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[overemotionally]

WHO: Jim Kirk and others!
WHERE: Various places
WHEN: April!
WHAT: Catch all!
WARNINGS: TW for mention of suicide.

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Miles 4/6

[overemotionally]

[Jim shows up at 19:05 at this new bar, looking around skeptically. He's really not wanting to have this conversation but dammit, he and Miles seemed to have this new honesty policy that he couldn't really break.

He sees Miles across the bar and just slides into a stool next to him and orders a shot of straight vodka.]

[dendarii]

[ Miles has already been here for a little while, having taken Roy up on his free drink offer earlier in the night. He's still nursing the last of it, and reasonably tipsy. But not so tipsy he can't have this conversation, oh no. Just drunk enough to be annoying about it. ]

There you are, Lieutenant. [ A pause. ] Captain?

[overemotionally]

[He gives a sidelong glance to Miles. He's totally not even talking to you until he has at least a shot in him. The bartender comes over and brings it to him, which Jim promptly knocks back and orders a second on the spot.

He finally turns towards Miles.]

You remember, huh?

[dendarii]

Easy there ...

[ He feels slightly bad now. Very slightly. ]

It's all a bit fuzzy - as if I'd lived the memories while I was actually eight. But certain things do stick out.

[overemotionally]

[Another shot is placed in front of him which he promptly knocks that one back too.]

You were cute as hell when you were a kid but you asked a lot of questions, even like that.

[He frowns a bit at that. Why you gotta do this to him?]

4/8

[instars]

[ It's been a weird week and a half, to say the least.

But there's one indication that Saya is back to normal - or rather, back to 19 years old, and that's the height of her heels and the fine tailoring of her slacks, and the way her makeup is back instead of being lightly applied.

Also, when Kirk comes in, she hands him a spanner. ]

We've been commissioned to build a car from scratch.

[overemotionally]

[Been super weird for him too. He has way too many thoughts about what's happened over the past week or so and he just wants to get away from them. Manual labor at least should help to give him something to focus on. Not to mention Saya was great to look at.

He takes it from her, immediately starting to play around with it in his hands while he talked.]

Hi nice to see you too?

You have the specs?

[instars]

[She looks a little surprised at the greeting, as if she didn't quite expect that.]

Yes.

Hello, Jim.

[She tilts her lips up in the barest kind of smile, but if he's really given her any study he'll know it's also the warmest she can seem to manage if she's not actively having an orgasm, so.]

Yes, we can go over them; you might have some insight. It's for Herman Gottlieb. Do you know him? He has a recurring face.

[overemotionally]

[Being around a Vulcan makes that look pretty inviting, so he definitely takes it.]

That name sounds...familiar. I'll look him up on the network later. I don't know him otherwise, why?

Pull Point Plot

[overanalytically]

[ Soon after their texts back and forth, Spock is approaching Heropa #3 to go ... take a walk with Jim Kirk ... I guess. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim is practically waiting at the door for him, coming out once Spock comes near the door. He's grinning, glad to be out in the sun.]

Figured I'd get some exercise in.

[overanalytically]

So long as you do not overextend yourself.

[overemotionally]

If I wanted to do that I wouldn't have invited you.

[A light quick elbow nudge to Spock's arm.]

HOUSEMATE SHENANIGANS --> PRYING

[burnseternal]

[One day, Jim will open the door to the first, and most pleasant of animals that Walker will wind up dragging into their household. This time, however, it's an innocuous sight: Saint Walker leaning over a box, a frown marring his generally peaceful face.

Of course, it slips away almost immediately after Jim walks in.]

Ah, Jim! What excellent timing. May I ask you for a favour?

[overemotionally]

[Jim is far more subdued now that the weirdness of the age changing is over and is now left with various memories that he wishes he wasn't privy to. He's been coming at odd hours too, similar to his first couple of weeks here. He's been restless and is back to not sleeping all that much, even despite learning meditation techniques (which he hasn't been using since he was returned back to himself).

He comes in the door, and catches that brief frown. Huh.]

Sure, what's up?

[burnseternal]

The trouble is what is not up, I'm afraid.

[Saint Walker keeps odd hours himself, but he has noticed Jim doing the same. He doesn't know the man well enough to realize why, but he certainly intends to find out at some point. Now, however, his intentions are pure; he does need Jim's help, and doesn't mean to use it as an excuse to pry.]

Would you please hold her? I discovered this bird had injured her wing, and I should like to heal it, but she is frightened, and in pain, and simply will not stop moving.

[He holds the pigeon towards Jim expectantly.]

She may try to bite, but she is quite harmless, I assure you. Pigeons seem to have very flat beaks.

[True to form, the pigeon spiritedly attempts to bite Walker's finger, but he doesn't even seem to notice.]

[overemotionally]

[He raises an eyebrow. He holds his hands up in a defensive position not wanting to get pecked.]

Whoa, wait a second.

[He holds his two hands out, one on either side of the pigeon and concentrates, transparent blue light shimmering from his fingertips up his arms to about mid-elbow. He then takes the bird, letting her peck at his arms and hands to her content. He doesn't flinch because he can't feel any of it.]

Matter manipulation, [is his way of explaining it, but now he's struggling to get his hands on her to both keep her still and not hurt her in the process. ]

Why did you pick her up anyway? And how do you know it's a "she"?

Post Pull Point Plot (say that 3 times fast)

[overanalytically]

[ Spock has a a few errands to run in Heropa today, but noticeably not by the government housing area, sticking instead to the shopping areas. Talk about a perfect opportunity to run into someone you don't want to talk to ... ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim was out and about because being in his own room nowadays was just not happening. His sleep was messed up bigtime and he stayed up until all hours, his mind running too hard for him to catch up or turn it off to sleep. He absolutely refused to meditate.

And of course, the last person in this entire alternate reality and his own at least, was up ahead. A little knot that made him feel vaguely ill balled itself up tightly in his gut. He couldn't change directions now. He simply shoves his hands in his pockets, ducks his head slightly and walks right past.]

[overanalytically]

[ He glances up from the item he happened to be glancing down at when someone brushes past him. He sees the face and before he can think about doing otherwise, he calls out, ] Jim?

[overemotionally]

[He ignores Spock and continues on.]

Kitty 4/27

[overemotionally]

[Jim looks down at his comm outside of the house to double check the address and yup--it was correct. He knocks.]

[rathercommon]

[ And Kitty answers the door with a big, broad smile, and reaches out to grab his hand as she pulls him inside. She's different from the last time they met, to be certain. She's...old. And apparently less self-conscious about showing that age. As she pulls him in, she carols at him, cheerily: ]

It's so lovely to see you! Come on, sit down.

[overemotionally]

[He's surprised when the door opens and reveals--well, not Kitty in human form the last time he saw her. But he'd seen her a long time ago. Their last meeting had been entirely in non-human forms. She had mentioned something about her powers changing--This was unmistakably Kitty, between the voice and body language. Huh.

He lets himself be dragged inside.]

Jeez, long time no see. Been a while. New look?

[rathercommon]

Old look, actually, isn't it.

[ She smiles, the expression both wry - and a little sad, too. But that passes in a moment; she turns and gestures towards the little city, built by magic, standing in their living room. It's really intricate, and bizarrely realistic - there are tiny hermit crab bus lines, hermit crab playgrounds, hermit crab skyscrapers. ]

That's the hermit crab city. Remarkable, isn't it?