity
of his body. It made it easier to accept that he was here, that he was
back, and not in some strange fever dream. ]}

I missed you too, Remy.

_{[ Another sigh. ]}

Could use one of those famous massages of yours, actually. They do wonders for headaches, right?

[Oh, that was... nice to hear. Remy didn't get that often. He got 'good to have you back', or a 'how you been', but did not often hear he was missed, even with family. They were so use to him just coming and going as he pleased that it was as normal for him to be around as it was for him to vanish for a span of time.] Ahh, yeah. [His mind going blank for a moment and lingering towards a touch of panic before he shoved it away. Hey! It was ok, calm down. Even if it was being said while hugged like this... But Remy was good at pushing past such thoughts and continuing on, throwing on a smile.] I think I can manage that.

_{[ It was true though. He had missed him. At the time, those three
years, he wasn't sure if he had or not, but here, right now, with him he
was sure that he had. Questioning it would only sour the mood and give him
a new headache, so he didn't, and just flowed with the emotion of the
moment. Remy was a good friend of his, a lover - of course he would miss
the Cajun and the way it was so simple to just be himself without
expectation. That was a priceless quality in a friend. As it was, he didn't
look to deeply into that pause, or if there was a touch of awkwardness. He
understood, and it wasn't something he wanted to delve to deeply into
either. ]}

Great. Do you have time now?

_{[ He pulled away and shrugged out of his jacket and boots, moving to
lay back down on his bed, on his belly this time. ]}

For ya cher, always. [Ok, good yes, that was much easier to deal with. Shove all those other thoughts away for like, another time, or, you know, never.] Let's see what I can do for ya.

Captain's Log 04 - Waking Dreams

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