OPEN // october post-mission log

[winscenario]

CHARACTERS: James T. Kirk & you!
LOCATION: Around the station
DATE: second half of October
CONTENT: post-mission stuff: training/sparring, space lessons, drawing, attempts at cooking, all the while pretending he hasn't been shot
WARNINGS: none for now, will update if need be


INFIRMARY ➢ CLOSED to Erik

[ Adrenaline has been fueling his body for a while now, having allowed him to power through the gunshot wound he took to his shoulder during the heist. It's not looking too bad either, but he definitely lost some blood, and the area around the injury is swollen and aching. He's also looking a little paler than usual, which at this point is to be expected.

He's making a good job of acting as though it doesn't bother him much, though. Behind pressed lips, he grits his teeth while he gets the wound cleaned and bandaged, while he's told that he needs to wait for a little longer before anyone can stitch it up properly, or heal it altogether. He doesn't complain, just nods in agreement, then leans back on the bed, preparing himself to wait for a while until anyone can check his injury. ]

WORK OUT THE STRESS ➢ OPEN

[ Working out is quite possibly not the brightest idea he's had so far, but also: it's been almost a week now, and Jim is absolutely done with sitting around taking it easy. His shoulder is still sore, but at this point he doesn't really care anymore. He can power through it, he's dealt with much worse than this.

So he's made it to the training room, where he's going through a few individual training exercises. He might be doing something more active like HITT training or boxing moves, or other times he'll be going through various yoga positions, which help him with the soreness on his shoulder. On occasion he will be likely looking like he's struggling, but good luck having him admit to that. ]

SPACE LESSONS ➢ OPEN

[ Now back on the station, Jim plans to resume the classes he's offered to anyone who wants to learn more about space. He's contacted anyone who's shown interest, has invited everyone to spread the word if anyone else wants to show up, and he's also put together some reading material on basics of space, how it divides into galaxies and solar systems, how orbits work, what kinds of astronomical objects there are. With questions about how people don't "fall off planets", he has also included a bit of information about gravity, and he's now at the mess hall at an arranged time, with a few books and tablets where he and whoever shows up can go through some information. ]

KITCHEN NIGHTMARE ➢ OPEN

[ So, Jim technically doesn't know how to cook. That said, he's been trying to learn. Mostly on his own, relying on recipes he finds and tips and tricks he's learned from reading, but he's quickly realizing that putting theory to practice is pretty tricky when it comes to cooking.

At least he hasn't set fire to the kitchen yet, but he may be struggling a little between something frying, some batter he's got that looks somewhat overbeat, or just cursing while he tries to disperse a small cloud of smoke that emerges when he opens the oven door. ]

Damn it...

HERE COMES THE SUN ➢ OPEN

[ The sunlight room is another place Jim enjoys visiting, during this downtime. He has with him a sketchbook and some drawing supplies, and finding a quiet spot to sit, he entertains himself sketching various things. Whether the scenery he has here, or other things from memory, like his ship; on occasion he may be even trying to draw simple portraits of people he knows, both from home and from the station. He's pretty immersed in it, but he will welcome any company, and he's quick to offer a small smile when approached. ]

Have a seat, if you want.

WILDCARD! ➢ OPEN

[ Would you like to run into Jim anywhere else on the station? Feel free to pull out your wildcard and write a starter of your own! ]

Comments

[winscenario]

[ Jim turns around just to shoot Sam a flat, unimpressed stare. At least whatever's burning cooking in the oven must be done by now if he's not too worried about getting it out yet. ]

At this point, I'd take that menu if you had it, [ He sighs. ] There's more to cooking than meets the eye, it looks like.

[unclesam]

[ Sam manages not to grin, despite how genuinely funny the picture is. He does have some sympathy left inside of him, though - hence biting down on the grin.

For now. Instead he moves closer, grabs a dish towel. ]

A hand to dump this out, then, and then I'll help you learn to do it right. I know what I'm doing in a kitchen, though if you ever meet my sister, don't believe a word she has to say on the matter.

[winscenario]

[ Jim lets out a small laugh at that, then opens the oven door, a mitt in his hand too just in case Sam needs any help. The less hands are involved in getting the burnt cake out, though, the better. ]

Duly noted. You don't think we can at least salvage the inside of the cake?

[ He hates seeing food go to waste, and he already feels bad enough about having burnt the outside. ]

[unclesam]

Oh, you wanna see the inside of this? 'cause depending on what you managed to do here, we either got raw cake inside a burnt hulk, or it's just dry as a desert all the way through.

[ Sam would usually agree - and he knows his sister's a master of salvaging hopelessly lost food. But Viveca provides, and besides... ]

Don't worry. If your experiments lead to a food shortage, Bucky and I have been setting aside non-perishable emergency rations in case of another total breakdown.

[ Sam uses the towel to wave away some of the black smoke coming from the poor oven. That's gonna need cleaning. The not-so-fun part of cooking and baking. ]

[winscenario]

[ He lets out a long, quiet sigh. Oh well, there goes his hopes of salvaging whatever that is. He'll trust Sam's expertise on that, though. ]

Still, it's food that's being wasted. I just... I don't like throwing food away.

[ With replicators around, it was different, but here he can't just deconstruct the leftovers and use them for something else. Anyway, he helps Sam disperse the smoke by turning on the exhaust fans above the stove, which actually helps a lot, then he shuts the oven door so they can do some quick clean-up. He'll do some more deep cleaning once he actually manages to bake a decent cake. ]

Okay, now what?

[unclesam]

Yeah... I know the feeling. But... let's focus on your journey to being somewhat competent.

[ Sam flashes a quick grin and claps Jim on the shoulder. Honestly, this might end up being fun. And he's already offered to teach Newt something, too - how much more difficult could Jim possibly be, really?

....

Sam really hopes he's not gonna regret this. ]

Alright. Let's start with this: What kinda cake we making?

[winscenario]

[ Somewhat competent. He can live with that, definitely. There is a basis to all kind of knowledge, every new skill one learns; it's only logical that he should start there, no matter how adventurously he might've chosen to approach this endeavor. It was probably not the best course of action on his part. ]

I was going for a chocolate and coconut cake. But at this point, I'll be content with 'edible'.

[unclesam]

[ Sam whistles. Hey he can appreciate someone reaching a little high. ]

Alright. I see you. Why don't we start with the very basics. I'll show you how to make a very standard base, and then how to adapt it to different flavors. Get you to figure out how to get the jet in the sky, worry about barrel rolling once we got that figured out, huh?

[ Sam starts setting out a couple bowls, ingredients. ]

Any particular reason we're gunning for chocolate coconut?

[winscenario]

Right. Yeah, that works for me.

[ He appreciates that Sam doesn't make fun of it much for trying for a more difficult recipe. He knew it'd be tricky, so he's not all that upset that he didn't manage to succeed. He's only bummed about the waste, but it doesn't look like Sam's too worried about it, and since he's one of the people in charge of their food supply inventory, he's been put more at ease. ]

Oh, not really. I just like the taste, and I wanted to do something special for someone.

[ Evidently someone special as well. ]