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It's Party Time [ Open ]

Who: Jim Kirk & You!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Yes, Planet-side @ Alloy Lake
When: Sometime in the evening

While it wasn't broadcasted, between how many people were told and the fact it wasn't exactly a private affair on a very public beach, anyone was welcome to come to this little shindig. Kirk's feelings were mostly that they all could use a break and a chance to relax together as friends, family, teammates, or any other word you chose to assign to the relationships you had on the Fleet. It was a nice break from working in projects too. It was nice to have something to occupy yourself in a creative and useful way, but it was always a good idea to take a break and refresh the brain now and then.

Which was how he came to the idea of a party on Alloy Lake.

He scouted a scrap of land near the water to set up on - beach towels, a cooler with drinks, a mocked up grill to cook some food. He went out later in the afternoon to start with more than enough light to enjoy some swimming, though it would be dark soon enough for certain members to join without being uncomfortable. At which point, a bonfire was built. What? A lack of sunlight is never a reason to stop partying! Especially not with such good company.

_{[ ooc: It's a party on the beach! Make your own starters and have some fun! There's drinks - alcoholic and non - food, a couple of games or make your own, a bonfire later in the night with of course means some kind of smore, swimming, and more. In terms of invite, you can assume you were directly told by Kirk, or told by someone else, or the grapevine. It's open to all, so don't worry to much about it. Have fun! ]}

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_{[ He chuckled. ]}

I am a farm boy. If I didn't know how to cook a proper steak I would be a disgrace to my people. Though my real specialty is pancakes, if I'm honest.

Really?

[He never would have pegged Jim to have grown up on a farm. He didn't have Magnus' rough edges, for one, and there was just too much of the city in him. ]

Well, color me pleasantly surprised. You're still need to come over some day for breakfast or brunch, you know. Maybe I'll let you be in charge of pancakes.

_{[ Well it wasn't necessarily by choice. He got out of there as fast as he could when he turned eighteen, though he had a year or so back on it when he hadn't been sure what to do with his life. That got fixed fast enough though. ]}

Need help breaking in that waffle maker, do you?

A chef without an audience is bereft, my man.

[He sweeps some sand away from a spot on the beach and flops down onto it, leaning back on one hand, the other cradling his drink.]

So what was it like? Being a "farm boy?"

Emphasis on the boy part. In my time it's not nearly as exciting. Machines do a lot of the work, in the good years. My uncle wasn't to great at picking crops, lets say. I got real good at fixing said machines though - early education in working mechanics and programs.

But it wasn't the worst thing in the world. That far out from a major city - the view's pretty nice at night. And I think I didn't get into as much trouble as I could have if I had been in a big city.

[Was it ever exciting on a farm? Taako had spent some time on his grandfather's farm and the only need he ever really took from there was accidentally making sour cream. It was hard work, long hours, and brutal days of either hat or cold. ]

So, did you escape as soon as you could? No offense, but you don't strike me as the "happy in the country" type.

The country was fine, it was the company that I didn't much care for. But yeah. Soon as I turned eighteen and had my college entrance letters, I ran off. Even stayed long enough to get a masters. I ran even further away when after an interesting bar fight and got myself set up at Star Fleet Academy. Never really looked back since there. I spend most of the year away from Earth back home, actually.

[He could understand wanting to get away. Taako had been passed around for so long that as soon as he had any agency, he took off on his own to get away from it all. It'd made him hard, but it made him survive. Jim's life seems a lot nicer than that, all things considered, so he neglects to comment on it.]

So this space thing is old hat for you then. Maybe I should have been asking for more tips on dealing with it then.

_{[ He chuckled. ]}

Five years as a captain back home, about another two here. So yeah, old hat is a way to put it.

_{[ He glanced at him and gave a wry smile. ]}

You're pretty much doing step one - drink, have a good time, eat some good food and wait for it all to sort of settle in.

[He'd mentioned the two years here before, but five years as a captain before? It's weird to think of people traveling the stars as easily as they do the seas, but that's Taako's life now. His crazy weird ass life got even crazier and weirder.

He shrugs and nods. That's something he can do in-between the experiments. It makes for good viewing for the audience at home or wherever they are and it hopefully lets him sneak off sometimes away from the Atroma's prying eyes.]

So just chill and wait for the freak out to end, huh? Gooood to know.

I know it's not very helpful, but it's really about all I can offer you. That, and as much answers I can give to you if you still have questions.

_{[ He flipped a meat patty, considering it for a moment before nodding
and sliding it onto a plate, along with a few others. ]}

You hungry? Hopefully you're not expecting gourmet, but I try.

No, no, it's something at least.

[Not what he wanted, but it's something. It just renews his desire to punch through the fabric of this reality somehow. He just needs to find the right combination of spells, maybe get someone else to help with dimensional magic, and maybe, just maybe, he can break out. Taako's smile wavers for a half second before it comes back bright as ever.]

And I can always go for some food. I'd love to see what you're capable of whipping up.

Like I said, it's nothing fancy, but I did manage to keep myself fed and alive with said food up until now. At least it's nothing to start war over.

_{[ He rolled his eyes at that, remembering one mission in particular.
Honestly, races though that humans were foolish, but these two planets -
they really took the cake. ]}

Ever had a hamburger?

[Food is important, Jim. For some cultures more than others, but it's very important, very serious business.

But a hamburger, huh?]

I'll try anything once. Hit me with your best hamburger shot, my man.

I think that means something different to you than it does to me.

_{[ He laughed as he dressed up the hamburger - classic style, or as
close as he could get it with available ingredients, added some ships on
the side and setting it down for Taako. ]}

A 'shot' can be a measure of alcohol where I'm from. Down in one, and get you drunk pretty damn fast for - I won't say cheap, but don't have to buy a whole bottle either.

[He laughs in return.]

Hey, my man, I might be from a fantasy world, but I know what a shot is. Lup and me got absolutely wasted trading them back and forth outta two bottles of vodka awhile back.

[And it was a good night. A good weird night, sure, but anytime he's with Lup it usually turns out that way. He grabs the plate of food and checks it over. Ground beef turned into a patty, some vegetables on top, sandwiched between round bread. So a hot sandwich of some sort? Cool.]

You do shots often here?

Yup, that's definitely one way to do it. I can't remember the last time I've gotten totally wasted, as it were. Like it or not, captains are on 24/7 despite what the schedules might say.

_{[ That kind of answered the question, right? He flipped off a new patty and made up his own burger. ]}

So, no, not to often, but I can convinced here and there to toss back a few.

What's the deal? This place is about as dangerous as a kitten in a blanket so far.

[Which is a great way to jinx it, but oh well. He hasn't seen anything he couldn't handle so far and he's minus a protection fighter and a cleric. He hasn't died yet, so it's honestly so much easier than the rest of his life.]

Especially down here on this planet. The worst trouble you could probably get into is a papercut off the amount of junk they have here.

This one isn't that dangerous. But we've been attacked in drift before, and we've landed on planets that are not as kind as this one. We'll leave in a month and then it's on to the next, and god knows what we'll find there - monstrosity. Horror. Beauty. Relief. Any of these. None of these. I literally could not tell you what to expect.

[Attacked? By what? Garbage trucks in space? So far Taako is not impressed with otherworldly beings and even when he is, it's hard for him to serious anyway.]

I could do with some beauty after this place. The danger? Yeah, hard pass. Unless they're some crazy reward attached to it, Taako's good out here.

What sort of attacks though? Might change what kind of spells I keep primed for whenever we head out into the cold unforgiving void of space.

Sometimes the danger is unavoidable. None of us asked for our ships to be dragged planet side and put out of commission on a planet where cannibals lived, but that's what happened.

_{[ He gave a shrug. ]}

The last attack some ships were boarded, and others merely attacked from the outside by what I believe to be a pirate fleet. I don't think we ever really got answers from that attack - it just happened.

[Cannibals? Gross. Taako makes a face and shake his head.]

Well, that's just not right.

[And he's glad he wasn't here for that because getting eaten was not on his bucket list. No thanks.]

So space pirates and cannibals - nasty. Is there any pattern to the bad stuff coming though? Like arcs in a play or a show? You know what I mean - you get one nice thing so something bad has to come along and balance it out?

_{[ He cocked his head as he thought about that a bit. ]}

I'm not sure I could say they come at regular intervals, per say. But I personally start getting twitching after we've spent a few months of being quiet as one might say. It's nice, but I feel the longer we spend in the quiet, the bigger the storm when it comes around. Sometimes it's being attacked or finding ourselves in extremely dangerous situations. Other times it's just... disturbing. Or sad. Or both.

[Every few months... Well, that seems to be sort of like a pattern? Taako is always twitchy when it comes to possible danger, but having even a vague schedule is better than nothing.]

Sooooo...how long has it been since the quiet broke would you say?

_{[ Kirk looked at Taako. ]}

Long enough you should start feeling twitchy.

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