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]

[ for some reason, it makes erik laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. ]

That was your first time? You're quite the risk-taker.

[winscenario]

Well, if you didn't know that about me already, now you do.

[ But to be fair, he did read a lot, almost to an obsessive degree, too worried about wasting any ingredients. This is a simple recipe that doesn't require a lot to make, but supplies aren't unlimited, and the last thing he wants is anyone going hungry because of him. ]

Now— time to heat up the pan...

[ He turns on the stove and greases the bottom of the pan, making sure he's got plates nearby to serve the omelettes once they're done. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik simply shakes his head, content to just watch and see what comes out of it. even if it might be food poisoning. ]

Cooking risks are a lil' different from big ones.

[winscenario]

[ Excuse you, he may not be a proper chef with a lot of experience but he has never given anyone food poisoning! ... yet. ]

True, but when you're a risk taker when it comes to the big things, why not the small ones too?

[scarcastically]

It's a little different when it comes to a man's stomach.

[ but he's still here which says enough. ]

[winscenario]

I don't know. It's looking to me like you're willing to take this risk, at least.

[ To his credit, the omelettes do smell good, and they look nice and crispy. Flipping the first over isn't as hard as he thought it'd be, and after the other side is done, he serves it onto a plate and quickly gets to making the other one. ]

[scarcastically]

You only live once.

[ or twice, in erik's unusual case, but what's the point of dying if you don't make jokes about it.

[winscenario]

Not necessarily true, but I get what you mean.

[ After all, Jim did get a second shot too, in a way. Not that he's ever told Erik about that, he doesn't think. Anyway, he's not gonna ruin the omelettes with that kind of talk. ]

This one's nearly done too. Fetch me a beer too, and some utensils?

[scarcastically]

Sure, I'm on it.

[ it's a quick thing, considering erik has spent time here enough to familiarize himself. he pulls out the beers and sets up the cutlery efficiently, checking to see if he's missed anything with a quick glance. ]

[winscenario]

[ Jim waits until Erik's got everything, grabbing a couple of napkins and their plates, then leading the way out to the mess hall. There are plenty of empty tables and he takes up one of them, setting down the plates and then taking a seat on one of the chairs. ]

[scarcastically]

All set.

[ erik sidles back onto his seat. ]

Just waitin' for the grub.

[winscenario]

Here you go.

[ He sets the plate down in front of Erik, smiling. ]

Bon appétit.

[scarcastically]

Merci beaucoup.

[ he taps the fork against the plate before taking the first bite. ]

Mmm, not bad.

[winscenario]

[ With a pleased smile, he takes a piece from his own omelette, humming around the first bite. He raises an eyebrow at Erik's remark. ]

Not bad? Come on, it tastes great. Keep in mind I've barely cooked anything before I got here, by the way.

[scarcastically]

And "not bad" is a good place to start.

[winscenario]

"Not bad" is not quite good enough for me. Not what I was going for.

[ But hey, it's actually edible and pretty tasty, he really shouldn't be complaining. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik chuckles. ]

Well, we're both still standin'. Cooking's trickier than it looks. You should be proud.

[winscenario]

I know, I am. [ He smiles at Erik. ] And I'm glad you like it, since I did it for you.

[scarcastically]

[ he pauses, utensil poised over his food. ]

For me?

[winscenario]

[ Jim raises an eyebrow, looking amused by that reaction. ]

Well, yes. Do you see anyone else around I've just cooked dinner for?

[scarcastically]

[ erik looks a little gobsmacked before shaking his head. ]

Guess not.

. . . Thanks.

[winscenario]

[ Jim can't help a soft chuckle, shaking his head. ]

Your reactions are cute, sometimes.

[scarcastically]

[ erik huffs lightly. ]

You take that back.

[winscenario]

Or you'll do what, huh?

[ You don't scare him, sir. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik leans forward. ]

You wanna find out?