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

[scarcastically]

[ he chuckles. ]

I can but I can do you one better. Sabriel passed me her magic skills and I know a couple of healing marks.

[winscenario]

[ Jim's brow arches in surprise at that new piece of information. He probably should be more cautious about it, at least ask Erik how much he knows, how likely he is to mess it up, if it will even work at all, but—

Well, he trusts Erik. No matter how Erik likes to remind him of how that might be a mistake. He wouldn't offer to help if he wasn't sure he could do it. ]

Alright then, let's see it. Do you need me to take the bandages off?

[scarcastically]

Probably just enough to look at the wound.

[ he hasn't done this too often, but erik always practices. he never leaves his skills or abilities up to chance. he places a finger on his own forehead where a glowing mark appears and he seemingly draws one out from there. ]

[winscenario]

[ Carefully he starts to peel off the bandages. It hurts a little but it's nothing he can't handle, especially knowing that Erik will be able to heal it soon enough.

The injury itself doesn't look too great, still swollen and red around the edges, but at least it's not actively bleeding anymore. He lets out a sound of relief while setting the bandages aside, letting Erik have a look at the injury. ]

[scarcastically]

[ his eyebrows crease together as if on the cusp of conflicting emotions, but he pushes it aside. everyone gets hurt. everyone dies. getting emotional about the potential would do him no favours.

gently, he takes the charter mark on his finger and places it on top of the wound. slowly, it starts to heal. ]

[winscenario]

[ He spots that look on Erik's face, but for now says nothing to it. Instead he's quiet and still to let him do his work, preparing himself just in case that it might hurt, while resisting the urge to look just so he won't get in the way. ]

[scarcastically]

[ he pulls out a few more before he sees the wound properly close and leans back, a shuttered breath. it takes more out of him than he realizes. ]

Looks good. You still get to hit the beach with no problems.

[winscenario]

[ Once Erik's done, he looks to his own shoulder, admittedly impressed. It looks perfectly healed, though he wonders if it'll still be sore. Something to test later. ]º

Thank you.

[ He smiles, reaching out to take one of Erik's hands. ]

You seemed a little worried there.

[scarcastically]

[ he lets jim take his hand, a little absently. ]

Yeah, not really sure I'm capable of that. Never have been before.

[winscenario]

So does that mean you weren't worried that I got shot?

[ He did make it here pretty quickly, just saying. ]

[scarcastically]

Technically, I'm here to help Sabriel out since she might have her hands full.

[winscenario]

[ Jim looks around. There are plenty of people needing help, it's true. Seems silly to get upset at all if Erik's actually here to help others. ]

Then don't let me hold you up.

[scarcastically]

[ erik huffs. perhaps he played that too coolly. ]

And I am here for you, you asshole.

[winscenario]

[ Jim arches a single eyebrow at that, suppressing the urge to smile. ]

Please, enough with the praise. I might just swoon with all that sweet talking.

[scarcastically]

[ erik rolls with it. ]

Good thing you're already on a bed then. Means no damage if you get the vapours.

[winscenario]

I mean, if I waited for you to catch me, I'd probably end up on the floor.

[ He nudges his knee against Erik's side, a small smile breaking out. ]

You're the asshole.

[scarcastically]

Never said I wasn't.

[ he's been pretty upfront about that. he hesitates for a moment. ]

So what happened?

[winscenario]

[ He's not an asshole to Jim, though, so it's different. ]

Oh, just... Finn and I ran into some Lionetta guys as we were headed to the control room. Got in the way of one of their bullets, is all. Luckily for me, it didn't hit anything major.

[scarcastically]

[ erik scoffs. ]

It sounds more like you ran into a bullet.

[winscenario]

Run, walk. [ He shrugs. ] Does it make a difference? Everything was a mess— shots were going back and forth, it was loud, I didn't time my shot well. People are bound to get hurt during these missions, thankfully it wasn't too serious.

[scarcastically]

[ hmm. erik's not so sure he buys that. it feels more like luck than anything else and luck runs out. ]

Pretty sure these missions are gonna just keep upping the ante.

[winscenario]

[ It was absolutely luck. Jim tends to be pretty lucky, but he of all people knows how that doesn't last forever. ]

Right. Not looking too good for us, huh? [ He shoots Erik a tense smile, squeezing his hand. ] I'm glad you came.

[scarcastically]

Didn't think I would come?

[ there's no judgement there. he's curious. did jim think erik would show up? ]

[winscenario]

I don't know. Didn't see you during the heist, so I wasn't sure how you were doing. You could be looking after someone else, too.

[ And Jim wasn't about to get in touch just to tell him he'd gotten shot. ]

[scarcastically]

[ a brief note of hesitation before he speaks, his gaze flitting away. ]

. . . My cousin's gone. I was lookin' into it.