driftfleet | [ Video + Action ] We Are Not Amused

Who: Jim Kirk + You!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, in the shopping areas
When: Today

[ Video ]

_{[ The picture that comes up is that of one Captain Kirk, his lips drawn into a meld of thin line and irritated purse. It is a rare expression for him, but in this case it is well deserved. He's sitting in his room, on his bed, the wall behind him, and a slug perched on his shoulder. He needed the soothing influence. ]}

I don't know which if your sponsors -

_{[ He inserted air quotes here ]}

Thought to send this particular care package, but it's not nearly as tactful, funny, or even comforting as you might think it is.

_{[ He held up a letterman style jacket, which seemed innocent from the front in its black and white coloring. But then he turned it to the back, where proud letters were emblazoned -

I DIED AND I SURVIVED ]}

I got a whole box of them. If you want one, I guess... come and get one? Though really if you want me to burn them, I'm happy to do that too. Take some marshmallows to them as well, because why not at this point?

[ Action - Bazaar/Shops ]

_{[ Kirk had taken some of the jackets from the box and brought them here. Even though he had made an offer to burn them, he thought they might be more useful if they could traded for credit or some sort. The leather and construction on the jackets was nice and sturdy. Surely the people out here could appreciate that and pay a pretty penny for it, even if the back was... unpleasant.

He could be seen trying to barter the jackets for some supplies, mostly food to round out the goo, sometimes some things to keep them occupied like new games he found, or even just some new clothes to freshen things up. But he seemed to be having similar conversations at every stall - ]}

What kind of bad luck you trying to bring around here? Ain't no way in hell I'm trading for that!

_{[ And other variations, often with less than viewer friendly wording. Definitely not a hit. ]}

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Might have a better chance at it if you took the lettering off.

[Says the man perched on the back of an empty chair, his tail curled around it to steady himself. One of the merchants at a stall to the side is unabashedly staring at him; Kurt doesn't seem to notice.]

_{[ He turned to see Kurt, and a soft smile crossed his features, mood lifted despite the frustration. He grabbed the jacket off the stall and meandered over to the blue mutant. ]}

I would if I didn't think I'd ruin the rest of it in the process. I'm no tailor.

[That smile was.. interesting. Kurt found himself wanting to relax in the face of it, and needing to remind himself that Jim was a very charismatic man. The other man's statement about not being a tailor helps, Kurt's brows drawing together.]

I'm not very familiar with those jackets, but aren't the letters just stitched on? [He held out a hand for the one Kirk was carrying.]

_{[ Kirk held out the jacket as requested, the material thick and heavy. It would be good for colder climes, for sure. His fingers brushed Kurt's as he gave it over. ]}

They're stitched into the fabric, like I said. Just tearing them off could risk tearing bigger holes in the fabric.

[Kurt simply stares up at Jim; though he notices the brush of fingers, his expression only reflects mild exasperation and disbelief.]

Does the thirty-fourth century not have seam rippers anymore?

What makes you think I grew up in a house that knew anything about seam-rippers?

_{[ He raised his own brow at Kurt this time. ]}

Or that I would know what that is?

[Kurt's eyebrow raise, his eyes widening at the implication that Jim Kirk, a grown man with what sounded like a successful career back home, doesn't know the first thing about sewing.]

Gott im Himmel, [He mutters, shaking his head before continuing.] Jim, I'm sorry. Never occurred to me that you might not have had a chance to learn how to sew. I didn't mean to.. offend. [He takes in a breath and answers, in a more matter of fact manner.] A seam ripper is exactly what it sounds; small metal tool with a sort of J shaped hook at the end and a blade in the curve. You work the longer end of the hook under a stitch and cut it with the blade.

_{[ Why would he need to? He could patch things here and there with basic stitches, but he was no seamstress, and certainly couldn't MAKE clothes, just extend their lives a bit.

His brows went up further for a moment and then he huffed in a short laugh. ]}

I'm not mad, Kurt, you don't need to apologize. Most people in my era don't know how to sew. I learned how to patch things up here and there, but I couldn't make a full outfit if I tried. But that does sound like a useful tool.

If you have one, you could show me?

[ Despite Jim's assurances, Kurt's expression doesn't lighten. His tail twitches around the chair, an irritated gesture that shifts it minutely. ]

I know better than to assume; after all, you come from a land of plenty--insomuch as material belongings go. [ He amends quickly, remembering the towheaded boy with a chip on his shoulder. ] Why would you need to know how to cobble something together from old? [ He's a little jealous, some of which might show through in his wry tone, though he does chuckle at a thought. ] My old outfit would probably give you a fit.

[ Kurt presses his lips together, reluctantly shaking his head. ] I don't have one here, but I do have small scissors. I could show you how to use those?

_{[ He raised a brow at that assumption. ]}

I suppose you'll need to define plenty. I didn't grow up rich, or even very middle class all things considered. Maybe just shy of it.

_{[ No one was truly "poor" in his time - you could see your essentials
- but extra income was something else entirely. ]}

Save the fantasies for later, tutorial now.

Indoor plumbing. [ The answer comes quickly; after spending so much of his adult life with only sporadic access, he'd dug his heels in on the subject when building the house he and Linda had lived in. It had flooded twice before he finally got the hang of laying pipe, and he'd had to beg Bobby to help him defrost them three times one winter, but it was worth it not to have to heat snow in the middle of December. ] Fresh fruits and vegetables. Place to live that keeps out the elements and doesn't belong to anyone but you. Sturdy clothes cut to flatter you.

And a garden of sunflower and nightshade. [ The last sentence is muttered, a far-away smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as though there was nothing depressing at all about his bar for plenty being set so low. Kurt clears his throat a moment later, chasing the expression and tone away. As his tail unfurls to slide into one of his pockets, Kurt stretches his legs out, feet coming to rest on the seat and his rear on the back of the chair. ] Be warned, some of the finger work will be different for you. You have more and they're smaller.

_{[ Kirk caught it, watching the way his lips curled ever so slightly.
It was a sweet thing on the usually harsh man's face, and he resisted the
urge to reach out and brush his thumb across it. Kurt let him take quite a
few liberties, but he didn't think he would appreciate them in public like
this. He nonetheless moved closer to the blue mutant to watch him work.
]}

My fingers are nimble - I'm sure I can follow along. And I'm open to learning new skills.

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