driftfleet | And Let Us Gather 'Round [ Video + Action ]

Who: Kirk and The Fine People of the Fleet
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit, Specifically at the Melting Pot - Note: After the Broadcast
When: After they start heading away from the system

Video
_{[ Kirk appears on the screen, and probably like many people he looks tired and a bit beaten up. Scratches not yet healed on his face, one even covered with a bandage on his cheek, that sort of drawn look around his eyes after all the sleepless nights and the battles and general horridness. A little to pale, perhaps.

Even so, he gives as warm a smile as he can as he begins to speak. ]}

For those of you who might not know, I come from a world called Earth - or at least, one of the versions represented here. On my world, in the country I hail from, we celebrate something known as Thanksgiving roughly around this time of year if I've done my calculations correct. Some people call it Friendsgiving, but it's all the same really.

Essentially, it's a time to a give thanks for the good things in your life, your friends, and your family. In the spirit of that, I've arranged for a gathering at the Melting Pot - a thank you to Jarvis for that. Everyone who wishes to come is welcome.

I just thought we all could use a day, a place, to be together and to just enjoy each other. So I hope to see you there.

Action: The Melting Pot
_{[ The restaurant is set up to allow as much mingling as possible when people arrive - places to sit, of course, but there's gentle music playing for those who might want to dance and just to give some atmosphere (but not loud enough to stop conversation at all). Food and drink is laid out - things to nibble on rather than the usual feasts associated with a Thanksgiving. Not particularly ideal, but it's what could be managed. Unless, of course, anyone decided to bring something else to add to the spread.

Not a fancy party, to be sure, but it's warm and inviting, which is what Kirk had hoped for. A place for them all to come together and enjoy each other and just be glad they were all there and if not quite completely whole, then, well, able to be there. ]}

_{[ooc: Open mingle! Feel free to create your own starters and do as you like - tis a warm Friendsgiving party for the Fleet! ]}

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Vice Admiral, stationed at York Town.

_{[ He hadn't actually admitted that to anyone, not even to Bones or to
Spock. He had only talked it over with the Admiral herself, in a private
meeting, and it had been a moot point after Atlamid, when he had realized
that sitting behind a desk would have killed his soul much faster than the
dull moments of his current mission. ]}

Vice admiral. You would have skipped several ranks again.

[He sounded impressed rather than jealous. Kirk's advancement to captain had been... nontraditional, and maybe even unfair depending on who was asked, but Chekov doesn't begrudge him that. He poked him in the chest and tried to sound stern.]

It's good that you chose not to accept. I intend to be the youngest admiral in Starfleet history and cannot have you setting the record so low.

_{[ It was mostly thanks to what he had done in that time - taking down
Khan and Marcus, their numerous exploits. He had more experience than most
vice-admirals, and the popularity too. While much of the higher brass was
still somewhat against him, or at least not always pleased with his
particular methods, they couldn't argue for his results. He laughed at that
declaration. ]}

Oh? Well, then, that promotion I promised you is all the more important!

You realize that if you keep promoting me, I will eventually need to find a new crew. [This struck him as a rather tragic thought.] Success can be a sad thing.

Hmm, it can be. But - I’m proud of it too. If you started under me and then got your own ship one day if you wanted it? I would be proud. Not that I’m not proud of you now, but it’s that chicks having to leave the nest mentality.

You’re young and brilliant Chekov. I can’t keep you forever, not when you have a lot more to offer.

[Aw, that warranted another hug. What a good dad.]

It means a great deal to me that you think that and that you are proud. Here, in these universes, I never feel that I am brilliant or doing anything that anyone might be proud of.

_{[ He tries, he tries. ]}

What are you talking about? You do a lot that is brilliant and worthy of being proud of. You've been tracking stars. You make people smile. You've made friends, you've grown. I would say that's more than enough.

[It wasn't enough--Pavel usually felt that significant things were missing or that he was falling far short of all expectations--but it was plenty at the moment. He was tipsy, easily pleased, and quite happy to know that Jim thought he was still doing something worthwhile. Hopefully he'd remember at least some of the praise in a future sober state.]

All of these accomplishments! You should promote me directly to commander. Captain, even, and then you can be admiral of this fleet. None of the titles will matter, but they will sound impressive when we introduce ourselves.

Hah, that might not be such a bad idea. So long as I'm an admiral that can still fly, I wouldn't mind. You sure you're ready for the chair, though? It's pretty conditioned to me, after all.

_{[ Such a classy joke about his butt imprint upon that chair, don't you agree, tipsy Chekov? ]}

If you are the only admiral in a fleet, you get to decide what the position entails. Those are the rules, I didn't make them.

[That was about ten times funnier than it would be if he was sober. Kirk got an actual guffaw instead of the usual polite 'heh.']

I could never hope to fill your chair. I will bring my own.

Ah, are they? I will have to remember them, then, when I get my own promotion. You can bet I'll be flying.

_{[ He grinned, glad for the reaction from the normally rather reserved
Chekov. He laughed at the response, ruffling his curls. ]}

Just make sure it doesn't clash with the decor, yeah? And maybe one with cup holders. I always regretted that about my chair.

I will remind you. As the second senior-most Starfleet officer in this universe, it is my duty to help you remember such important things.

[Russian stoicism can only survive so many drinks. He doesn't so much as pretend to be offended by the curl-ruffling.]

Of course it will be both tasteful and sensible. Cup holders, footstool... maybe a heater. Why tolerate a cold chair?

A cold chair is the worst, but I find it helps keep you awake though. You can't be falling asleep in your chair - you aren't quite that old just yet.

Not quite? How old do you think I am, Captain Jim?

Hard to say. Don't you Russians age well?

Yes, of course, particularly when we Russians occasionally time travel between universes.

...Not that this is something that most Russians to often, probably.

Who knows? Russians are full of surprises, as I've come to understand.

I didn't realize that you have known enough Russians to make such generalizations.

[Snarkier when drunk.]

I am still full of mysteries, my young captain-to-be.

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