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]

That's my real name.

[winscenario]

Oh.

[ It... sounds Wakandan. But he feels like he doesn't have to point that out. ]

Why didn't you tell me before?

[scarcastically]

[ he shrugs. ]

Not really one I use. Erik's also real too.

[winscenario]

Well, I like it. I like both.

[ But N'jadaka clearly holds a special meaning. Understandable. ]

Which one do you prefer I use?

[scarcastically]

Erik's fine for public stuff.

N'Jadaka can be . . . private.

[winscenario]

Alright, that works fine by me. N'Jadaka.

[ He smiles. Yes, he likes that name. ]

Now, you really should help around here. Some of the people could use your help. We can meet up later tonight, after things have settled down a little.

[scarcastically]

What, kicking me out already?

[ he squeezes jim's hand briefly. ]

Guess I gotta earn my keep.

[winscenario]

You know I'd gladly hog you all to myself.

[ But things are a mess right now, and they both can help with that. There will be time to spend together later. ]

We could meet at the kitchen later. I can make something nice. I'll let you know when?

[scarcastically]

[ erik whistles. ]

Sounds like a treat.

[ then he stands up, but not before reaching out to cradle jim's jaw and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ]

[winscenario]

[ He cups Erik's jaw when he leans in for that kiss, trying to linger for as long as possible. But as much as he wants to keep him there, he lets go, settling back on the bed with a sigh.

He sticks around for a little longer, just until the soreness from the healed shoulder settles somewhat, then he gets to his feet and heads out of the infirmary. It was driving him crazy to just sit there, and there's plenty for him to do around the station. Like promised, it's not until later that he gets in touch to see if Erik's free, and he arranges to meet him in the kitchen, where he's waiting for him with a few tools and ingredients out and an apron already on. ]

[scarcastically]

[ though erik keeps up with plenty of projects, he makes time, strolling up to the kitchen. he surveys the kitchen, amused. ]

Whatcha got there?

[winscenario]

[ He shrugs, smiling at the way Erik looks around the kitchen. ]

It's nothing fancy. Now, [ He gestures to his apron. ] I know it doesn't say 'kiss the cook', but...

[scarcastically]

I know, gotta pay the toll.

[ he moves, slipping his arms around jim and giving him a slow, languid kiss. ]

[winscenario]

[ My, that's a much nicer kiss than he was counting on. Far be it from him to complain, though, and he hums as he wraps his own arms around Erik's shoulders, holding on tightly even as their lips part. ]

Okay. That's... acceptable.

[scarcastically]

[ erik winks. ]

Just a warm up performance.

[winscenario]

Mm, always leaving me wanting more, don't you.

[ He gives Erik's lower lip a little nibble, hands moving to give his chest a little nudge. ]

Come on, gonna make us something nice and simple for dinner. Do you want anything to drink?

[scarcastically]

[ he laughs, before pulling back. ]

Sure, I could go for somethin'. Maybe beer.

[winscenario]

A beer coming up.

[ He gets one from the fridge, serving it in a glass and handing it to Erik. ]

Feel free to make yourself comfortable while I do my thing.

[scarcastically]

What is your thing anyway?

[ erik grabs a seat, watching jim curiously. ]

I thought you guys didn't need to cook in the future.

[winscenario]

Not everyone does it, that's true. But I've been learning.

[ He gathers some eggs, milk and salt, cutting up small bits of cheese and tomato into separate bowls. ]

It's a work in progress. There's still a lot that I'm terrible at. I don't do very well with baking.

[scarcastically]

[ he hums, noncommittal. for him, cooking was an essential skill for a variety of reasons. the main one being he's always been alone and was responsible for himself. ]

So what're you trying your hand at?

[winscenario]

Magical fluffy omelettes.

[ Watch him, separating the yolks from the whites and grabbing a whisk. He looks like a real pro. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik whistles lowly. ]

The hype is real.

[winscenario]

[ Jim lets out a soft laugh. ]

No pressure at all, huh?

[ Still, he seems to be doing well enough. He mixes the salt into the whites before he starts whisking vigorously. He thought of using a machine for this, but the recipe he found said it was best to do it by hand so he could control the 'peaks'. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik takes a swig of his beer, content to just watch for now. it's almost . . . domestic, which is strange to him. seeing people go through the motions. oh, he understood it on a rational level, but he only ever saw it from a distance and his childhood memories were vague. ]