[ Open ] Catch-All: My Kind of Party

[universal_charm]

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!

Comments

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[cajunspice]

[Remy always found one of the best ways to make a quick buck or two at each location was to find the local gambling areas, normally the seedier the better. Sure, he could easily do it through cards, but sometimes it was fun to head to other areas too, including fighting matches. Hell, it was also fun now and then to also blow off some steam and to make sure his skills weren’t getting rusty. Though Remy did prefer to try and pick a fight he was sure he would win, much like how he gambled.

Having settled in at one of the establishments, he had gotten himself a drink before noticing there was a very familiar face currently in the ring, a sly smile crossing his face as he took a sip and waited for Kirk’s fight to wrap up. Noting which way he was heading off, Remy slid through the crowd so he could meet up with Jim as he was patching himself up between rounds. He reached out a hand to rest it against Jim’s shoulder once he was in range to and made his way to his side. It may be easier said than done since, while not totally decked out in full colors Remy was wearing a little red and purple button of The Brightbirds to show which side he was taking.]

I hope they be avoidin’ ya face, as much as I would like to kiss it better, think ya would look better without a broken nose.

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk looked up when he felt the hand on his shoulder, smiling at the sight of his lover. A scandal, to be sure, if it was found out by any of the fans. A cross-team love affair? Scandalous! Not that Kirk actually cared, since they wouldn't be here all that long, since he doubted their usual routine of staying a few weeks and then popping on to the next planet would change.

He chuckled and made a pursed-lip kissing sound at him instead, then held up a bit of bandage so Remy could help him wrap . ]</sub>

Almost got one from one of yours in that match you know.

[cajunspice]

Hey, when there is pride on the line a man will go to crazy extremes to keep it, non? [It was paired up with a chuckle as Remy took the offered bandage, moving in at the right angle so he could help with patching Jim up.]

At least I know who to put my money on now, ya better not be plannin' to take a fall... 'nd if ya do, let me know ahead of time.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He snorted, keeping still as the other bandaged him. ]}

Don't let anyone around here hear you talking like that. Then we'll both be in trouble, and I've been on a good streak.

[cajunspice]

[That joking around only made Remy's smile widen, so tempted to keep going down that line of joking, but thinking better of it with how they were surrounded. So he bit his tongue and kept helping to bandage Kirk up.] Oh yeah? I mean, I had thought 'bout jumpin' in the ring as well as gamblin', burn off some energy 'nd all.

Kinda mixed on if I wanna now. [Jim was a good fighter, fun to spar with, but at the same time Remy would hate to do any real damage to him. Nor was he sure he could put as much effort into fighting Jim as he would other opponents he didn't know.]

[universal_charm]

Oh, I think we can find a few ways to burn off some extra energy. Maybe with less of an audience.

_{[ He winked at Remy, knowing the man would appreciate the picture he painted, however subtly. He wouldn't mind getting in the ring with Remy either. He made for a good sparring partner, among other things, and thanks to several upgrades he could take a lot more than he could before. He still disliked himself for caving, in a way, but he felt like much less of a liability now and that was worth the price. ]}

[cajunspice]

Funnily 'nough, cheri, think with ya that tends to do the opposite for me. Wanna burn off, not heat up. [Yes, it was fun to play around like this, to openly joke and, well, maybe not be the most subtle, but not saying it right out.

Though,] I still may tag ya out when ya had ya fill here. Best of both options that way, don't have to worry 'bout messin' ya up, 'nd get to have some fun too.

Can play doctor for each other later. [A bit of a sly grin returning as Remy said that.]

[universal_charm]

A cross-team team up, huh? That's like to cause a scandal. But then, I think that's one of your favorite words.

_{[ He returned that sly grin, reaching up and knocking his knuckles oh so lightly against Remy's jaw. ]}

Going to kiss all my wounds better, are you?

[cajunspice]

[...You know.] I wasn't meanin' it that way but... I do like throwin' in a bit of chaos, but gotta make sure we can clear an escape to the exit if we need to, depends how seriously everyone here would take it.

[Taking a moment to seriously consider it, Remy smiled back at the brush.] I was however thinkin' of just jumpin' in once ya were done for a few rounds, then we can trade kisses afterwards. [As if that wasn't going to happen anyways.]

[universal_charm]

Well, I think both ways benefit us, it just depends on how many wounds you want to kiss better for me later and vice versa.

_{[ He turned his head as there was a call from near the small cage arena. ]}

So what's it gonna be?

[cajunspice]

[So many jokes, so little to make in public, or at all since they did seem to have an unspoken rule about jokes that were too easy to make.

Remy waved a hand, as if to motion for Jim to keep going.] Since ya in the mood, 'nd ya are a lovely sight to watch. Think 'll sit back 'nd numb up with a few drinks before I give it a go. [Honestly, he just wants to ogle you a bit more, Kirk.]