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A - C Akeldama Alisha Diphda Allura Baku Ben Douglass Belthazar Carl Grimes Connor

D - F Escha Malier Eithan Paine Felix Gaeta

G - I Glenn Rhee Grievous Haggar

J - M James T. Kirk (OU) James T. Kirk (AU) Kaname Bucanneer Keith Kitty Pryde Kogarasumaru Kolivan Krolia Lance Leia Organa Leilani Lavellan Libra Loki Lordon Gesh Lup Maggie Rhee Magnus Burnsides Manji Messer Ihlefeld Mikleo Mirage Farina Jenius

(last updated: 1/21/19)

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James Tiberius Kirk

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ The room is familiar to Kirk, in more ways than one. This would be his third time making himself comfortable, though he had much longer acquaintance with the majority of the layout. It was home after all - the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Sleek and beautiful, perhaps cold to others, but warm to him. Out the front view window sat Planet Earth, that beautiful blue marble with her shimmering pearl.

The elevator doors to the right opened to let you in, and opened to let you out. Or so it seemed. It was a tube, so it didn't particularly go anywhere, at least not here. The difference between this dec and home was the space behind the chair, the oval carved out and expanded from what he knew. A holo table sat in the middle, a display from table to ceiling. Within it was a solar system, though rather unlike any existing system. It had a star at the center, of course, but there were one to many planets circling its orbit, some running along the same elliptical paths, or dancing right beside each other. It defied the laws of any universal structure, but then, it was a universe of the heart - and what laws did that obey?

Planets of every imaginable colored orbited the star - blues, greens, yellows, reds, violets, whites, orange - a myriad, and some of them multiple. They took up most of the space of the hologram, but there lived some pieces at the edges, floating in and out. An asteroid field, that somehow seemed to move in an eerie unison. A super nova, glowing bright, shadowed by a comet.

Everything within the space is accessible, touchable. Perhaps it triggers something. Perhaps not. Not all of them will be good. So choose wisely. Or go nuts. Kirk is proud to show off his home, after all, and he just has to hope it doesn't bare to much of his soul. ]

[ ooc: Pretty much anything on the bridge can trigger a memory, but there's a better chance with the pieces of the hologram, and larger items on the deck such as his chair.

Potential Warnings: Possibilities of violence, death, swearing, depression, insomnia, trauma. Others will be noted as they come up ]</sub>

[sandywolf]

[Another place, another space ship. Really Lyall is surprised at how many people seem to have been familiar with the whole concept of space travel before coming to this place. He is one of the few, it seems, who didn't make a habit of it.

Nothing feels or smells particularly threatening, but he is sort of drawn to the holograms of stars and planets. None of it looks like anything he has ever seen in books, and some of it seems to defy the laws of physics.

He goes to poke at a planet only to see his fingers go through and his eyes widen slightly at him. More unknown technology?

[universal_charm]

Guess this is your first time seeing a hologram?

_{[ Kirk turned around in his captain’s chair, dressed in his uniform of black and gold, legs crossed and hands resting on the arms, looking like a king on his throne. Did the chair turn in real life? Probably not, but dreams were funny that way. Or whatever the hell you could call these rooms. He smiled at his friend and rose, coming over to join him at the table, brushing his fingers along the cool edge as the planets continued their dance. ]}

[sandywolf]

[Well, well, look who was here. Somehow, Lyall was not surprised.]

I assume this is your ship?

And yes, it is the first time. Such things do not yet exist in my time.

[jolting]

[Victor actually recognizes this place. He's only seen it as a hologram, but he still knows it. He goes to the window first to look out over the planets and stars. After a moment of staring out, he puts on his lenses so he can more easily see the different colors.

He just walks the space, trying to remember where his James told him the crew members were stationed. Sulu, Chekov, Spock, Uhura, and of course Kirk at the captain's chair]

So which one would be me, the science or the medicine? [More to himself than anything, but he still tries to figure out what the science station even does]

[universal_charm]

Technically, you would be in the med bay.

_{[ Kirk came out from where the holo-table was, smiling at Victor and making his way over. There was no rush. Time, if it existed here, didn't really have much meaning, did it? They would have as much time as they needed. He stepped up beside Victor and reaching out, tapping the console and bringing it to life, a display of information glowing, promising all you could possibly want to know about the planet hovering in the viewing window. ]}

But if we're taking the med part out of it, you'd be here. But I wouldn't want to do that. It would make you far less interesting.

[jolting]

[He turns at Jim's voice, giving the man a smile. It's an affectionate one, if maybe not with the same type of glow that James would bring out]

I'm less interesting as a science officer? I'm a little insulted.

[worn_wings]

[ Spaceships in general are a lot less unnerving than they used to be, but immediately when Daryl finds himself here-- completely clueless as to how he found himself here-- he's on edge. Partly it's the unfamiliarity, partly it's just that-- as soon as he steps out from the lift-- it looks awful fancy.

Not quite in that weird high-tech minimal way he vaguely remembers from his brief visit to the Marsiva, but definitely a hell of a lot nicer than the little Fleet ships.

He stalks around the space, sticking toward the wall as much as possible-- though trying not to touch any of the panels or stations, anything he's liable to break-- to get a better view of the screen, a little disbelieving. It's been ages since he saw earth, and it's kind of surprising to feel a vague pang of something like homesickness at the view.

Stepping back, he leans against the console, taking in the view. ]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Damn right she is nicer than the Fleet ships. She is his pride and joy, and he will defend this lady until the death. Literally. Obsessed? Just a little. Total nerd? Absolutely. Don't diss his ship. ]}

So near and yet so far, right?

_{[ He's always been there in the room, maybe hidden back behind the holo table. Or in the chair. He's just there, because it's his room. But he's smiling at Daryl, coming to stand beside him, dressed in his uniform - black and gold, ranking stripes in place.]}

It's my favorite view, of any planet.

[cajunspice]

[In some ways it's a shame Remy doesn't seem to remember these 'dreams', or he may remember he had been to Jim's room once before. But on the other hand, it did give him the sense of awe and amazement to get to see it 'again', as if seeing it for the first time. Give him a moment, he needs it. Also, has a silly grin stuck to his face as he does.

It feels so different, but so similar at the same time. And he loves that.

Remy could spend hours just looking over everything, but that was hardly fun to do alone, much preferring the host of this place to help him. It was a bit of a guess, not totally sure who owned the space, but since he got on with all three of those who it could be, he took a gamble and called out, hoping for one in particular.] Jim?

[universal_charm]

I was wondering when you'd finally come calling.

_{[ He had been watching the other explore, enjoying the look on his face as he did so. It was a nerdy sort of smile, the sort of smile he himself wore a lot. It was endearing, seeing his lover so enamored with his ship as he was. He stepped over to his lover, slipping his arms around Remy's waist and leaning in for a kiss. ]}

What took you so long?

[oratorical]

[The bridge of the Enterprise isn't much like the bridge of any ship Leia's been on, especially not any recent ship. And as interesting as the various command stations and the elevator are, it's the holo table that catches Leia's attention.

It's not difficult to tell what it is, but naturally, it's nothing like any system she can place. None of the planets, nothing about how they're ordered, nothing about the behavior works with what she knew. Not that she expected to know the planets from the galaxies of the other passengers, but it's still a curiosity that she can't help but focus on.

She tears her attention from the hologram itself, looking down at the table for any controls that might let her zoom in or shift the view of the hologram.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He was aware of someone new coming in, someone he hadn't met before. He didn't immediately approach, letting her consider the bridge, and then the holotable. He wondered what people thought of it, this explosion his heart on the holodeck - though he didn't advertise it as that. ]}

Interested in one in particular?

[dandyofawolf]

[Biffy doesn't touch anything yet. Instead he wanders around with interest all over his face. At times he subtly sniffs the air, curious to say the least. This may look similar to things he's seen while with the Fleet but it's also somehow more advanced. No, not somehow. It definitely is.

And it fascinates him.

So of course he has to look at everything to decide what exactly he wants to touch first. Please don't mind him.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ There is certainly plenty to touch, and wherever Kirk is in the room, he's content to wait there, watching Biffy explore.

The captain's chair probably looks the most inviting of all of the places to sit, and each station did have its own, if less impressive, chair.

The most exciting bit is probably the holotable, with its universal display. Planets of all sizes and colors - cobalt blue; silver and dark, dark gray; snowy white and blue; a dusty red run through with cracks; the super nova; the asteroids; the comet. There were many more, a universe that could never be, but somehow made sense on the table. ]</sub>

[winscenario]

[ The room also happened to be very familiar to Jim. The doors opened and he sucked in a breath, stuttered, felt his head spin when he saw the very familiar sight of the Enterprise bridge. He stepped out very slowly, as though he was afraid he was the one who was dreaming, and that one false step might get him to wake up.

But everything felt so much more real. He stared dumbly at everything, fingers ghosting lines and surfaces, brushing along too fleetingly to actually trigger any memories. There were faint echoes of experiences he'd lived through himself, so he was very familiar with them.

He came to a halt by the hologram first, though. The one thing that looked different from what he remembered. With equal care he reached out and brushed his fingertips along the projection of the brilliant supernova, wondering if that would trigger any change. ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ The planets disappeared, a new image appearing, like a video recording, colored slightly by the undertones of cyan from the holotable itself.

Kirk appeared beside a short, silver haired, tan skinned elf, looking sweetly nervous and excited at the same time. It was little more than the two fo them at a restaurant, idly chatting - flirting, the first careful steps in a dance. Which ended up turning into a real dance after a time, the memory fading when they made to leave the restaurant. Some things were not meant to be shared, and even in his memories, Kirk was protective of Fenris' privacy, even if he wasn't here to care anymore.

When the memory stopped the planets returned, their orbits gliding along as if nothing at all had happened. ]</sub>

[candothat]

[The Enterprise.

Being on her bridge again was bittersweet considering what happened to the poor girl, but Pavel was pleased to see her regardless. He utterly disregarded the table that didn't belong and went straight for his place at the navigation console.]

[universal_charm]

You look good, back in your seat.

_{[ Kirk stepped down onto the bridge floor, smiling at Chekov. It felt so normal, so natural to look at him from this view, even though he knew neither of them was exactly the same as they had been the last time they saw each other like this. Years ago. In another time. Another place. Another world, maybe. ]}

How does it feel?

Re: James Tiberius Kirk

[ecclesiophobic]

And bright. One must not forget how bright this place is to a man whose particular evolutionary branch leans toward dusk being the optimal time to be awake. Night is also acceptable. This, this is pushing it.

And yet here he is, eyes squinted against light and dressed in an uniform much like his old one. More stream-lined, in fitting with his surroundings, but the main difference is the beard. In the waking world Kurt keeps his facial hair trimmed even with his fur, but he seems to find this no less normal. Or perhaps his attention is more focused on his surroundings.

He trails a hand along the railing as he makes his leisurely way toward the centerpiece of the room, comfortable as though he has every right. Its the image of Earth that gives him pause, a bittersweet smile curling his lips. "She looks so peaceful. Healthy." His tone is conversational as he hops onto the railing, his toes curling over the edge to keep balance. Somehow he knows Jim is close enough to hear, no need to shout.

Re: James Tiberius Kirk

[universal_charm]

Well goodness, be still his heart.

The beard was knew and wholly appreciated, as much as the skin-tight suit was. He wondered if it was a permanent thing, that beard, and if not, could he convince Kurt to keep it? It did all sorts of wonderful things for the man's jawline, and he could only imagine the wonderful things it could do against his skin. He was broken from his consideration of such things when Kurt spoke, chuckling a bit beneath his breath.

He came up behind the mutant, reaching down to gather the spade of his tail between his fingers, bringing it to his lips, brushing them across the tip before taking a spot beside him, leaning into the rail.

"Well, she always has to look her best. Never know when she's going to have a handsome visitor over."

[the_tailor]

[The bridge of a spaceship is no stranger to Lance. But the bridge of this one? It's gorgeous. While he definitely intends on checking everything out, there's one particular thing he wants to do first.

Strolling up to the captain's chair, he sits himself down in it.

Yeah, this feels good.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Of course he went for the chair. Kirk didn't blame him.

When Lance sits, the view screen fizzes, the view of the planet fading and a new one arising, one of Kirk and at least two others, standing on what appears to be the bridge of the Enteprise. The scene plays out, tense to say the least. Kirk certainly younger, and there is the sense that this is a pivotal moment.

When the memory ended, the view of Earth returned, starkly serene compared to the battle just seconds before. ]</sub>

[logicabounds]

[Spock knows where he is. It's refreshing since he hasn't had that sort of clarity for a good while. He'd been waiting for the Enterprise to be built and then, suddenly, had found himself on some sort of spaceship he'd never seen before. One with rooms, like this one, that seemed to be bringing him into people's mind. It's a devastating invasion of privacy and one Spock could do without the rooms, if he were so inclined. But the fact that he has no idea of the consent any of these people have to what they're showing rubs him wrong. It's all just... wrong.

But walking in here? Well. This feels drastically different. Even if it is a memory and not the real thing, it feels like coming home. He can't help but relax, walking into it.]

Fascinating...

[The system map draws his attention first. He walks over, one hand reaching out to touch at the planets in their loose orbit]

This is not a solar system I recall having visited....

[universal_charm]

_{[ He felt the tingle of someone entering his room, the faint pressure of it, like a leaf landed on water and displacing a fraction. It roused him enough to go and see whom it might be, deciding to be a touch cheeky and have a mug of coffee in his hand. Not that the caffeine did anything for him here, but the ritual of it was nice.}

_{The cup didn’t last long.}

_{The quiet hum of the bridge broken as the cup shattered at his feet, dream coffee pooling over the immaculate floor, across his boots. No. There wasn’t... how could it be? Even his brain wasn’t this cruel. Plus he had never imagined a whole other person before. In the memories yes, but not here. Walking. Talking. He had seen it in other’s rooms, but those had been like puppets. A distinct action and one purpose. Not someone with the ability to form an opinion, a thought of their own.}

_{His throat choked on the words he wanted to say, his heart twisting, waiting for the knife to slip in as he finally managed to get his tongue to untangle itself. ]}

Spock...?