boldygoing | Giving the Tour [for losthunter]

Hunter was pretty excited about today. He spent more time than usual picking out an outfit. It was a little bit of him worrying about if some of his clothes would fit into a future-verse, and a lot of him just wanting to look good for Jim. In the end, he went with a black T-shirt, a plaid overshirt, and gray pants.

His PINpoint address delivered him to a quiet corner of the shuttle terminal, where he could easily blend into the crowd after arrival.

He notes the red and blue Starfleet shirts. And comes to the conclusion that they must mean rank in some fashion. And he is a little awestruck by the various shuttles that are waiting to take people up in orbit.

It would be very easy to get lost. But Hunter keeps his eyes open for Jim, mindful that he had worn a gold outfit the first time they met. And hopefully it stands out.

It might remind Hunter of an airport, though back before security became a national obsession. There are plenty of humans around, but at least half the crowd is blatantly alien, and they don't seem to stand out to any of the personnel waiting to board. There are very few not clad in one of the primary colors, a few in charcoal black instead, but every one wears the arrowhead-shaped logo of Starfleet on their chest. And while some of the younger officers in the crowd have no stripes on their sleeves, most seem to have one or two silver bands around each wrist.

Jim stands out a little, not just because there seem to be few in gold, but his sleeves bear three silver bands, more than anyone else present. He spots Hunter, and waves him over with a smile, tucking the padd under his arm. "Hey, you made it."

Hunter is very glad that Jim's uniform does stand out. He would be totally lost if he had to find someone who was one of many red-shirts or blue-shirts.

"Hey. This is amazing." He doesn't want to vocalize too much of his amazement out loud just yet. In this crowd, he doesn't want to be overheard.

"Just wait until you see where we're going," Jim says with a grin, standing and heading toward one of the shuttles. The crowd parts a little for him, and a few personnel wave or salute. There are a few idly curious looks thrown in Hunter's direction, but nothing hostile or suspicious. He's with a Starfleet captain, and therefore probably not a threat.

"Ever been out of atmo before?" Jim asks as he leads the way up a ramp and into the open hatchway of a boxy little shuttle, gleaming light silver and painted with various registration markings, and the name Copernicus in a looping, fancier font. There is no one else on this shuttle, leaving the copilot's seat open and available for Hunter to have a great view out the front window. Jim has a seat in the pilot's chair and begins running through a brief preflight checklist with the ease of someone who's done this before many times.

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The saluting is something that is almost foreign to Hunter. He is at least a little familiar with the military that he doesn't accidently assume it is a future greeting of some kind. Which saves him any embarrassment.

"Um.... no." He doesn't have that opportunity in his dimension. He follows Jim up the ramp, studying the various registration markings very carefully.

He sits in the vacant co-pilot's seat. And he watches Jim run through the pre-flight checklist with a slight smile. "Do I have to do anything?"

Hey, you never know until you ask, and Jim knows that 2017 is after the moon landing, so the technology at least exists by Hunter's time, even if the details of more casual space travel are lost to the history books. But he's actually glad that the answer is no, because seeing your home planet from space for the first time is always a thrill.

He looks over at Hunter and shrugs, smiling. "Have to, no. But do you want to?" Jim knows, of course, that Hunter has no helmsman training. But there are a few buttons he could press to help out, if he wants. And Jim is in no rush to skip past the experience of Hunter's first shuttle ride.

"Yeah I do..." Hunter blushes. He really feels like a child in a candy store. Everything is exciting and he just wants to feel like he is part of the experience, not just an observer.

Jim can totally understand that. Space is cool, even to a twenty-third century human, and getting to fly a spaceship (even if it's just a shuttle) is also cool. "Sure thing then."

The console in front of them both is like a flat glass touchscreen, glowing gentle white and blue, displaying all sorts of numbers and readouts. Not all of them are labeled, but most have at least some indication of what they're for, even if it's something that makes no sense to an untrained eye.

"Over on the right side of your console, there's a slider marked 'internal inertial dampeners," Jim says, even as he continues his checklist. "Put it at eighty percent. But make sure the external inertial dampener is off or we're not going anywhere," he adds with a grin.

Hunter turns his attention to the console, where Jim directed him to look. He studies the glowing white and blue screen, looking for the labels that the good Captain told him to control. He finds the 'internal inertial dampeners' and puts it at eighty percent. Then finds the 'external inertial dampeners' and makes sure they are turned off.

"Okay. Done."

There are a few other settings that Jim asks Hunter to change, all controls that are labeled in English, until the last thing that Hunter does is bring up a holographic display of their plotted trajectory, a thin white line arcing up from the surface of the planet towards some point in orbit.

"Good," Jim praises him, smiling. "Now comes the fun part... tap that button on the left, the one under Communications. That'll open a channel to Shuttle Launch Control."

And once Hunter has done so, Jim puts on his command voice, probably a little more formal and serious than Hunter has heard him behave so far, without a hint of flirting. "SLC, this is Copernicus, requesting clearance to launch."

"Clearance granted," a woman's voice replies, and without further delay, the shuttle lifts off the ground under Jim's steady hands.

The holographic display is very cool. Sure, there is some technology in Hunter's dimension that can do similar projections ... but they are not widely used. And he resists the urge to pass his hand through the display.

And while there is no flirting in the formal and serious tone, Hunter still has that little flutter of attraction for the Captain all the same.

Feeling the shuttle lift into the air, Hunter gasps a little. He is used to airplanes, or jets, and the gradual asset into the air. Even a helicopter doesn't compare to this. "SLC is sort of like mission control?"

Normally, the motion of the shuttle wouldn't be perceptible by the occupants except in cases of sudden, high-velocity impacts, but Jim had Hunter turn down the inertial dampeners just for that reason, to be able to feel the kinetic feedback of the craft as it climbs quickly into blue skies, leaving San Francisco and the glittering Pacific Ocean far below. And it doesn't take long at all before the blue begins to fade to black, countless stars blanketing the vast void out the front window.

Jim glances over at Hunter, unsure what he means by 'mission control.' This isn't a mission, technically. "They keep track of shuttle traffic so no one runs into somebody else. It's procedure to let the local SLC know when you're about to pop up on scans so there aren't any nasty surprises."

Hunter leans forward slightly, so that he can watch San Francisco disappear below. And when the blue fades to black, he is on the edge of his seat.

"I guess when you have so many shuttles, it is a good thing to have someone tracking them all."

"Yeah, there's a lot. Hasn't been any collisions in a few years though."

Jim glances over at Hunter, grinning in delight at the rapt fascination on the other man's face. He slowly rolls the shuttlecraft, and yaws it to the right, bringing the glowing blue globe of Earth into view.

From orbit, the planet is enormous, a massive sphere hanging in the void, swirled with white clouds, underneath which the familiar shapes of the continents are sketched out in brown and green, wrapped in the deep blue of ocean. It's daytime on the west coast of North America, but the terminator line is visible over Russia and Australia, and in the darkened parts of the world, countless lights shine up like stars themselves, marking the biggest cities currently in the midst of night.

If Hunter was on the edge of his seat before, he is off the seat by inches in awe, trying to capture as much of the vision before him that he could. Seeing the planet like this was amazing, and really opens his mind to how enormous it truly is. But, even more amazing, it is jut one tiny sphere in a whole universe.

His artist eyes are capturing every shadow. Every countless light. And one can guess that he will be making a drawing from this.

"So... what is it about the shuttle that makes it so your ears don't pop?" Hunter tries to understand the science behind the technology.

"You mean because of the altitude?" Jim asks, making sure he understands what Hunter's asking. "Structural integrity field. It handles the kinds of stresses that'd breach a hull instead of the physical material taking it," he says, knocking the back of his knuckles against the wall panel next to him. "It also takes on the stress of pressurization, so the hull doesn't have to. No hull flexing, no pressure differential. Like being in a bubble."

"That is really cool." Hunter is still very awed by the whole experience. He reaches over a hand, to place it on Jim's legs.

"And seeing Earth like this... is incredible."

Jim smiles appreciatively at the contact, and he's mostly just happy that he's put that look on Hunter's face, the awe and wonder that comes with seeing your home from space for the first time. And he would totally make some innuendo about joining the Twenty-Two Thousand Mile High Club if they didn't have an even better destination waiting for them.

"Nothing quite like it," he says instead, turning the shuttle so that the craft follows the curvature of the Earth, the holographic display tracking their progress towards their destination.

Hunter leans again, following the curvature of the Earth with his eyes as the shuttle moves. "You are one lucky bastard. To see this frequently."

"It never gets old," Jim agrees. "Though I gotta say, being in orbit around a whole new planet is three different kinds of exciting on top of this."

In space, it can be difficult to pick out a faraway object until you get very close. And as the tactical display slowly narrows the distance between the shuttle and their destination, a shape slowly looms out of the blackness, getting bigger and bigger as they approach. A great wheel in space, miles across from spoke to spoke, with tiny-looking spaceships attached to the discs at the end of each spoke. But the closer they get, the more obvious it is that the ships aren't as small as they look, each one nearly half a mile long. And Jim steers the shuttle towards one in particular.

The sight of what is waiting for them is enough for Hunter to be out of his seat, leaning as close to the shuttle window as he can. "Holy Fuck..."

The great wheel looks like is big enough to match the moon. And at first, the ships look small, but as they get closer Hunter quickly realizes that these are no where close to Cruise Ships. That they are much bigger than he realized.

And as they get closer and closer to Jim's ship, Hunter drinks in every inch to it. "She is beautiful..."

Jim absolutely beams, and the look in his eyes when he gazes upon his beautiful silver lady is the same kind of look a newlywed might give his spouse. Pure, unadulterated love, a kindred soul, his other half. And he is proud as fuck to see her being admired by another, that even a twenty-first century fellow can see the beauty and grace of the greatest ship in the fleet.

"That's my girl," he says warmly.

He doesn't make a beeline for the shuttle bay at the rear of the ship, however, sweeping the shuttle in a wide arc around the ship, lingering over her arching warp nacelles, panning over the broad saucer, her name emblazoned on the hull in massive black letters. USS Enterprise, NCC-1701.

Hunter is memorizing every curve, every angle, every shadow, and every graceful inch of the ship before him. He can see that Jim is beaming with love for his ship. And he has to smile softly. Perhaps it is why Jim isn't destined to be with a monogamous relationship... because his true love is the Enterprise.

And he is breathless for a moment at how Jim sweeps around the ship, allowing every inch of the ship to be appreciated completely. He feels honored to be in the co-pilot's seat for this moment.

With the entire ship now captured in his memory, Hunter feels that he will be able to create a miniature Enterprise in clay for Jim now.

"Incredible..."

In Jim's opinion, mere pictures really would never do her justice. There's something about her, almost a presence, that mere visual representations would never capture. She's his beautiful leviathan, a shining silver shape against the black, a sleek and graceful creature of the stars. You have to see her to truly see her.

And he can tell that Hunter does.

It's almost a shame to steer the shuttle towards the back of the ship, and the open bay doors that await them there. But the only thing better than seeing the Enterprise from the outside is standing within her beating heart, and he's eager to return to her embrace.

Jim sets down inside the ship, parking Copernicus flawlessly in the space marked out for the shuttle, and pops open the hatchway. Inside the shuttle bay is somewhat similar to the aesthetic one might find in a submarine, a wide open space ringed by metal gantries and catwalks, and a half dozen other shuttlecraft line the walls in their designated areas. There are few personnel present, almost exclusively wearing red shirts, and almost no one looks up at the arrival of Jim and Hunter's shuttle.

Hunter moves back into his seat, so he is sitting by the time that Jim is parking the shuttle inside of the Enterprise. He looks around the shuttle bay, as much as he can, once the hatchway is open.

He doesn't immediately feel the warm embrace of the Enterprise, yet. But he is still a stranger to her. And not as acquainted as her Captain is.

Once again, he spots the red shirts, and has to resist the urge to ask Jim about their significance. "Time to start the Grand Tour?"

"Absolutely." Jim grins and spreads his arms slightly as they step out of Copernicus, using the shuttle's nacelle as a step down to the deck. "This is the shuttle bay, obviously. The Enterprise has ten in total, but there's a couple out being re-certified right now. Most people just beam back and forth, but there's nothing exciting about starting a tour without even seeing what the ship looks like."

Hunter follows him down to the deck.

"Beam?" He asks softly, still a little nervous about being overheard.

Nobody seems to be paying them much attention, at least. A pair of red-shirts approach the shuttle with scanning equipment, ready to make sure the shuttle is shut down and stored properly. Jim doesn't seem terribly concerned about them either, though he does lower his voice slightly, out of deference to Hunter's caution. "It's called a transporter. It converts your body into a stored energy pattern and rematerializes you somewhere else. It was invented to move cargo around but it's been safe for people for decades now."

Hunter blinks a few times. Taking his time to comprehend what Jim just told him. In a way it seems impossible. He has seen people 'teleport' using magic... or even a special skill. But for science to come this far...

"Wow. That must save a lot of time."

Turnabout is fair play, it seems. But Jim doesn't laugh at Hunter's disbelief, just nods a little. "Yeah, it does. We can't use it every time, though. Beaming next to a high gravity source or through an ion storm isn't possible, and there are factors that can make it riskier. But honestly, it's still safer than flying in a shuttle or driving a car."

"I would have to take your word on it." It won't be something that Hunter is anxious on trying right now, not until he understands it better.

"Yeah, I expected that," Jim says, but smiles at Hunter to show that he doesn't mind. "Honestly I probably shouldn't be explaining too much about our technology in detail, but I don't think twenty-first century tech would be up to replicating it anyway."

"Come on," he says, waving Hunter ahead, continuing the tour. "Main Engineering's this way."

"You have one advantage that I am no where close to be a scientist, that I couldn't explain it, even if I tried." Hunter chuckles lightly.

"So before we get there... what do the colors on the shirts mean?"

Jim has been around Starfleet his entire life, in one form or another, so it hadn't even occurred to him to explain. "Oh, that's the three specialization divisions. Red is for operations, which includes security, engineering, and communications, among others. Blue is for science, and gold for command." He holds up one hand, so Hunter can see the stripes on his wrist. "These are for rank. Generally the more stripes you have, or the bigger the stripes are, the higher the rank."

Hunter will gladly take this opportunity to guide his fingertips over the stripes that decorate Jim's uniform. "And everyone who wears a shirt like this, is working for Starfleet in some fashion?"

"There were a lot of people boarding shuttles..." It sort of blows his mind that one organization could employ so many people.

Since Hunter is inspecting Jim's sleeve more closely, he may notice that the two outer stripes are noticeably wider than the thin middle stripe, explaining the remark about the rank stripes being different sizes sometimes. "Yeah, everyone wearing this symbol is Starfleet," Jim confirms, tapping his other hand against the golden arrowhead on his chest.

He smiles a little at Hunter's other comment. "Enterprise's crew complement is four hundred thirty-two, including myself. Not everyone down there was one of mine, though. Probably a third of them are Enterprise crew heading home for shore leave. Potemkin and Minnesota just got into Spacedock this morning, so chances are good they make up the bulk of the rest."

His fingers lightly trace over the larger outer stripe, before moving to the smaller middle stripe, and finally to the last larger outer stripe. "You have a sexy little sandwich going here...." He smirks.

"That is incredible. We don't really have any businesses that employ that many people all at once."

"Rank hath its privileges," Jim says with a slightly dirty grin. "But if you think this is sexy, you should see what our dress uniforms look like." Ah, perhaps one day.

"Not even your military?" he asks as they resume the tour, heading through the blast doors that welcome them into Main Engineering. It's a bit busier in here, again crewed by mostly red-shirts, work on consoles or inspecting enormous coolant tanks that tower from floor to the top of the high ceiling. In the center of the room is a massive white structure shaped roughly like an upside-down dome, thrumming enough that they can feel it through the deckplates under their boots.

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"Mmmmm something to fantasize about. You. A dress uniform. And your sexy Captain's voice."

Hunter tilts his head, then nods slightly. "I guess I didn't think about the military about being an employee. But they do provide a career for hundreds of people."

He looks around Main Engineering, and has to stop at the large coolant tanks that tower over him. And then, the upside-down dome. He sort of tilts his head, as if trying to figure out what it is. He can feel is thrumming underneath him.

"Is that the ship's engine?"

Jim also nods. "Starfleet's more like the merchant marines than a military navy, but a lot of the structure's similar."

And of course he has to point out minor features here and there, but Hunter's question draws attention to the most prominent part of Main Engineering, the whole reason for the party in the first place. "Not the engine itself, but the power source," he says, nodding towards the structure. "That's the Enterprise's warp core. Without that, we go pretty much nowhere."

"A warp core." Hunter repeats. By the confusion in his voice, it might be evident that this is something else that he has never heard about.

"Matter-antimatter reactor," Jim explains further, and as they circle around the massive structure, Hunter might catch sight of a transparent door leading inside the warp core, the familiar symbol for radiation etched into the surface. "It's a lot more powerful than the nuclear reactors of the twenty-first century, but also safer," he adds, hopefully forestalling any fearful reaction to that news.

"It's the primary power generator for the whole ship, but more importantly, it's what makes faster-than-light travel possible."

"Wow..." Hunter keeps his eyes on the warp core as they circle around the massive structure. And he is glad to hear that it is safe to be so close to it, even with the radiation symbol etches into the surface of the transparent door.

"And that is how you travel to other planets quickly?"

Jim nods, and begins to lead Hunter towards what looks something like a futuristic elevator, and the door slide open at their approach automatically. "The warp core powers the nacelles, those twin structures you saw on the back of the ship. They generate a subspace bubble that distorts the fabric of space, and that bubble basically gets flung through space with us along for the ride."

When the lift door slides closed, Jim says, "Deck Nine." There's no physical sensation of motion, but lights speed past the transparent parts of the lift, and when the doors open, they're greeted by a white circular corridor that curves away to both sides.

Hunter follows Jim into the futuristic elevator. He doesn't see any buttons to press, and was beginning to wonder how they move, when Jim speaks and suddenly the lights speed past the transparent parts of the lifts.

"Is there any sensation of that distortion of space?"

"Besides the engine vibrations, no, not unless something's broken. The physics are kinda complicated."

The corridor seems to loop around in one massive circle, with straight corridors cutting through like spokes on a wheel, leading further inward or outward. "I figure we'll skip the more boring parts of the ship," Jim says with a grin. "Unless you really wanna see storage and laundry."

"While I am sure I could find ways to make those 'boring' parts of the ship less boring... I would really like to see as much as possible today." Hunter chuckles.

Jim has to agree. He doesn't skimp on the bits of the ship that they do tour, however.

One thing that seems consistent in this part of the Enterprise is the shining white and silver interior, more modern and futuristic than the somewhat submarine-like aesthetic of Main Engineering. The brig takes it to an extreme, a large circular room with recessed cells built into the walls, blocked from access by a clear, seemingly-solid wall. It's empty at the moment, thank goodness, and the desk at the center of the room is crewed by a single red-shirted crewman, who nods politely to the captain and his visitor as they pass through.

After the brig, Jim takes Hunter around to the science labs, where any personnel present seem to be clad in blue, and there are multiple experiments in progress. "Don't ask me specifics on what they're doing," Jim says with a chuckle. "Every science department on the ship has access to the labs, and we've usually got anything from xenochemistry to theoretical physics being tested down here."

Hunter was a little curious about the brig. In a way, it made a little sense to him why a ship like the Enterprise would need one. And he had wondered about the invisible wall that blocked access to those who need to be placed here.

And then at the science lab, he pauses a little longer. He watches as the scientists work on their experiments.

"Sounds like a lot of work."

"It is," Jim agrees. "At its core, Starfleet's mission is exploration and the search for knowledge, and that never stops, not even when we're in port."

"And I feel a little overwhelmed. My thoughts right now are focused around exploring a certain Captain." Hunter whispers lowly in Jim's ear.

And there's still so much of the ship to see. But Jim understands. Enterprise is huge, and Hunter probably has never seen anything like her. "We could hit up the officer's lounge next, if you want. Should be empty."

"That would be great."

"I am enjoying everything that I am seeing." He clarifies softly. Not wanting Jim to think his girl is not being appreciated. She is.

"I just have never seen anything like this before. Any of it."

"I truly feel like the Country Mouse right now. A little lost in the big city."

Jim laughs a little, though he's not laughing at Hunter. "Which one of us grew up on a farm, again?" he asks rhetorically, but puts a hand casually around Hunter's waist. "Don't worry about it. Officer's lounge is up another deck."

The lounge is relatively small, but still comfortably spacious. The lights are dim at first, the room darkened so as to not waste power when no one is there, but they slowly brighten in response to the presence of people in the room. There are some comfortable-looking couches, and a full bar with actual bar stools bolted to the floor. One wall is transparent in part, providing a spectacular view of space, and a small slice of Earth as the Enterprise and Spacedock slowly rotate together, the moon visible in the far distance on the horizon.

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Hunter leans into the touch, sliding his hand around Jim's waist. A little glad that little personal displays of affection are not going to be considered inappropriate right now.

Hunter has to smile when he sees the full bar, and the couches. But of course, it is the transparent wall that attracts him the most. And he heads in that direction, to look down at the Earth, the Spacedock and the moon all at once.

"I have never seen anything so incredible."

Jim comes to stand next to him, also admiring the view. He's seen it before, of course, but it's still just as beautiful. "This is one of my favorite places on the ship, besides the observation deck."

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Hunter places his arm around Jim's waist again, once the Captain is standing next to him. And he leans his head onto Jim's shoulder.

"Observation deck? Where you just sit and observe?"

Jim puts his arm around Hunter, too. "Yeah. It's a bit more popular though, so it's usually not as private unless it's the middle of the night."

"Sort of the make-out point of the ship?" He grins.

Jim grins a little. "Among other things, yeah. It's part of the rec facilities, and if there's one thing every starship needs, it's a way for crew to let off steam when they're not on duty."

"I imagine it is important to have rec facilities on a ship like this one. Especially if people have been assigned to a longer mission, where they just feel a little caged."

"Do you find ways to let off steam?" Hunter whispers in his ear. His fingers trail lightly against his hip bone. It is sort of nice to just be content with the small gestures and flirting. And even if they are disturbed by a crew member, Hunter doesn't think he would let go of Jim too quickly right now.

Jim makes a pleased sound in his throat, shifting his own hand a little lower on Hunter's lower back. "Not that kind, not with my crew anyway. Spock and I play chess every week, and I spar with Sulu every now and then. And you already know about the books."

"Well, you have me in your life now for that kind of distraction." Hunter nuzzles his neck.

"I am glad to hear that the game of chess is still something of interest."

Jim leans into his touch, and it's still rather novel and quaint to him to be with someone so adorably prone to cuddling rather than just fast and dirty sex. Not what he's used to at all, but he certainly won't complain. "Do you play?"

"I do. I used to play with my tutor all the time." Hunter had to smile a little fondly. It is a little obvious that he had a crush of said tutor. "He was blind. And it was quite interesting that he would beat me every time, all the same."

"That's pretty cool. You and I've gotta play sometime."

"I would really like that." Hunter shifts his head slightly, so he can take advantage of the quiet moment and capture a soft kiss from Jim.

Jim responds with his typical enthusiasm, half tempted to lock the door with his override code and do some terribly indecent things to Hunter against the observation viewport. But they have yet to test out the bed in the captain's quarters, to see if it can be spacious enough for two fully grown men, and if he starts something now, they may never know.

"You want a drink?" he asks instead.

It is a good thing that Jim doesn't voice his temptations. Because the temptation of enjoying those indecent things, while also enjoying the view outside, would be a little difficult for Hunter to pass up.

"Sure. What were you drinking at the pub, the one after the Romulan Ale?"

Jim clears his throat. "You mean the totally legal and not at all Romulan ale," he says with a straight face (well, almost). "That was a Cardassian sunrise. It's kind of like a tequila sunrise but it uses Bajoran spiced rum instead of tequila."

Hunter has to laugh at Jim 'clarifying' his drink. It earns him another kiss.

"Can I have that?"

Hey, you can never be too careful. They are in Spacedock, after all, and Jim doesn't really want to risk someone overhearing something they shouldn't. He's already having a hell of a time trying to keep his juvenile delinquency out of the media spotlight.

"Sure. It's been a while since I made one but I remember the recipe just fine. Have a seat."

The captain steals a last kiss before moving behind the bar, delving into the liquor cabinet and collecting the bottles he'll need to create the drink. "I used to bartend at this place in Vancouver," he says as he works, grabbing a highball glass from the other cabinet. It looks glass, but sounds different as it clinks against the smooth bar top. "It was just for a few weeks but I learned how to make just about anything."

Hunter selects on of the bar stools to sit at, and smiles as he watches Jim work his magic behind the bar. "Did you have a lot of people wanting to express their problems to you?"

Jim's not quite as skilled as the barkeeps who make an entertaining show out of the act of creating a drink, but he has sure and steady hands as he pours, creating the gradual gradient of color in the glass. He chuckles a little at the question. "Sometimes. But most of the time, their problem was that they needed more shots," he says with a cheeky grin.

He slides the drink across the bar to Hunter with a practiced hand. "One Cardassian sunrise."

"Thank you, sweetheart." Hunter catches the drink as it is slide across to him. He takes a sip, letting the flavors dance against his tongue.

"Ever get behind the bar for your crew?"

Jim was going to have a brandy, but now that he's made one Cardassian sunrise and he has the ingredients out, it only makes sense to make a second one for himself instead. "Not really. Bones and I have taken turns tracking down booze for a good nightcap, but he's more a hard liquor guy than mixed drinks, so it's usually bourbon or something."

"You should make it a special event for your crew. They might enjoy seeing you behind the bar."

"Now that would be something to see," Jim says, laughing a little. "It's kind of funny... I actually first met a couple of my crew in a bar."

"You had mentioned meeting one when he was drunk, and you were hungover." Hunter remembers.

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Jim nods. "That was Bones, on the shuttle the morning after. We were the only two not in cadet red, and I was still covered in my own blood. We made a great pair."

"Maybe I can meet him someday. And your Spock too."

"Knowing Spock, he's probably still on board," Jim says, rolling his eyes slightly, but he's smiling a little. "He says that shore leave is unnecessary for Vulcans and that he thinks work is relaxing. What a weirdo."

"I can sort of relate. Sometimes, when I am at a canvas, I find it the most relaxing thing in the world. Time has no meaning. And nothing else seems to matter." Hunter chuckles lightly. "I have been known to work for hours, without remembering to eat. Or sleep."

Jim goes quiet, and looks down at his hands, busying himself with taking a drink from his glass. "I get the not sleeping part. But I don't think I'll ever get how people can forget to eat."

"Did something happen in your life that had to do with famine, or something similar?" Hunter keeps his voice gentle. He is here to listen, if Jim wants to talk. And if he is not ready, he won't be upset.

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Jim looks up sharply at the question. No one, no one, has ever asked him anything like that. Those that know the truth about Tarsus IV are in the minority, and Jim's involvement is classified, so even his closest friends have no idea he was there. But for some reason, it's a little easier to talk to Hunter about it, even if he is nowhere near ready to go into any amount of detail.

"I know what it's like to be hungry," he says, which might as well be a yes.

Hunter is a very observant person. This wasn't the first time that Jim had a negative reaction when the subject of going hungry had been mentioned. He had reacted when Hunter had talked about the homeless. And he had reacted when Hunter mentioned that he sometimes missed a meal.

And he is glad that he feels like he can talk to Hunter about it. Even if a lot of detail is not mentioned right now. Hunter leans over the bar, to place his hand on Jim's arm.

"That must have been difficult for you."

"Still is," Jim says, and he doesn't want to pull away for fear Hunter will think he's rejecting him, but the memories still make his skin crawl. "I can't talk about it."

"Then we won't." And Hunter will keep this fact in the back of his head, so he doesn't accidently upset Jim again.

He does run his thumb up to Jim's elbow.

"Thanks." Jim's voice is quiet, but there's an audible hint of appreciation that Hunter isn't pushing the subject. It's one reason why Jim has never said anything to Bones, even though as his personal physician, McCoy should have access to the captain's entire medical file, including the classified bits. He knows that the doctor's desire to fix anybody who's hurting might make him push a bit too much.

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Hunter lets the moment be quiet. As if respecting whatever past that Jim is unable to talk about.

Then he tips his glass curiously. "Tell me about some of the different Alien cultures that you have met, so far."

Jim's mood is a bit subdued, but he all but jumps at the chance to change the topic. "We haven't had a real first contact in a while, but after we're done here at Earth, we're supposed to go survey this planet called Nibiru, out in Beta Quadrant. It's got a pre-industrial species, so we're not supposed to contact them directly, but if there ends up being a good spot to watch 'em from a distance, Starfleet might open up a long-distance cultural study."

"Are there stories about the first-time that humans had first contact?" Hunter is a little curious.

Great question to lighten Jim's mood a bit. "Oh yeah, absolutely. It wasn't long after the third World War, and humanity as a whole was in a bad spot, but this one man - Doctor Zephram Cochrane - decided to retrofit an old nuclear rocket to experiment with faster-than-light travel. A Vulcan ship just happened to be passing by when he did his first warp flight test; they'd surveyed Earth before but dismissed humans as too primitive, especially since we were usually bombing each other. A warp signature from Earth got their attention, and they realized that humanity had gotten its shit together and discovered warp, so they landed and introduced themselves to Cochrane. Must've been a hell of a shock for everyone in Bozeman."

"And so it was the Vulcans who first made contact with us." Hunter has to chuckle lightly. He can understand how humans could be seen as 'primitive'.

"Yeah. When I called them humanity's oldest friends, I wasn't exaggerating." This time, anyway.

Jim smiles a little. "Vulcans live longer than humans, usually around two hundred years, but it's still kinda mind-boggling when I remember that the first Vulcan to say hi to a human was Spock's great-grandpa."

"That would be a little confusing to wrap your head around."

"How did Starfleet get organized?"

"That's a really long, boring bit of history, actually. It was a really gradual thing. In a lot of ways, Starfleet's still changing to adapt. We're already a little different from the future that old Spock showed me."

"I guess it is important to continue to adapt and change. To make your own destiny in a way."

"There's a saying that Vulcans have, something their most famous philosopher once said: 'We have differences. May we, together, become greater than the sum of both of us.' It's pretty much true no matter what way you look at it." Jim raises his mostly-empty glass in a casual salute.

"Sounds like something to drink to," Hunter raises his mostly-empty glass too. And finishes it off.

Jim drains his glass too, a few shards of ice still clinging to the sides as he tilts it back and swallows. "That hits the spot."

"It does." And it makes him feel all warm inside. But being near Jim makes him feel that way too.

"So... am I allowed to see where you take command of your ship?"

Jim collects their empty glasses and puts them in a sterilization unit in the wall, a brief glowing light cleaning them in an instant. "That depends," Jim answers, putting his captain face back on, at least in part. "Civilians are allowed on the bridge at the captain's discretion, but you aren't allowed to touch anything. I know it'll be hard to keep your hands to yourself," he adds, a slightly mischievous and flirty look in his eye. "Think you can do that?"

Hunter feels that warmth in his belly get even warmer when Jim uses that captain persona. Even the little touch makes him feel tingly all over.

"Keep me hands to myself..." His eyes rove down Jim's body. Smirking all the same at that mischievous look.

"I will do my best."

He grins a little. "You have no idea how sad it is that I'll never be able to have sex in the command chair," he laments out loud, and gestures for Hunter to follow him, heading back towards the turbolift.

Hunter has to pause for a moment, before he stands to follow Jim. The lamentation almost sounds like a desire that Jim has. And he does enjoy finding ways to make Jim's desires a reality.

But it also sounds like there are reasons for his desire to be uncompleted.

And so he finds himself in an unusual situation. "Is that right?"

"Yep. Even if there wasn't someone else on the bridge at all times, the security feed would catch it and I'd get court martialed for 'conduct unbecoming' or something." Alas, it seems that this fantasy must remain as such.

"Deck One," Jim commands the lift, and it whisks them away to the top of the Enterprise's saucer section.

The bridge is an enormous circular room, consoles laid out to encircle the chair at the center, which looks out over the helm and navigations console, and the large transparent window at the very front of the bridge. The view from here is slightly less spectacular at the moment, given that Enterprise is docked, so much of the view is taken up by the large metal and glass behemoth that is Spacedock. But stars can be seen beyond the bulk of the station, and the distant light of the sun. Most of the consoles stand empty, but there are a few crewmen at work running various diagnostics, and they do not look up at the sound of the lift opening.

The center chair is occupied by a young man in science blue, a man with upswept pointed ears and a greenish tinge to his skin. He has two thick rank stripes on his uniform's wrists, and he stands as he notices who has entered the bridge. "Captain," the man says, his voice deceptively emotionless. Dark eyes quickly flick over Hunter, as well, a passionless assessment of the unfamiliar man. "I was not aware you were still aboard," he says, his gaze traveling back to the captain.

"I'm just giving a friend the tour while we're in port," Jim says, relaxed and unconcerned by his crewman's apparently unreadable face. "Hunter, this is Commander Spock, my first officer."

Hunter is very glad that Jim clarified about the security feed. Otherwise he would have been tempted to try something.

He looks around the enormous circular room, the chairs, the helm, the navigations. And the large view of the Spacedock just outside the ship. And seeing the other crewmen at work definitely puts any lingering thoughts of playfulness into the back of Hunter's mind.

Then his attention is taken by the young man in science blue. He doesn't react to the quick and passionless assessment from the other man. And when the Captain gives the introductions, he is glad to make the connection of who the young man is. That he is the Spock that Jim had spoken of so fondly.

Hunter assumes that Jim must have a lot of experience of being around someone who is so unreadable. The captain looks so relaxed and unconcerned.

"Nice to meet you. Commander Spock."

"Welcome." Spock inclines his head slightly, politely. "The Enterprise does not often entertain civilian guests," he adds, raising one razor-straight eyebrow.

"I've been wanting to show Hunter around for a while," Jim says with a shrug, and turns toward him. "So this is where the magic happens. Anything in particular catch your eye?"

Hunter feels a little 'put in his place' by Spock when he said that. And he takes the clue from Jim on how to act.

"Everything." Hunter flashes a bright smile. And he winks at Jim, the only flirting that he can do right now.

"It must be so incredible to be in command here." And he has so many questions. But not sure how to ask them.

Jim finds Spock so easy to read, thanks to the mind meld with the older Spock, that he sometimes forgets how Vulcans might appear to those who aren't used to them. So he thinks nothing of Spock's curious reaction, clearly wondering if Hunter is more to Jim than just a friend.

"It's still a real head trip sometimes," he agrees with Hunter, smiling. "But there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

"Is the center chair normally yours, when you are here?" He sort of wants to see Jim in his command chair.

"Yep. Spock minds the store when I'm busy," Jim says, and gives Spock a look, raising both eyebrows.

Whatever that look means, Spock is apparently observant enough to understand what his captain wants without needing to hear the words, raising his eyebrow again. "With your leave, captain, I must take a moment to monitor the progress of a simulation I am running," the Vulcan says, and moves across the bridge to his station, giving them at least the illusion of privacy, and temporarily turning the command chair over to the captain.

The silent communication between the captain and Spock makes Hunter wonder just a little if the Vulcan is telepathic at all. He doesn't have much in the way of mind shielding. So he really hopes not.

His attention turns to Jim, when the command chair is turned over to him. And he has a goofy look on his face.

"Is it good to be home again?"

Even though he's officially off-duty, it seems a little weird to be on the bridge without sitting down, so Jim takes his rightful place in the captain's chair, lounging in it almost like a king on his throne. "Oh yeah, absolutely. I swear this thing's starting to shape itself to my ass," he says, grinning. "It's like she was made for me."

Hunter can see how Jim is so relaxed, and yet still in command, as soon as he sits on the chair. And he really has to resist the temptation to touch him right now. He just looks so regal. And commanding.

His eyes flicker over him, memorizing every muscle, the way he sits there, to capture it in his mind. Another drawing on his 'must-do' list.

"You look absolutely handsome in that chair." He really doesn't care if someone overhears him. Because Jim was made for that chair.

"Damn straight I do." Never let it be said that Jim Kirk is a modest man. But he also smiles in appreciation of the compliment, and not just because of the sentiment expressed. The man responsible also deserves his appreciation. "Being captain's probably the hardest job I've ever done, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"I am sure you are a great captain." Hunter places his hands behind his back. For a man who wears his heart on his sleeve, it is very challenging for him not to be displaying affection right now. To not voice every thought that is racing through his head.

He turns slightly, standing near the captain's chair, so he can see out the window to the sight before him. And get a brief insight of what Jim must get to see every day he sits there.

"The things you must see. The places you must explore."

"I am in awe."

For Jim, having a familiar presence at his shoulder is second nature, comfortable and familiar. Granted, it's usually Bones or Spock, and Hunter's not in a Starfleet uniform, but it's close enough. And Jim leans back comfortably in the chair, wishing they were out in deep space, exploring the great unknown. "'For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream,'" he agrees, using another man's words yet again, finding the sentiment appropriate as ever.

Hunter glances down at Jim, smiling softly at the sight of him so comfortable in his chair. And he has to clasp his hands together, so he doesn't reach out to tussle his fingers through Jim's hair right now.

"Van Gough. An artist that I certainly admire. I considered myself quite fortunate to be invited to one of the galleries that had some of his works on display. And that they had asked me to contribute a piece to the general viewing area."

Jim swivels the chair a little to face more toward Hunter, looking up at him with interest. "What'd you submit?"

"A large canvas that depicted the bright green eyes of Kendra." Hunter purposely doesn't describe her as the witch right now. "They told me that it had an ethereal look. That one could get lost in her eyes."

Jim smiles a little. "So long as one can find their way back out again."

"That is very true." Hunter has to laugh softly. Due to Kendra's magic, there had been a experience of him actually being 'pulled' into her eyes, and seeing illusions of something that she wanted to tell him. But that story will wait for another time.

He looks around the control room again. Noting all the controls and the different people working at them, he assumes that must be how they fly the giant ship.

"You must have a great team."

"The best," Jim agrees, quiet but proud. "We're still hammering out a few personality conflicts but everyone's damn good at what they do, and I wouldn't trade a single crewman."

"Well those personality conflicts happen in any line of work." Hunter notes softly. It was also nice that so far, they haven't had anyone who really took a 'second look' at him. Hunter is used to people openly reacting with curiosity or surprise to see the prominent tattoos on his face.

"And I am sure none of them would ever trade you in."

Hunter will probably not get too many surprised looks at his appearance while he's here. While there will always be bigots of some kind, no matter where you go, citizens of the Federation as a whole are so used to encountering hundreds of alien species with all kinds of appearances that Hunter's markings barely even register. Any curious looks are more because he's a civilian among Starfleet officers.

Jim smiles a little at that. "When my field promotion was made permanent, over eighty percent of the crew requested assignment to Enterprise. That gives me the youngest crew in the fleet, but we've got that kind of bond you can't get any other way than trial by fire."

"I can't imagine that kind of bond." Hunter has friends, but he doesn't have that connection of people through his work. Sure, he knows most of the gallery owners, but there is no deep connection there.

"The youngest and the hottest crew?" He teases lightly.

"Oh, absolutely," Jim agrees instantly, grinning. "Record-breaking in age and gorgeous looks. Not that I picked my crew based on that or anything, it's just a bonus."

"Gorgeous enough to all be movie stars." Hunter winks playfully.

He is glad that he was able to see this for himself. Even though the ship isn't traveling through space right now, the experience is still one-of-a-kind for him. And especially getting to see Jim in his captain chair. He has a little bit more respect for the other man. And he can see the respect that his crew has for him too. The most amazing thing about Jim's job is that he gets to change destiny. He gets to explore the unknown and make great discoveries.

"Did I tell you that you are amazing?" His voice is soft. Loving.

Jim's glad he's had the chance to show off the Enterprise too. Sure, it might be a bit arrogant of him, but he's proud of his ship and his people, and he's happy to have the opportunity to see someone else appreciate them all.

"You did, but I can always stand to hear it again." He smiles a little, and stands. "Ready to continue the tour?" There is at least one more stop they have to make.

"Yeah..." Hunter takes one more look around the ship. There have been so many things that have inspired him today.

"I hope you saved the best for last." He smiled.

"Of course." Jim waggles his eyebrows slightly, before he turns towards the science station. "Spock, you have the conn."

Spock looks up, and nods. "Yes, captain. Enjoy your leave." He looks over at Hunter also, his face still nearly expressionless, as it usually is. "Enjoy your tour also, Hunter."

"Thank you..." Hunter nervously laughs. He is not used to seeing no expression on a person's face. Especially as a portrait artist, when it is those expressions that inspire new creations. "It was nice meeting you."

Spock inclines his head a little. "You as well."

Jim can tell that Hunter is nervous, though he can't tell if it's just because he's meeting an alien, or if it's because Spock is a Vulcan, particularly. He waits until they're in the turbolift to speak up about it, though, the lift speeding down to deck five. "You all right?"

Hunter runs a hand over his own head, nodding slightly. "My first time meeting someone who didn't show their emotions at all. His poker face must be killer."

"I study faces for a living. I use those little emotions to express myself in my art. And it just threw me a little."

He takes Jim's hands in his. "I hope I didn't make an ass out of myself."

Oh, well that makes sense. Jim squeezes Hunter's hands gently in his own. "No, you did just fine. He's a Vulcan; in their culture, logic is the most important thing, and showing emotion is seen as a lack of self-control. Most people think they plain old don't have 'em, but they do, it just takes a lot to get them to show it. Spock's only half-Vulcan, so I think he's tried to out-Vulcan the rest of his people to prove he fits in."

"I honestly couldn't tell if I was being weighed and judged, or not." Hunter shrugs his shoulders a little.

"You have a great connection with him. Just by non-verbal gestures, he knew what you wanted."

Jim pauses, replaying his memories of their brief interaction on the bridge. "Nah, he was just curious if we were serious or not. I've got a reputation for sharing a good night with all kinds of people, I just don't normally bring 'em home for a visit, you know?"

He's not surprised that Hunter picked up on the ease of communication between himself and Spock, though. "I'm pretty sure some of it's because of the mind meld with old Spock. Makes it easier to read him. And we've been running the bridge together for a year, so I've gotten practice figuring out what he's thinking."

Hunter arches an eyebrow at Jim's assessment of what Spock was curious about. Obviously their connection is quite strong for Jim to know exactly what was going on in the Vulcan's mind.

He isn't phased by the comment about Jim's reputation. And is a little flattered that Jim considered Hunter special enough to bring him to the control deck, when others had not been given the same invitation.

"Mind meld? Is that sort of like telepathy?"

The turbolift door opens, and Jim leads the way through the circular corridor, passing multiple doorways with name placards on them. "Yeah, Vulcans are touch-telepaths. Supposedly they can do longer-distance stuff too, but just with family or bondmates."

"So, my concern he was trying to read my mind was all in my head." Hunter chuckles.

Jim laughs out loud too. "Where else would it be?" he teases.

They don't have to walk very far before they reach a door whose nameplate reads JAMES T. KIRK, CAPTAIN. It slides open as it detects the assigned occupant's approach, revealing the captain's cabin.

Jim's quarters are comfortably spacious, divided into two sections by a half-wall. On one side, there is a desk equipped with a viewing monitor, currently powered down, and a chair that's bolted to the floor. This side of the room also holds a low table and a couple of chairs, a multi-level chessboard still displaying the end of a game in which the black king is checkmated. It's clearly the living area portion of the cabin, intended to entertain visitors or get work done while not on the bridge.

On the other side of the room, half-hidden behind the partial wall, is the captain's bunk, a relatively narrow mattress tightly fitted with gold and black sheets. A bedside table holds a few datapads and the bracelet Jim bought from Hunter, sitting on top of a dogeared copy of A Tale of Two Cities, its pages yellowed with age. A solid silver crate sits against one wall, presumably the one containing his collection of inherited books. The walls themselves are somewhat bare of decoration, though there is a transparent portion of the wall that leads to the outside.

There's another single door in the bedroom side of Jim's quarters, a small panel glowing green where a doorknob would be on an ordinary door, and a set of double-doors further along the wall.

"Home sweet home," Jim says with a smile.

Hunter is very impressed by how spacious Jim's quarters are. He was expecting something a little smaller, in all honestly.

He walks around the living area portion of the cabin, checking out the desk and chair (and half wondering if that half-wall could support a bookcase). He pauses at the multi-level chessboard. "Okay... I have never played it in this format."

He is also curious about the half-hidden side of the room. He had to smile at the gold and black sheets. And feels a warmth in his belly again at spotting the bracelet and the A Tale of Two Cities on his bedside table.

"This is very nice."

Jim grins at Hunter's comment on the chessboard. "It's a bit more challenging, but I could teach you if you're interested. Otherwise I've still got a two-dee board we can use."

And of course he's pleased to see that even his quarters hold an interest for his twenty-first century friend. "Most crew quarters are a little smaller. One of the privileges of command is having the best room on the ship, outside guest cabins."

"I am not going to back down from a challenge," Hunter takes another closer look at the chessboard. He is very curious about the different platforms.

Turning his attention back to the bedside half of the room, Hunter nods to the two doors. "I am guessing one of those leads to a washroom?"

He slides past Jim, close as possible, and has to run his fingers over the gold and black sheets. "And are these because of your rank, or just because you like the color scheme?" It is a good question to ask, if he is planning to surprise Jim with a few gifts later.

Jim nods in response to the question. "Yeah, the single door. Captain and first officer's quarters share a head, so the green light means it's unoccupied. Double doors are my closet."

He can't quite resist the very tempting opportunity to put his hands on Hunter as the other man goes by, spreading his fingers against Hunter's lower back. "Kinda both. Bed linens are standard issue, but black and gold are my colors."

"Man, I can't imagine sharing those facilities." Jim has been to Hunter's place. He has seen the large washroom, that comes complete with a double shower and a Jacuzzi tub. He is a little spoiled in what he was able to purchase.

Hunter leans into the touch at his lower back. He turns to capture those fingers in his. And pulls Jim towards him. "You do look good in gold and black."

Jim shrugs a little. "I'm used to it."

But he smiles a little wickedly when Hunter draws him closer, and he lowers his voice seductively. "And you look good in nothing at all."

"Is it the tattoos? The muscles? The combination of them both?" Hunter teases lightly as he removes his shirt.

"So few options!" Jim teases him right back, stripping out of his gold uniform shirt. He has another black, long-sleeved shirt on underneath it, also emblazoned with the Starfleet logo in charcoal gray, but he wastes no time divesting himself of this one also. "How come I've gotta choose?"

"You don't. You just get to enjoy it all." And Hunter leans back so he can climb onto that bed. "And just let me find all those ways to excite you."

The fact that Hunter enjoys finding ways to spoil his lover is something that Jim would have found out after their first evening together. Tonight is not going to be any different.

Jim is all for that plan, all but chasing Hunter down onto the narrow bunk, heedless of the way their movements wrinkle the military-neat sheets. He has far more important concerns at the moment. It's time to find out just whether or not this bed truly is big enough.

And if it's not, well, they're both creative.

[Awww. They are adorably flirtatious together]

[They so are. :P nice happy moments before Jim goes through some bad times]

[The drama queen in me is equally excited for the bad times. But I am glad that Jim has some happy moments beforehand]

[Haha me too. I've already put him through so much shit in fanfic and now RP!Jim has to deal with awful canon stuff. Things happen fast enough that he wouldn't really have time to contact Hunter during the crisis, but after that he's in a coma for two weeks and stuck in the hospital for weeks after. So am trying to figure what might be the best way to play it out. ;) I'm sure at the very least that Hunter would probably want to visit him during his recovery.]

[Hunter would worry a little when he doesn't hear from Jim for an extended period of time. Especially if he hears that Jim was in a coma for that time. Hopefully there is a way to play it out, even if it is after Jim is out of the hospital and tying up loose ends.]

[That's actually one reason I made sure Spock met Hunter - now he knows Jim is (sort of) seeing someone and they're friendly enough that it's clear Hunter isn't just a meaningless one-night stand, so he might think to go through Jim's contacts and send Hunter a message about it. I would be more than up for doing scenes with Jim in the hospital. ; D The only trouble is if he's still comatose, not much chance for interaction with Jim, lol. I have decent head voices for main crew but I don't know how you'd want to handle it.]

[Dreamwidth told me it posted my comment and now I don't see it so if you get two replies I apologize. I wanted Spock to meet Hunter on purpose with this in mind - now he knows that Jim is (sort of) seeing somebody and it seems at least a little more serious than a meaningless one-night stand, so he might think to go through Jim's contacts and send Hunter a message, after a little bit. I am more than willing to do hospital scenes :D But if Hunter visits while Jim is still comatose, he won't have Jim to interact with. My main crew headvoices are okay but I don't know how you feel about it.]

[There must have been a Dreamwidth lag. I never got the notification of the first message. Then I got two notifications, one for the first and the other for the second, when you posted this one.

That makes sense for Spoke to sending Hunter a message. I am game for Hospital Scenes. I also agree that the comatose scenes would be tougher... but that is why I love those little drama moments for. If you feel you are comfortable doing the main crew for a part of a scene where Jim is comatose, I am up for that. And then of course, he will be there once Jim is awake.]

[Yeah it's weird, the moment I submitted the second comment, the first one showed up for me too even though it was almost a half hour later.

Yay for hospital scenes! :D Now we just have to decide if we want to give any RL delay or just leap straight into it. ;) ]

[For my own RL, I do not work this weekend and would be able to post frequently. So I don't mind a leap into it]

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[I have a three day weekend also ('merican holidays, wooo). We are celebrating my older brother's birthday on one of those days though, so I may be out and about on one of those days but I don't know which yet.

BTW, I don't know about you but I find it amusing that so many years after we started doing Clark/April plots, we are once again playing a character with access to advanced technology who shows off the beauty of Earth from orbit to an artistic gentle soul type character. ;) Apparently we have a type, lol.]

Edited 2017-05-25 22:47 (UTC)

[Yah for three-day weekends. We just had our Victoria Day long day weekend. Forgot that Memorial day weekend follows in the States.

LOL. We certainly go for certain types of characters. It is great to have an opportunity to play through different RP options again. Feels good.]

[Yeah it does. :D

I will see if I can get a thread-starter up in a little bit.]

[Woot!]

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Giving the Tour [for losthunter]

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Sorry if link is funky, let me know if it doesn't work

worked fine. <3

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Sorry for all the edits, my link failed twice! Should work now.

silly links

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