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Captain's Log - Sing That Sweet Melody

Who: Jim Kirk & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Tourist at First and Later on the Iskaulit
When: Jan 4 - Kirk's 32nd Birthday

[ Video ]
_{[ The transmission has a soundtrack this time - the dulcet tones of The Beastie Boys' Sabotage. A personal favorite of his, evidenced by his head gently bobbing to the 'beats and the shouting' as Jaylah had so fondly referred to it as. Hard to believe that had been years ago now. ]}

You know, there are times that I believe that Atroma knows way, way more about us than we think it does. That the whys of ripping us out of our times and our worlds is a lot more purposeful than we might think.

This, for instance.

_{[ He goes quiet and makes a motion with his hand to indicate the beats and the shouting, or to Kirk, the classical piece playing. ]}

I got this as what I can only assume is a combination Christmas and birthday gift. It's nothing but Sabotage remixes. Which, coincidentally, is probably one of the most significant songs in my life. Crashed my first car to the song - which, not surprisingly, lead to my first misdemeanor. I would sing this at the karaoke bars in college, even a bit during Star Fleet Academy on our nights off. And this song helped save the Federation, possibly the universe - also, coincidentally, on my birthday.

_{[ He goes quiet for a minute, just seeming to listen to the song, though his eyes seem far away. ]}

Anyways, if anyone would like to borrow it or get a copy, drop me a line. I'm always happy to share the classics from my world. It really is a great song. Hopefully next time I get a full album and not just the top twenty remixes - though I question the one that uses a piano. I don't recommend that version.

_{[ A soft sigh and then quieter than before - ]}

Two years and thirty-two, huh?

_{[ End transmission. ]}

[ Action - Tourist + Iskaulit/Malum ]
_{[ His offer made, Kirk would spend a bit more on the Tourist listening to the songs, going down to the freight hangar to blast the music, and probably do a little bit of a workout while he did it. It was the sort of music that made you want to move, after all. He would stop between sets to flip through data on a pad, sometimes making notes, and then going back to his exercise with music that vibrated his bones.

Thankfully he has left the music behind when he goes to the Malum, because, well, it is his birthday, and he has a tradition on his birthday - a good solid drink. Normally he would share it with Bones, get chided about calling his mother, and then they would toast. That was it. No sense in changing the routine now, though he would have to do it without Bones. He thought about inviting Chekov, but, well, he didn't want to bother the other man.

So he could be found later at the Malum, in his reserved seat because even on his birthday he was the official honeypot, sipping something good and from the top shelf. He didn't use his birthday for anything, except a good drink and could you blame him? ]}

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_{[ He made a mock gasp. ]}

Don't you dare insult my world - of course we had the beautiful work that is Depeche Mode.

Thank goodness. If I ever end up in your universe, there'll be at least one thing I can listen to without my ears bleeding.

[Beastie Boys isn't that bad, even by Kurt's standards; its just too fun to poke at Kirk. Kurt's head tilts slightly, the muscles around his eyes shifting as he glances away.]

So, thirty-four then?

Not quite. Thirty-two.

_{[ He smirked at him. ]}

Though if thirty-four is your special number, I'll be thirty-four just for you.

'Two years and thirty-two.' [He echoed Kirk's own words back to him, snorting when Kirk turns the misunderstanding into a pick-up line.] Flattering.

Either way, strange to think that you're probably older than me. You don't look it. [And doesn't that just irk his vanity. Even though the last two years in the Fleet have gotten him back to a healthy weight and given new life to his fur, the marks of spending most of his life at war will never leave.]

Edited (I'M SORRY I'M DONE NOW) 2018-01-18 03:27 (UTC)

Ah, no, I meant I had been here two years, and this is also my thirty-second birthday.

_{[ He chuckles. ]}

Offer will still be there even when I do actually turn thirty-four.

_{[ He let out another soft laugh. ]}

Does that mean I still have a chance with you? Or should I go get some gray hairs at the temple?

Ah. My apologies. You still look younger than that.

[So did Winn, and Kurt's beginning to wonder if it's his perception that's strange, rather than their apparent youth.]

What, trying to suss out if I have a thing for older partners? [Kurt takes a breath to retort something about silver foxes, but pauses, a thoughtful expression replacing amusement.] Hm. Come to think of it..

All those good years in space, I suppose. And all the exercise.

_{[ He tilts his head, intrigued now. ]}

Oh? Maybe I should be investing in some hair dye.

Oh, and the medical advancements your world enjoys has nothing to do with that.

[And the abundance of food, though Kurt hasn't really thought of asking about the resources. He assumes there has to be a shortage somewhere; future can't be perfect.

That gets an amused snort out of him.] With that baby face? You'd look ridiculous with grey at your temples.

Please, Bones would make sure I aged just to spite me for all the gray hairs I've given him over the years.

_{[ He stroked his own cheeks. ]}

Baby face? I will have you know I am ruggedly handsome, thank you.

Bones. Is he the one who was captain of the Caprine, a while back?

[Kurt shakes his head, a smile curling his lips.]

Handsome I'll give you, but you're not nearly careworn enough to be rugged.

Yes, and he's my CMO, in my world. Chief Medical Officer, and also Chief Complainer.

_{[ But he loved the guy anyways. His best friend. He grins when he sees
Kurt's smile though. ]}

Maybe if you came and joined me for a drink and saw me up close you'd think differently.

You know it's probably your fault he complains so much? You do tend to run headlong into danger.

[Says the man who died a few months back doing just that. Kurt glances down, mulling the offer over before answering, oddly hesitant.]

I doubt anything will change that, but I'll take you up on the booze. Where should we meet?

I never said it wasn't, though there are some things that are not my fault.

_{[ He is actually surprised the other agrees. ]}

We could meet at Malum, but if you don't want to meet somewhere public you can pop into my cabin.

Name three.

[Kurt ponders the options as he stands, leaving the communicator propped up as he rummage around his room. After a moment, he calls over his shoulder:]

It's your birthday, you pick.

His fear of space, his fear of dying, his ex-wife.

_{[ Nyaaah, Kurt. He ponders for a moment and looks down at himself and
thinks about leaving and shrugs. ]}

Come to me then. I have some good stuff I should crack open anyways.

Everything's afraid of dying, until they welcome it. That one doesn't count.

[Kurt turns from something just out of view, a black shirt sleeve in one hand. He drops it as he walks back over to the comm, the view moving as he picks it up.]

I'll be there after I change. Oh, and Jim? Wasn't insulting you when I said you have a baby face. I like youthful faces on men.

[Click. Mull on that for the thirty minutes it takes him to get ready and knock on the other man's door. He's changed into a dark button up and slacks, and is empty-handed.]

But he keeps thinking of all the ways he can die, no matter how ridiculous they are, so I’m saying it does.

_{[ He does mull on that because it really is quite the surprising
revelation from one Mr. Darkholm. He didn’t want to read to much into it
though, instead fetching glasses and the good stuff as he promised. When
the knock came he was even more surprised, opening the door with a chucke.
]}

I expected you to appear on my ceiling, not at my door.

I've only been in your bedroom once, and I was sick then.

[He says that like it explains everything, even knowing Kirk probably hasn't been told about the limitations to his power. He hasn't told him, and he doubts Kitty would mention it.

When Kirk moves Kurt makes his way inside, perching on the edge of his bed from habit; so many of his friends have too little space for seating arrangements.] You know, I'm surprised you're not throwing a party. I'd have taken you for the sort to see your birthday as a celebration of your life.

_{[ Kirk makes no objection to Kurt's choice of place to stand - or sit.
His room was bigger than some given his status as the captain, but it was a
small ship, and 'bigger' didn't mean to much. He moved to uncork a bottle
and pour out a measure for Kurt in a glass, coming over to give it to him.
]}

I used to, quite a bit. I was rather known for them actually. The birthday karaoke king. More recent years and events have mellowed me, I suppose.

_{[ He sipped his own glass. ]}

Did you come to change that?

[Kurt takes the offered glass in hand, his thumb playing over the rim.]

Now that's closer to what I was picturing. Never did understand karaoke; are you supposed to try holding a tone, or is the point to sound as awful as possible?

[The question gets a snort.] Katzchen's the one who throws parties, not me. Last time I planned anything like that, it was my wedding. [His amusement fades into a thoughtful expression, a flash of wistfulness there and gone.] Did come intending to give you something, though.

The point is to have fun and not care how you sound, good or bad. Most of the time you’re drunk when you sing anyways. Get a good laugh, pretend you’re a star, then throw back some bar snacks and repeat.

_{[ He rolled his eyes at the other, but his lips were pulled into a
softly amused smile. The expression shifted to one of curiosity at that
statement, tilting his head ever so slightly. For now he files away the
married bit to ask about later. ]}

Oh? More than your delightful company?

Mm. So, are you one of the people who sound good, or do you butcher the tune beyond recognition?

[His thoughtfulness is momentarily lightened by an impish expression, his tail flicking behind him. Kurt covers it by taking a sip of his drink, humming softly in approval of the taste.] You have good taste in booze. [He tilts his head back up to meet Kirk's eyes, silent for a moment before he nods, crooking the spade of his tail in a 'come here' motion.]

I like to think I can belt it out with the best of them. But the stars will always be my true calling. Or didn’t you hear me on that musician planet awhile back?

_{[ Now his curiosity is really piqued. He hummed and came forward,
quiet close to Kurt, resting his hand on one side of Kurt’s hip on the
table. His fingers twitched, wanting to touch that tail, but refraining.
]}

I like to think I have good taste in a lot of things.

You weren't drunk then. Most men's performance suffers with drink.

[His lips twitch upward at the unintended implication, Kurt himself staying very still as Jim leaned in. For a second he wondered if the man were going to cage him, and felt a swell of relief when his other side was left open. Sweet of him.]

Oh, you have taste. [His voice was soft, rumbling in his chest as Kurt tilted his face up. His tail slid around the arm braced against the table, coiling halfway up. He starts tracing the tip of the spade over the blue veins, his free hand coming up to brush knuckles across Jim's jaw.] Question is whether it's good taste, or bad.

Oh? What is you know of men's performances while drunk?

_{[ Was he talking about karaoke? Maybe. Maybe not. As it was, he
shivered when Kurt's tail wrapped around his arm, not letting his breath
quite catch, but it was a near thing. He watched Kurt lean in, tilting his
head so his lips brushed the knuckles on his jaw. A risk, he thought. The
potential to spook the other, but one he thought worth it. He did find Kurt
fascinating. He had for awhile. When opportunity presented itself... ]}

Well, I like the color blue. Is that good taste or bad?

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