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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 raises an eyebrow, looking amused by that reaction. ]

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

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

Guess not.

. . . Thanks.

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

Your reactions are cute, sometimes.

[ erik huffs lightly. ]

You take that back.

Or you'll do what, huh?

[ You don't scare him, sir. ]

[ erik leans forward. ]

You wanna find out?

I think you know me well enough to know the answer to that by now.

[ He mouths the last of the omelette, throwing Erik a challenging look. ]

[ erik grins before using his fingers to tug jim's collar over the table and press a kiss to his lips. ]

[ Since that's pretty much what he was expecting, he's all too happy to go along, wide smile on his lips until they press against Erik's. Careful of the plates, he reaches out to cup Erik's face in his hands, parting his lips to demand a deeper kiss. ]

[ that works perfectly as erik props his elbows up on the table, mindful of all the cutlery. he nips on jim's lower lip teasingly before licking his way in. after a few minutes, he pulls back . . .

but not after tucking a flower behind jim's ear. ]

[ He almost whines when he feels Erik pull away only moments after turning the intensity up a notch, but it's the feeling of something propped behind his ear that catches his attention. He reaches for it and laughs when he sees it's a flower. ]

Really?

[ erik rolls his shoulders loosely. ]

It's not real. Can't grow 'n stuff. Synthesized magic metal or something. But it smells nice, it flowers.

It's what you were looking for, right?

It is real.

[ Just because it's not a natural flower, it doesn't matter. What matters is what it means. He reaches for Erik's hand, pulling it up to kiss his knuckles. ]

It's perfect. I love it.

[ his expression flickers briefly before he shakes his head. ]

You're welcome.

[ His gaze shifts between Erik's hand and the flower, lingering for a while as he twirls the flower idly between index and thumb. Pressing his lips in, he looks up again to meet Erik's eyes. ]

I want to ask you something... something important.

You and me— are we serious? I mean, how serious do you want this to be?

[ ah. for a moment erik's expression closes itself off. ]

I'm dead. I don't know how this place is keeping me alive, but it's all up in the air. I've got no power to make promises.

No, that's not— that's not why I'm asking. I don't need promises. But I like you, Erik, and I like being with you, but I don't want to feel like I'm lying to you.

[ He takes a slow breath, still not letting go of Erik's hand just yet. ]

So maybe this is a moot point if you don't want the same out of this, but I'll ask anyway. How do you feel about polyamory?

[ he frowns, thinking it over. ]

I've got no problem with it, I guess. Never really run into it myself.

I'm not really one for monogamy, [ He explains. ] But I understand that a lot of people prefer it. And that's fine, obviously. It's just that I've been dating someone else but I also want to keep dating you, and I guess it just didn't seem right to let things continue without talking to you both.

Well, keep dating you or start dating you, if what we've been doing so far isn't dating. Anyway, yeah. That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

[ he's not terribly surprised. in different circumstances, he would be more bothered by it. but erik knows he's not really enough for anyone, not really. it's not worth getting hung up about, especially in a place like this. ]

I'm pretty sure this qualifies as dating. If you want.

[ It's not at all the sentiment he was aiming for, but he foolishly believes that he managed to explain himself well, and he looks both glad and relieved that Erik seems to be alright with this. ]

I do. [ He smiles again, weaving his fingers through Erik's. ] Of course I do.

[ it is not jim's fault. erik's been on shaky ground of late, with shuri's arrival and subsequent departure. facing up truths has never been his strong point.

he smiles faintly. ]

Yeah?

[ There. That smile is much better, and Jim's own expression brightens considerably. ]

Yeah. I am falling for you, N'Jadaka. So I guess you're stuck with me.

[ his expression softens, his earlier doubts fleeting. ]

Looks like it.

[ He tucks the flower behind his own ear again, still holding Erik's hand as he gets to his feet. ]

Come on. Let's go for a walk somewhere. [ He'll worry about the dishes later, whatever. ]

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