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driftfleet2018-05-07 11:17 pm
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[ Open ] Catch-All: My Kind of Party
Who: Jim Kirk & You!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Yes, planet!
When: All Month Long
Turns out that they might have gotten a break this time around. Kirk is suspicious, but willing to let himself indulge while they can. When the breaks come, they should be enjoyed. He was quick to sign up with the Starstrikers, even tough the mascot was a little... meh. But hey, he wasn't here for mascots.
He was here to have some fun - and maybe take a few championship belts if he could, or some records. He would be okay with either.
a: spaceship races
Every kind of competition imaginable is available here, and that's never been more true than with the space ship races. Kirk hadn't been sure what to expect, but oh did his heart race when he saw what it really meant. Small passenger ships, meant for maybe four total crew, ranging in shape and color and size and all primed and geared to go as fast as possible through the designated course.
So much easier than trying to get the Enterprise to push past her mach limits and beat out Klingon war birds. And more fun.
He raced alone just fine, but if someone wanted to partner up in the cockpit he was for. For the observers and tag-a-longs, they would find that the captain was quite daring when it came to fitting through tight places or pulling maneuvers. Like rushing through an asteroid field and trying to edge out a lead by dodging through some tightly closing rocks...
"It'll fit! It'll fit!"
b: motorbike races
If he couldn't be racing past stars, racing motorbikes was the next best thing. It was certainly a lot more fun than the last time he had been on a motorbike. A lot less on the line, that was for sure. It took him a bit to get used to the mechanics of these machines, but once he figured it out, it wasn't to very different from back on Earth. The tracks were way more advanced, but hey, that wasn't so bad. He found the natural tracks better though, the ones that sent you racing through trees and over cliffs and dunes. He was at least relatively successful, winning more than he lost.
He was happy to have less official matches with anyone who wanted one, or take a drive just to enjoy the scenery. Just don't laugh at him in the official match suits. He only, kind of, chose these colors and it was better for the suits not to be to baggy. As proven when he crashed a few times. Even good racers have bad days, okay?
c: gambling
Everything can't be an adrenaline rush all the time, right? Or at least, not the same kind of rush. So Kirk whiles away some of the hours gambling. It's not often, but he participates now and then - usually in black jack or poker. He can't quite count cards, but he has good luck which could be just as useful when it came down to it.
He switches between tables and games at intervals when he is there, never sticking to any one thing for to long. Maybe he bumps you on the way to a new table or game, nodding his head in that direction.
"You in?"
d: hand-to-hand combat
Star Fleet might push for peace, but that didn't mean that its people didn't know how to hold their own in a fight. The universe wasn't always a very kind place, after all, and Kirk had never been a stranger to a fight or two. Usually in bars, but hey, he had been smoothed around the edges. The truth was that he liked the challenge, the unpredictability of close-up combat with another person, and it took off some of the edge. That, and he was always interested in new techniques from new cultures.
He avoided the gladiator style rings and kept to the smaller matches. The upgrades from Atroma came in handy - he could take a hit a lot better now, and give one back. He would almost call it cheating it some of his opponents didn't have an even bigger weight advantage on him. Free-for-all and round-robin styles literally meant just that, it seemed. More often than not he came out of the ring with bruises, and a cut here or there, but nothing very serious that a bandaid and a shot of whiskey couldn't fix.
And if he's fighting someone from the Fleet? Well, don't expect him to hold back.
"Hit me with your best shot."
e: smile for the camera
Kirk is used to being one of two things - the golden boy, or the pain in the neck. It tends to waver between the two, but given the number of feats he has under his belt, he's more used to the latter than the former. He seemed to have a fairly even balance here on the planet, decked in his Starstrikers jacket - all he would allow himself of the branding so long as he could manage it. He was not going to be a walking advertisement, thank you.
If someone wanted a picture, or an autograph, he would give it, though he honestly seemed a little taken aback and flustered by that. But hey, whatever the people want, right? Of course the opposite could be true. Opposing teams or just fans who didn't like he had beaten out their favorite player could get in his face, which Kirk wasn't to afraid to get back into either. Definitely Starstriker material.
So why is that he looks so confused when he gets off his phone one day, fresh coffee in hand (oh god, fresh, delicious coffee).
"When did I get an agent?"
f: wild card!
You can find Jim enjoying the other pleasures the planets have to offers besides rousing competition such as:
- a sunny day at the beach
- shopping for new clothes or books
- trying out the local foods and bars
- spectating at sports
- probably getting into bar fights somewhere
- anything you can think of!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Yes, planet!
When: All Month Long
Turns out that they might have gotten a break this time around. Kirk is suspicious, but willing to let himself indulge while they can. When the breaks come, they should be enjoyed. He was quick to sign up with the Starstrikers, even tough the mascot was a little... meh. But hey, he wasn't here for mascots.
He was here to have some fun - and maybe take a few championship belts if he could, or some records. He would be okay with either.
a: spaceship races
Every kind of competition imaginable is available here, and that's never been more true than with the space ship races. Kirk hadn't been sure what to expect, but oh did his heart race when he saw what it really meant. Small passenger ships, meant for maybe four total crew, ranging in shape and color and size and all primed and geared to go as fast as possible through the designated course.
So much easier than trying to get the Enterprise to push past her mach limits and beat out Klingon war birds. And more fun.
He raced alone just fine, but if someone wanted to partner up in the cockpit he was for. For the observers and tag-a-longs, they would find that the captain was quite daring when it came to fitting through tight places or pulling maneuvers. Like rushing through an asteroid field and trying to edge out a lead by dodging through some tightly closing rocks...
"It'll fit! It'll fit!"
b: motorbike races
If he couldn't be racing past stars, racing motorbikes was the next best thing. It was certainly a lot more fun than the last time he had been on a motorbike. A lot less on the line, that was for sure. It took him a bit to get used to the mechanics of these machines, but once he figured it out, it wasn't to very different from back on Earth. The tracks were way more advanced, but hey, that wasn't so bad. He found the natural tracks better though, the ones that sent you racing through trees and over cliffs and dunes. He was at least relatively successful, winning more than he lost.
He was happy to have less official matches with anyone who wanted one, or take a drive just to enjoy the scenery. Just don't laugh at him in the official match suits. He only, kind of, chose these colors and it was better for the suits not to be to baggy. As proven when he crashed a few times. Even good racers have bad days, okay?
c: gambling
Everything can't be an adrenaline rush all the time, right? Or at least, not the same kind of rush. So Kirk whiles away some of the hours gambling. It's not often, but he participates now and then - usually in black jack or poker. He can't quite count cards, but he has good luck which could be just as useful when it came down to it.
He switches between tables and games at intervals when he is there, never sticking to any one thing for to long. Maybe he bumps you on the way to a new table or game, nodding his head in that direction.
"You in?"
d: hand-to-hand combat
Star Fleet might push for peace, but that didn't mean that its people didn't know how to hold their own in a fight. The universe wasn't always a very kind place, after all, and Kirk had never been a stranger to a fight or two. Usually in bars, but hey, he had been smoothed around the edges. The truth was that he liked the challenge, the unpredictability of close-up combat with another person, and it took off some of the edge. That, and he was always interested in new techniques from new cultures.
He avoided the gladiator style rings and kept to the smaller matches. The upgrades from Atroma came in handy - he could take a hit a lot better now, and give one back. He would almost call it cheating it some of his opponents didn't have an even bigger weight advantage on him. Free-for-all and round-robin styles literally meant just that, it seemed. More often than not he came out of the ring with bruises, and a cut here or there, but nothing very serious that a bandaid and a shot of whiskey couldn't fix.
And if he's fighting someone from the Fleet? Well, don't expect him to hold back.
"Hit me with your best shot."
e: smile for the camera
Kirk is used to being one of two things - the golden boy, or the pain in the neck. It tends to waver between the two, but given the number of feats he has under his belt, he's more used to the latter than the former. He seemed to have a fairly even balance here on the planet, decked in his Starstrikers jacket - all he would allow himself of the branding so long as he could manage it. He was not going to be a walking advertisement, thank you.
If someone wanted a picture, or an autograph, he would give it, though he honestly seemed a little taken aback and flustered by that. But hey, whatever the people want, right? Of course the opposite could be true. Opposing teams or just fans who didn't like he had beaten out their favorite player could get in his face, which Kirk wasn't to afraid to get back into either. Definitely Starstriker material.
So why is that he looks so confused when he gets off his phone one day, fresh coffee in hand (oh god, fresh, delicious coffee).
"When did I get an agent?"
f: wild card!
You can find Jim enjoying the other pleasures the planets have to offers besides rousing competition such as:
- a sunny day at the beach
- shopping for new clothes or books
- trying out the local foods and bars
- spectating at sports
- probably getting into bar fights somewhere
- anything you can think of!
E
Jim? Is everything okay?
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Uh, yeah, I think? Do you have an agent, Shiro?
[ He knew the other had gained some popularity as well, which wasn't surprising. ]
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[By they meaning his team.]
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[ He gave a shrug, because he honestly wasn't sure. ]
For all I know, it's first come first serve and this one claimed me or something. Not sure why. I've been successful enough to be having fun, but didn't think I was popular enough to warrant an agent.
[ He still looks befuddled more than anything. ]
You want their number? Maybe they can get those photos off the market.
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[Ok, he may be teasing now. Just a little though! He also means it - that's how agents work, right? He isn't sure either.
He puts a hand up to turn down the offer.] No, thanks. I've already made a deal with Prompto to at least control the situation.
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Hmm, not sure how that makes me feel - like I'm a commodity? I guess it's nice people are that into me... sort of. I swear if anyone photoshops my face with some branding tattoo..
[ He grimmaced and then raised a brow, chuckling. ]
Maybe I should do the same. I at least know Prompto has a good eye. Maybe we should team up - Starstriker's rising stars, get 'em while their hot. Bet we'd make a killing.
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[...can they? Maybe Kirk can just ignore him.
And ok, he chuckles back.] I wouldn't mind that, we make a good team. What competitions have you been joining?
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Doesn't stop someone from acting like it anyways. These people seem.... pushy. Starstrikers like winning, after all.
[ He made a shrugging motion, because what could he do? And at the end of the day, was it really worth fighting it? ]
Motocross races, spaceship races, some of the board game style ones. I've entered in some of the combat styles, but that's mostly just so I can spar, I'm not very serious about those. What about you?
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[Says the most patient man in the world who usually tries his best not to push. As fun as this planet is, he doesn't approve of certain aspects of its attitude.]
Races and board games too, but I've also joined the arm wrestling competition and some traditional sports like beach volley. Procyon was glad to join a dog contest too. They truly have a competition for anything you can imagine.
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They really do. I was at a bar the other night and somehow ended up in a karaoke competition. Guess it's a good thing it didn't turn into a drinking one.
[ He was beat in the karaoke, but he probably would have had his ass handed to him in a drinking competition all things considered and being drunk on this planet seemed like a bad idea since when he was drunk he tended to say yes far more than he said no. Which... wasn't all that different from sober, but what little survival instinct he had was completely turned off. ]
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Probably, and I probably would have had my ass handed to me. I have the fatal flaw of not being able to resist a challenge.
[ He shrugged. What? At least he could admit a flaw, right? ]
I came fourth. Luckily they had a song I had already heard on this planet, so I wasn't going in completely blind.
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I can say no when it matters, but otherwise - why not give it a go? Live a little, as they say.
[ Which is how he sort of got into a lot of messes in his life, but hey, who's counting? ]
It's a popular enough song around here, and thankfully most people sing within a human range. Also the contestant pool was small, so...
[ A wave of his hand back and forth on how good fourth actually was, but it wasn't last, so he would take it. ]
Or are you shocked I have a talent that doesn't involve batting my eyelashes?
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[He's half serious, half teasing. Between the paladins (especially Keith), Fie, Kirk, Thor and Han, Shiro is amazed that he hasn't spent more Fleet time bailing friends out of jail than piloting and captain-ing.]
I'm not shocked, I know you're a talented man. But you have to admit that when it comes to dealing with unknown cultures, there are certain things not even the most experienced spaceman can predict.
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That's called a bar fight, Shiro.
[ Honestly, Shiro. Are you sure you're a dad? No, you probably are, but you're the serious dad and Kirk is the fun dad. Who has never had to get bailed out of jail, thank you very much. Not here anyways. ]
Oh that's for sure. Trust me, playing diplomat always comes with a few surprises. Seriously, we met these twinned planets once with pretty much the same cultures, but they were fighting a war and the cause? Literally about which part of a fruit to each first, or who got to eat which part of a fruit - since eating both parts together made it poisonous.
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[He's not, thank you. He's the older brother everyone needs! Not his fault Kirk keeps channeling his inner Jack Chris Frost Pine. "Not here", tsk tsk. Also that anecdote... what the quiznak. Shiro raises an eyebrow at Kirk - not much can surprise him these days, but that's beyond stupid.]
That doesn't make any sense. Why would they care about who eats which part?
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I don't know why they cared, but they cared. And it wasn't that anyone actually DIED in the battles, they were just shooting each other and when they 'died' they got transported to the other planet, convinced they were reincarnated and now fighting for the other side. One of the more ridiculous things to ever happen, but then again Mudd was involved, so of course it was ridiculous.
[ The way he said it indicated both that Mudd was a name and quite detested, which was something coming from Kirk. He hated few people in the universe as much as he hated Mudd. ]
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Oh yes, this was back in my universe - or my part of it. Can't quite decide which is which yet.
And I agree, it's stupid, but as a psuedo-politician I can't use that word aloud. It involved some interesting and very powerful tech that allowed instant teleport transport between planets without specially input calculations, which of course is why Mudd wanted it and was just exasperating the problem.
[ He grumbled again at the mention of Mudd. ]
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A con man! The worst kind! He’s smarmy and every word out of his mouth is covered in oil and he’s taken advantage of who knows how many people and -!
[ He clicked his teeth shut, glowering, though not at Shiro. ]
He made the whole situation worse. He always does. And no matter how many times I stop him he either slips away or even if he gets arrested he gets out of it.
He’s the kind of person I really can’t like.