ximilialog | OPEN // october post-mission log

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! ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Jim nods in understanding. Not much unlike a mind meld, then. He can handle that. ]

That's fine. I don't mind that. [ But Blue still looks a little debilitated right now, so he asks; ] Do you want to do it now, or maybe meet later?

I--

[what a thing to be asked! with no reservations. humans really can be like this?

Blue was rarely flustered or uneasy in his choices before, but here on this station? it's almost a regular occurrence.]

That is...I should probably...not be on my feet for much longer. [especially if he accidentally overwhelms Jim and the both of them wind up on the floor.]

[ Look, it's not like he's asking Blue if he wants to have sex or something.

... okay fine, it's something pretty intimate too, but it's different. And yes, Jim really can be like this. ]

I thought you might need some rest, [ He nods. ] I can help you to your room. We'll meet later, whenever you're up for it.

[funny, that...sex is still only like, 2 years old as far as rediscoveries go for the Mu, and Blue was asleep for that one. so as far as intimacy goes, these kinds of things cap it off.

a n y w a y:] ...Yes. Thank you. [it's a quieter, still bewildered 'thank you,' but no less sincere. even just offering to be that understanding is special.]

[ Boy, then he sure is in for quite a rediscovery, if he's really going to tap into some of Jim's memories. He'd apologize in advance if he even realized there's a very real possibility that Blue will sense something that's... probably more intimate than he'll be counting on.

But anyway. That's a thing for future!them to handle. For now he makes sure he's offering Blue some steady support, then he leads them on the way back to the personal quarters, so he can get Blue to his room for some rest. ] Likewise. I'll be looking forward to it.

[looking...forward to it, even... what kind of person is Jim Kirk, really? Blue can only puzzle on that...

until he puzzles upon this new section of the station he...actually hasn't been to.]

Where...is this...?

[ Jim's just full of delightful surprises like that. Anyway, he's the one looking a little surprised at Blue's question, eyes moving from the common area where they are to Blue's face. ]

Crew quarters. You haven't been here before?

[he shakes his head a little.]

The infirmary...the kitchens...a room with grass...and those doors we stopped at.

[his experience within the station is rather limited, given most of it was spent unconscious before getting dumped onto Braccia.]

Huh. [ Yeah, he should've guessed that much. ] So, you don't know where your room even is? Hold on, we can check the directory.

[ It should say there where Blue's staying, and if he might be sharing the room with anyone. ]

My...? [room...? a room of his own here? Blue looks around in quiet bewilderment as Jim leads him along to the directory, needing to pause only to wipe the sweat beading his brow.]

So we are...that well expected in this place...

Yes. I mean, you might be sharing your room with other people, but even then you'll have your own bed and your own section of the room.

[ Anyway, he finds where Blue's been assigned too, and he leads him to that room, opening the door to check if there's more than one bed or if Blue got one of the single rooms. ]

[it's a mercy for others that it appears to be a solitary room - that's no different than it was on the Shangri-la...

...sort of.

Blue accepts the help inside to sit down, weariness hitting him like a wave the moment he's off his feet at last, but he clutches onto Jim's sleeve with a feeble grip for some seconds after.

there's a level of permanence in settling in like this - not just relying on an infirmary to keep him upright, but actually...living here?

he's...still got a life to live, then. and this is not some confused dreaming of a dying mind.

of course it's not. thinking that way after so much has happened is foolish.

Blue releases Jim's sleeve with a slow lowering of his head.]

Thank you...for helping me all this way. [not just the station. Braccia, too.]

[ It's certainly an adaptation process, to all of them. To Blue it must be all the more so, if this is the first time he's seeing his room.

He gives him a moment to take it all in, staying close for as long as Blue clutches to his sleeve. He'd even gladly stick around if that's what Blue wanted, but it probably will do him good to get some time to be by himself, in the quiet of the room, just resting.

He puts his hand over Blue's once he lets go, giving it a warm, gentle squeeze. ] Anytime. I'll let you get some rest now, so just let me know when you want to meet again. Also, my room's just two doors to the left of yours, if you ever need to come find me.

[almost reflexively, Blue's chest tightens not even a beat after the squeeze and offer of reassurance. the smallest gestures of connection have greater value, especially when one's been severed from the ones one's known all one's life. Braccia didn't really move at a pace to let him wholly come to terms with it, and even now Blue feels this unseen pressure to keep his head above the rising waters of his own unease...

this much is at least something of a buoy, though he knows he has to let go.

so he does, nodding his thanks again with a soft sound, withdrawing his hand to set the man off on his way.]

Thank you. James Kirk.

[ Jim can only begin to imagine how intense this all must be to Blue right now. It's hard enough for any of them to adapt, and being aware now of Blue's circumstances just before he arrived here, he realizes how much harder it must be for him, being here.

So once Blue lets go, he gets to his feet, making sure he's comfortable and safe before heading to the door. With a last smile at the words that reach his mind, he closes the door behind him. Blue will know where to find him later. ]

OPEN // october post-mission log

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