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driftfleet2018-01-04 12:04 am
universal_charm) wrote in driftfleet2018-01-04 12:04 am
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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
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[ 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? ]
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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Oh, [Remy added once he was on his feet, searching in his coat pocket, having gotten his trench coat back as part of the gift giving that had been going on, and pulling something out of it. He held it in his hands for a moment, a glance to Kirk.] So, know what this may look like but... [Agh, why did he go and do this to himself? Seriously.] Just don't read too much 'nto it? Thought be something nice for ya, not... [A wave of his hand and a shake of his head.] Whatever, sure ya know what I mean.
[Then gently tossing a ring box size gift over to Kirk.] Happy birthday. [Then vanishing off to grab them some drinks.
Dieu, he was an idiot, an idiot with a big mouth.]
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[ The box gave Kirk pause, though he highly doubted Remy would pull anything like what that box might usually mean. Neither of them was at that sort of stage, he was sure. He took the box slowly, watching Remy amble towards the bar before slowly opening it up. His eyes widened at the sight of the ring, four full heart beats lapsing before he reached up to slide it out of its velvet encasing. He turned the ring over and over in his hands, caressing it, and after a few turns of that he slid it onto his finger.
When Remy came back to the table, Kirk would still be looking at it, a warm, wistful smile on his face. ]
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Taking a heavy sip from his own drink before getting it topped up, Remy headed back to their seats. No point hanging back, may as well find out how the gift was taken. And if that smile he suddenly saw was anything to go by... well, it seemed like it had gone down well.
Slipping back into his seat, Remy nudged Jim's drink over to him.]
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[ Kirk started, clearly having been lost in the ring, in the memories that it brought to the surface, sweet and bitter at the same time. He looked to the drink as if unsure why it was there for a moment, then recovered himself and huffed. Turning, he grabbed Remy's shirt and tugged him close, pressing his mouth to his lover's in hard, passionate kiss. If a drink spilled because of it, he didn't care, touching Remy's cheek with the hand now adorned by the ring. ]
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It also took that long to realize that yes, drinks was spilled, and over the leg of his pants.] Ahh, merde. [Quickly sitting back and brushing a hand over his leg to try and get rid of extra liquid that hadn't seeped into the fabric.]