driftfleet | tourist mingle (visitors welcome)

a: rooms
_{[ It feels good to be back in his room, back on his bed, cuddling his little slugs, and with his personal stash of whisky at hand. He wasn't one for to much drinking, as a rule, but this sort of thing required it. He would happily share with anyone that wanted some, of course. It's easier to look over his notes in his room, with his slugs to help calm him (thankfully happy and healthy despite the absence).

When he's not going over the journals, he takes to working on his varied little mechanical projects, abandoned for a month. His little array of stays to shine on his ceiling when he wanted a familiar sight, or playing on his tri-dimensional chess set. Or heck, even napping. There really is no place like home. ]}

b: working out
_{[ The tourist had been silent to long, especially in the dead of night. Because that was when Kirk liked to work out in the storage hold. Three years here, and his sleeping problems had never really been solved, and his mind never seemed to be able to quiet itself.

So he worked out in the bowels of the ship, running from end to end even in the limited space, push ups, shadow boxing, anything to work up a sweat and make his muscles burn. He tried to be quiet about it. So sorry if he wakes you. Or, if you're already awake, come and join him. He never minds company. ]}

c: the kitchens / views
_{[ There are times where he can be found trying to coax a cup of coffee from the ornery coffee maker because having a fully functional one is really just to much to ask. Which of course creates what some might see as an amusing tableau of a Star Fleet captain glaring at a piece of machinery and vaguely threatening it or begging it for the stuff of life.

Eventually, he manages to get what he's after - either from the machine or giving up and taking on juice instead - and curls up near one of the windows of the Tourist to look out at the stars. Sometimes he can be heard humming to himself, one of the classic songs that he loves so much.

Or, if you're lucky, it's one of those mornings he has decided to take charge of the kitchen and that makes it PANCAKE DAY! Rise and shine crew - as much as one can shine in space. ]}

[Seriously, Jim, leaving him in the middle of the night in your bed? Remy might take that as a little insulting if he didn't know you better. Or knew where to find him. As it was, Jim would notice at some point Remy leaning against the door frame of the storage hold, still looking a little out of it from waking up, having not bothered to fix his hair from how he slept with it, but at least throwing on a pair of sweatpants before walking through the ship.

He also hadn't been in the best of moods the last couple of days since getting back to their ships and the whole thing about firing on the Marsiva, and Jim was a wonderful distraction to not have to think about anything too serious. Or, well, maybe a little serious, that leather bracelet that was a copy of Jim's hanging around Remy's wrist, wearing it even in sleep.]

Was I really not 'nough exercise for ya? [He may look a little annoyed at waking up, but his tone was warm at least, even if a little hushed for the time of night it was.]

_{[ He knew Remy had been standing there for awhile, but he had kept up
with his workout until Remy spoke. He hadn't meant to wake him, to give him
reason to miss him from their bed. He had just wanted to work out some, dry
off, and come back to curl against Remy, when his mind was quieter. He
wiped at his shoulders, neck, and hair, making his way over to Remy. When
he reached him, he leaned forward, nestling his head into Remy's shoulder,
arms slipping around him. ]}

Just thinking about to much.

[Following the movement of that towel with his gaze, Remy tilted his head so he could brush a kiss against Jim's head as he came close.] Oh yeah? [Half tempted to make a joke about it all, but not really feeling quite like himself yet to do so. He was still rattled a little, he had had strong words back on his ship with others, angry over the attack against the Marsiva. His own thoughts were a bit too loud right now, why he had came to hide with Jim tonight in the first place.]

Ya good? Or still need to keep goin'? Can offer a sparrin' partner if ya think it will help.

A. Dining Area

[Well, one of the easiest places to find Lea is in the kitchen area where he's usually eating. With that bright red hair and long black coat, he's pretty easy to spot. Of course he doesn't look thrilled by most of the options the ship supplies for food. But hey at least the people on this ship have better ideas for what counts as something to eat.

So he typically is found snacking on something. He probably should eat more than just snacks to avoid being the stick thin person that he is but the likelihood of that happening isn't high.

But he'll at least smile when seeing someone.]

Hey. You grabbing some food too?

B. Cargo Hold

[So this looks like where the games and stuff are supposed to happen. Honestly he's not that interested in the workout area and has been largely ignoring it in favor of something else entirely.

The pinball machine.

He probably looks too cool for a silly game like this but you can still find him most days right in front of the thing. Because he's determined to get the high score on it for no other reason than a matter of pride. But he's also still figuring the thing out so he curses when he loses another life.]

Come oooon! I had that!

C. Communications

[So technically he's the communications officer. That means he should probably be doing his job there. But honestly any time you see him at the communications station he's in a chair with his feet balanced on something and usually with a something in hand to play with. Typically a bean bag he's stolen from the cargo hold.

What? This is boring and there's nothing better to do!]

_{[ The calibrations and the attack had taken a toll on all of them. He had welcomed Remy's presence on the Tourist, happy to distract him and be distracted, and take comfort in each other. He kissed the skin on Remy's neck in return for the kiss to his temple. ]}

If you want to, I can go some more. Or you could join me in the shower.

Oh, that just mean cher, [There was a hint of a smile and a slow shake of Remy's head to that.] Ya know I can't turn that down. 'long as it's not a cold one, too early for that. Or late. One of those.

Kurt comes and goes like a ghost, and right now is no exception; he'd taken a shuttle over without bothering to announce himself, and entered the ship much the same way. Skittering across the ceiling might be disturbing to witness, but it allows him to move about without being in the way.

Especially as he's not certain whether he wants to impose on Jim until he stumbles across the man, apparently cozied up to enjoy the view. Kurt sits 'up', tail curling idly around his ankles as he just watches. He'll say something in a moment; doesn't want to frighten Jim, after all. But its a quiet hour, and he's loathe to break it.

A prickle rose on the back of his neck, the faint pressure and nudge at the back of his mind saying he was being watched. It didn’t feel hostile, but he didn’t have a reason as to why anyone would have such intentions towards him.

He sipped slowly on his drink, shifting his position ever so minutely to better enjoy his repose and at the same time make room for a second viewer.

“You can come join me,” he said without turning, not knowing who was there, but knowing it was someone. “I don’t mind the company.”

[Spock is getting used to the ship that he will soon call home. He sleeps less than a human so the lack of a room doesn't concern him. He spends the later hours moving around the vessel and learning where things are. Where people stay. Who is in this place and who they are to each other.

When he gets to the gym, however, he sees someone he recognizes. Jim. Awake late at night and working out his emotions. Spock puts his hands behind his back and walks forward.]

I have in the past extended an invitation for you to learn Vulcan meditation. I would be happy to do so again, now.

A smile curls Kurt's lips when Jim shifts, widening when he invites him down. Loathe though he was to alert the man, he is proud to see how honed his spacial awareness is.

"If you're certain. It wasn't my intention to.. Disturb you." Intrude is the word he meant to use, and has a feeling Jim would object to. A heartbeat later he's dropping from the ceiling, twisting midair to land on his feet. Though the movements are inherently graceful, it might be quiet enough for Jim to hear a distinct click from one of Kurt's joints.

The man himself doesn't react outwardly, simply padding across the floor. When he reaches Jim and the spot cleared for him he settles into it, his knee brushing thigh as he crosses his legs. A vague memory stirrs, and his next move is to reach his tail toward one of Jim's wrists with intent to curl around it.

“Oh, this is a pleasant surprise,” Kirk remarked, turning to watch Kurt, the surprise genuine on his face as much as the pleasure.

“What do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, shifting his bare feet to press to Kurt’s warm, fur covered thighs, lowering his hand to let the tail curl around his wrist, fingers idling stroking along the spade.

The motion brought comfort and a small smile, his shoulders relaxing and the crinkle of his brow smoothing. He didn’t want to push Kurt for his time or affections, knowing how precious the other was with them. It warmed him that Kurt came on his own, that he let him have these small gestures of intimacy.

Kurt draws in a soft breath when the other man presses his cool feet against his thigh, a shiver running up his spine and a pang in his heart. Linda used to press hers against his back when he didn't want to get out of bed in the morning, and embarrassingly it worked every time.

Looking down to hide what he's certain is a mixture of sorrow and warmth in his eyes, Kurt starts trying to coax one of Jim's feet into his lap. Probably shouldn't reward him with a foot rub, but-- "I wanted to see you," he finds himself murmuring. The sensation of fingers stroking the spade of his makes him shift slightly, the set of his shoulders slowly beginning to relax.

"Wasn't sure if you'd be awake, so I didn't ring."

More tender affection, a surprise sweetness from the normally taciturn mutant. He hummed and smiled softer still, letting Kurt move him as he desired, stroking the stem of Kurt’s spade in return.

“And what would you have done if I had been asleep?” He laughed softly. “Not that I would be upset if you came to curl up in bed with me. You’re better than a blanket by far. Softer too.” The corner of his smile gains a spark of amusement, a twinkle in his eye.

Jim's laughter brings a smile in response, teeth flashing harmlessly. "Much as I hate to disappoint you, probably have gone back to my ship. No intention of disturbing you, remember?" One of his thumbs gently presses into the arch of Jim's foot, more to test the waters than anything else. How much tension do you hold in this strange appendage, Jim?

"But you know, I might take you up on that." Now he does glance up, an impish mirror of Jim's twinkle in his smile. "I hate sleeping alone, and my old partner spends most of her nights with her lover. As she should."

Kirk rolled his eyes. "I would be more upset if you just came and went. Don't be afraid to wake me up. Especially if you need something." His brow crinkled again in concern, but smoothed just as swiftly, eyes fluttering for a breath when Kurt pressed at the pad of his foot. Oh that was nice ~

"Oh look, we have something in common. I don't like sleeping alone either," he hummed, his hips adjusting so he could better push his feet into Kurt's hands. Yes, please do continue that, Kurt.

"I don't need anything, Jim. That's the point," he counters mildly, his focus mostly on gently rolling his knuckles into the other man's foot. He alternates between that and pressing with his thumb as the conversation continues.

A low chuckle escapes, and he gently squeezes the other man's hand with his tail. "Never would have guessed, with how often Remy's here of a night." The subject comes out more effortlessly than even Kurt had expected, and he blinks in surprise at himself before continuing. "And I don't think either of you would appreciate me slinking in at the small hours of the morning. Don't know that you've noticed, but my natural schedule tends a little more nocturnal than baseline humans."

_{[ Kirk isn’t surprised that Spock is up. He knew Vulcans needed less
sleep than humans, or at least didn’t sleep in the same way as humans. It
was a helpful trait when he needed to pick the Vulcan’s brain in the wee
hours. He paused in his movements, panting as he turned to consider Spock,
reaching for his towel to dry his brow. ]}

It’s appreciated, but being still and quiet has never been my forte.

_{[ He gives the other a wry look, because really Spock, you know him
better than that. ]}

I see very little has changed in our time apart.

[Spock walks forward, eyebrow raised. He looks around the room and tries to take an educated guess at how long Jim has been working out instead of sleeping. He doesn't like the number he comes out with.]

Except, I am assuming, some technological or medical improvement which renders you capable of functioning without rest.

I'm fine, Spock. It just happens from time to time.

_{[ He shrugged. He had managed for years like this - he wasn't sure
there was any Star Fleet captain who slept to soundly at night. He loved
his job, he did. But there were things that just left a sour spot in his
brain, and the shadows sometimes made it difficult to want to sleep, or to
get peaceful sleep. He would rather do something productive than toss and
turn. ]}

You could join me in a little spar?

Each little press draws a mixture of hiss and then a pleased moan as his nerves tingle and warm. Kurt really knew what he was doing - such a nice hidden talent to have.

"He's not here all that often," Kirk countered. "Well, often enough. More so lately after that Marsiva situation." His fingers plucked at the edges of the spade, watching him through the shadow of his lashes. "If you would like time with me, just say it, Kurt. I want to spend time with you." He smiled warmly at him, wiggling his toes just a little. "And in case you haven't noticed, I'm rather nocturnal myself."

Please, I'm not a masochist.

_{[ He snorted and kissed Remy's cheek, moving back from his lover to
gather his few things and head out of the hangar. ]}

It really is to bad we don't have the sources for a tub.

Well he is a doctor, of sorts. More of a medic. Trained by a man who never finished medical school, but details.

The mention of the violence against the Marsiva gets a hum, and nothing more. The smile is returned with a soft one before his attention turns back to the foot in his hands. "I told you, I had no intention to disturb--anything." 'The two of you,' he thinks, the image of a much older Remy with a bittersweet smile flashing through his mind. For a moment, he nearly shares it with Jim; how the version from his world had loved Rogue even after she'd married another, how his last act in life had been to save hers. That he knows what kind of deep love Remy is capable of, even if this one doesn't himself, and how he'd do anything not to be the Darkholme that breaks it.

Instead he clears his throat, sets Jim's foot down, and starts in on the other.

Hmm, I donno, tubs be good but do prefer a good shower. Those got walls to push up 'gainst. [A bit of a sly grin as Remy raised a hand to brush through his hair, trying to move it into something more acceptable than what it was at the moment. Not that it would really matter soon with that offer, but he still felt a need to try and get it semi decent.] Though more of a slip risk I guess.

_{[ As fun as it sounded, he was actually to tired to do much with the
image Remy invoked. He wanted the heat and the steam and a solid chest to
lean against and hands to help him wash. ]}

Well, luckily neither of us is at risk of breaking a hip just yet.

tourist mingle (visitors welcome)

Jim Kirk (OTA)

B

Re: B

no subject

Lea (OTA)

no subject

no subject

View

Re: View

B

Re: View

Re: View

Re: View

Re: View

Re: View

Re: View

Re: View

Re: B

no subject

no subject

Re: View

no subject

Re: View

no subject

no subject