And This One Was Just Right!

[universal_charm]

Who: Jim Kirk + You!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the planets
When: Through Feb (until something happens >.>)

[ video ]
So if anyone would like to join me, I'm going to take one of the shuttles and do a small spin around the binary stars and get a look at them. Nothing dangerous, but a binary star system with three habitable worlds - admittedly two of them with narrow zones, but still - is incredibly rare and I want to take this opportunity to get as much data as we can.

So yeah, I'll be going out periodically, and I would love company, if anyone wants to come along. You will have to put up with me dropping into a lot of science geekery. And that's a warning, not an apology.

[ Duotera ]
<sub>[ As much as he does like his city life, he finds himself more attracted to the hiking options. It makes him glad he's kept his Star Fleet boots these past few years made for just the purpose. He would go out early in the morning and often not return until late in the evening, but he never went to very far, unless he had a partner. Number one rule of hiking after all - buddy system.

At night he liked to peruse the bars and even partake in some of the gambling opportunities. He usually didn't indulge, but he couldn't resist the thrill of a good card game now and then and the chance to laugh it up over drinks, make new friends. And walk away with a few more credits. Failing that, he loved a good night club. Dancing and the beat? A wonderful way to let loose, and if he recognized you, he most definitely might be pulling you in for a dance.

Naturally he wound his way towards the Crafter's Hall. He himself didn't have a hand or eye for this type of thing, but he could appreciate those who did, and he thought it might be nice to pick up some items to take back to the ships, liven them up. He always did have a fondness for abstract or natural looking pieces, pieces with motion to them. He could be found admiring pieces, and at several points walking out with packages in his arms. ]</sub>

[ Philias ]
<sub>[ What else is there really to do on Philias but swim and work on your tan? Well, Kirk didn't really need the tan or want one - he could practically hear Bones in his head yelling at him about radiation and skin cancer. But with the security of plenty of sunscreen and the confidence once can only have in tiny blue boxer-brief style swim shorts, Kirk takes to the beaches.

He can be found sunning himself and reading from a tablet, sometimes making notations. Other times he's simply watching the oceans, sipping one of the local drinks, and when he needed to burn off the calories he rose to go play in the surf.

And, yes, he's really trying not to look to hard at the Nunnilis in swim suits. ]</sub>

Locked to Fenris
<sub>[ Someone has been following him. That much he knows. Ever since he left a shop earlier that day,
he could feel someone at his back. He never quite saw them, but he could feel them. With as long as he had spent out in space, discovering new things and more than once being hunted, he knew what it felt like. Gave him the damn creeps.

He licked his lips and kept on like nothing was wrong, going about his originally planned day before suddenly cutting through the streets, moving at random to try and confuse whomever was following him,
looking for some way to go up or possibly down. His heart hammered and he really wished he had brought a weapon with him as he continued along his path, finally seeing a set of stairs leading up a building and quickly making for them, hoping his follower wouldn't think to look up. ]</sub>

Comments

[cajunspice]

Well I do hope ya got some brilliant ideas, since I won't get a chance to use m' hands to get where they ain't suppose to be with pickin' their pockets. [Oh, flirting with Jim was always so much fun. The man was so easily able to throw it back at him and never backed down from what Remy had to say, even if it was silly.]

Talkin' of better times, I mostly remember this bein' pretty good last time we had it, [Picking up a slightly square and subtly red colored bottle he had grabbed,] 'nd thought that one, [Pointing to the other bottle, something tall, thin, and filled with clear liquid that seemed to be bubbling despite having nothing in the bottle to make it do so.] Could be fun. No clue what it be, just made sure it was safe for humans to actually drink.

[universal_charm]

Oh, don't worry. I can think of quite a few activities for your fingers to work on that will scratch that itch of yours.

_{[ He grinned lasciviously at his lover, moving his hand down to thread with said fingers, playing with them idly while he reached for one of the glasses. He took the one he knew first, swirling it in the glass and sipping, savoring the taste and smiling fondly at the memories it drew up. ]}

So far, so good. Maybe you do have good taste in things other than your bed partners.

[cajunspice]

Ha! [Remy let out a bark of a laugh that was joined with a shake of his head, giving Jim's fingers a bit of a squeeze as he did.] When ya say that, be that a compliment to me or ya? [Amused by his choice of wording but not denying it at all.

Reaching for his own glass of the drink they knew, Remy took a sip.] Did ya have plans for the rest of the night, or just seein' where it took ya?

[universal_charm]

I'm rather hoping I have plans now.

_{[ He lay his head on Remy's shoulder, twining their fingers in their laps. It was oddly sentimental of him, he knew, but in the past months he had come to realize that Remy meant more to him than he liked to admit. That Cajun charm, the red hair, his smile, the way it felt when they bed together. He could never voice any of it aloud, but with the buzz of alcohol and the adrenaline of a bit of gambling, he was looser, more able to show if not say in some small way. ]}

[cajunspice]

[There was a happy hum that got loose from Remy's throat as he turned to press a kiss against Jim's head.] Oh yeah? Should I get out of here before said plans show up? [Grinning at his own silly joke.]

Well, how 'bout this; a few more drinks, a bit of dancin', then we can see where the night takes us, hein?

[universal_charm]

Oh, dancing? Promise not to step on my feet?

_{[ He lifted his head up, taking another swig of his drink and leaned in, taking a saucier sort of kiss. ]}

Because if you do, I'll make you carry me to the room.

[cajunspice]

Cher, [There was a real purr to that word, letting it roll out of his throat.] If ya want me to throw ya over m' shoulder, all ya gotta do is ask, don't need to risk life 'nd limb for it. [A bright and wide grin crossing his face before leaning in to catch his lips again.]