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driftfleet2017-10-01 02:07 pm
universal_charm) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-01 02:07 pm
video/action: open
Who: Kirk + Anyone!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, on the Tourist and Iskaulit
When: Now!
[ Video ]
[ The video opens to Kirk's bedroom, his hair damp from what one would hope is a shower. A small curl has escaped against his forehead. He doesn't look particularly grim, but he doesn't seem overjoyed to be awake either. ]
Good morning, everyone. Looks like I'm finally awake. For those who don't know me or possibly forgot I was here given how long I was alseep, I'm James Tiberius Kirk, captain of the Tourist - but just call me Jim.
According to my first mate, I've been asleep for a month. And I've missed quite a bit, as it turns out.
[ He took a breath, his voice sounding a touch guilty, even though going into a coma wasn't his choice. ]
I would appreciate a check in with everyone, especially my crew - new and old members. And if anyone wants to talk, I'm here.
[ Action - Tourist ]
[ Awake and showered, now he needed coffee. Coffee and a real meal. There had been... distractions, before now. He made his way to the kitchen to see if he could coax the coffee maker into being kind and cooperating for once, and that done he took up a spot where he could look out at the stars gliding by - and hopefully catch anyone else coming and going.
Once he had finished the coffee, he would start a walk around the ship, looking to catch anyone he hadn't already and get a feel back for her. ]
[ Action - Iskaulit ]
[ More than anything else he craved exercise. Whatever Atroma did while they were in their comas had kept off any major atrophy, but his body still felt tight and unused. It was certainly uncomfortable, to say the least, and after being told of what had happened he didn't want to be caught in anything less than prime condition.
So the Iskaulit went to avail himself of the facilities, running long laps and then switching to weights and back again. If he saw anyone he would talk, of course. He might even slide into the bar at some point. Most professionals would say that going for a drink after waking up from a coma wasn't the best idea, but considering what he had been told? He thought it a necessary medicine. ]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, on the Tourist and Iskaulit
When: Now!
[ Video ]
[ The video opens to Kirk's bedroom, his hair damp from what one would hope is a shower. A small curl has escaped against his forehead. He doesn't look particularly grim, but he doesn't seem overjoyed to be awake either. ]
Good morning, everyone. Looks like I'm finally awake. For those who don't know me or possibly forgot I was here given how long I was alseep, I'm James Tiberius Kirk, captain of the Tourist - but just call me Jim.
According to my first mate, I've been asleep for a month. And I've missed quite a bit, as it turns out.
[ He took a breath, his voice sounding a touch guilty, even though going into a coma wasn't his choice. ]
I would appreciate a check in with everyone, especially my crew - new and old members. And if anyone wants to talk, I'm here.
[ Action - Tourist ]
[ Awake and showered, now he needed coffee. Coffee and a real meal. There had been... distractions, before now. He made his way to the kitchen to see if he could coax the coffee maker into being kind and cooperating for once, and that done he took up a spot where he could look out at the stars gliding by - and hopefully catch anyone else coming and going.
Once he had finished the coffee, he would start a walk around the ship, looking to catch anyone he hadn't already and get a feel back for her. ]
[ Action - Iskaulit ]
[ More than anything else he craved exercise. Whatever Atroma did while they were in their comas had kept off any major atrophy, but his body still felt tight and unused. It was certainly uncomfortable, to say the least, and after being told of what had happened he didn't want to be caught in anything less than prime condition.
So the Iskaulit went to avail himself of the facilities, running long laps and then switching to weights and back again. If he saw anyone he would talk, of course. He might even slide into the bar at some point. Most professionals would say that going for a drink after waking up from a coma wasn't the best idea, but considering what he had been told? He thought it a necessary medicine. ]
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Whenever you need to talk about anything, you know where to find me.
[He definitely notices the tattoo and looks at it for a second before returning to the conversation. His brain provides many different ideas of what they mean, but it'd be rude to assume.]
You asked about training partners, and I interrupted that. I can join you, but the bars don't sound bad either. [He glances at the forearm again and arches an eyebrow.] Can I ask about the meaning of your tattoo?
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Oh, haha. This.
[ He brushed his thumb down the line of the numbers - perfect, like they had been printed there. Maybe they had. ]
They're Earth's galactic coordinates, in Federation standard. I got them put on after I died, as a kind of... grounding measure, I suppose.
[ He stopped walking and reached down, lifting up his shirt to show off a much larger tattoo running down his left rib cage, reading - NCC 1701, with a symbol between the two parts. ]
I got this one first though. It's my ship's designation number. It's...
[ Here he paused again, placing his palm on the dark letters, his smile both warm and wistful in the same moment. ]
It's home.
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Those are amazing choices, Jim. Subtle and meaningful. I may have to steal your ideas in the future.
[Mostly teasing, since he's so torn when it comes to the idea of a tattoo, and yet something he wants.]
And you're right... it's home.
no subject
[ He chuckled, starting to walk again. ]
I'm thinking of getting a third one put on. For the Tourist.
no subject
[Especially if he could get the rest of the team join him, too. Which now has him asking--]
Are you going to ask the Tourist crew to match you?
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[ Kirk paused as he thought about that for a moment. ]
I don't really know. I suppose I could mention it, but for me the tattoos have always been very... personal. They're like guideposts, sort of. To keep me from getting lost. Not in the physical sense mind. Just...
[ He tilted his head, looking up at the blank ceiling like he might stare out into the drifting stars beyond. ]
It's easy to lose yourself, when all the stars look the same.