Captain's First LOL [for losthunter]

[boldygoing]

With the restrictions on his food intake finally lifted, and with months to go until the Enterprise is ready to fly again, Jim Kirk has had all the more reasons to visit the Nexus and explore, particularly the markets. Whether it's finding interesting otherworldly seedlings for Sulu, tracking down a source of authentic Vulcan kreyla for Spock, or bringing home volumes of Russian literature for Chekov, there's always something to bring back for somebody.

Jim's been warned about LOLs before. Both through the brochure he picked up the first time he arrived here, and by some Nexus veterans, namely Hunter and Samus. But in the months since he's been visiting the multiverse, he's still never seen the phenomenon, not even once.

And so it's easy to forget for a moment that he has to be cautious.

He's discovered a Jewish cafe on one corner of the commercial district that's offering free samples to passersby, and it's been ages since he's had real, hand-made vorschmack on rye. So he doesn't think twice before accepting one of the samples on offer, and there's nothing to indicate that there's anything in it other than the usual bread, fish, and other typical ingredients he'd expect. At least, not until the woman running the sample cart asks him how he likes it.

Jim fully intends on simply complimenting her on the flavor of the food, but what comes out instead is, "It's good but not as good as my Grandma Ruth used to make." He blinks in confusion. "I don't know why I just said that. I wasn't going to tell you that." And again... he says more than he intended.

"Oh dear," the woman says, looking mournfully at the sample tray. "I used the wrong seasoning again. Sorry about that." And then she whisks the tray away, vanishing into the depths of the cafe with no explanation or any indication that she plans to return.

And only now does Jim remember the warnings he was given.

"Oh shit. This is not good." He doesn't know what the hell it's done to him, aside from making him chattier than he intended to be, but he doesn't want to go home like this. Especially not when he can't be certain there won't be more coming. And there's only one person he knows he can go to for help.

Jim calls up the coordinates for Hunter's apartment, hurrying to get his ass over there, muttering to himself under his breath.

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[losthunter]

"I am a big hugger when it comes to my friends." Hunter chuckles lightly.

He has to keep himself from asking a question in relation to Jim's statement, since he doesn't want another truth-bomb to be set off.

"Maybe we should have lunch? It might help reduce the effects of the LOL if you get something else into your system."

[boldygoing]

"I like that about you. I don't care that I've got paint on me now." Fortunately Jim isn't wearing anything that he cares about keeping paint-free.

"Is that how it works?" he asks, as they pull apart from the hug. "I don't ever turn down food when someone offers unless they don't get to eat too."

[losthunter]

"One of these days, we are going to get one of those paint kits... for the bedroom... and have a little fun." Hunter chuckles again.

"I'm hoping..." Hunter stands to head to the kitchen. "And I have enough for the both of us to have a light lunch."

[boldygoing]

"Body paint? Sexy. I'm game. Pretty sure it's not acrylic though. Does this stuff wash off?" Jim asks, raising his eyebrows.

He follows Hunter towards the kitchen, and the way that sentence was worded sparks off a mild worry that Jim normally wouldn't mention. "It's not gonna empty your pantry, right?"

[losthunter]

"No. We would be using a special water-based cosmetic paint that is safe to get on the skin." Hunter smiles. "Yes. The acrylic washes off."

"No. My pantry is pretty stocked up right now."

[boldygoing]

That eases up some of Jim's irrational worries about it. "Good. I don't want to be a pain about it or anything but the idea of making someone else run out of food freaks me out even if it's easy to get more. I keep food stashed in my quarters on the Enterprise even though I'm only three decks away from the officer's mess." He hadn't meant to say that much, but he's starting to get used to the fact that he's not able to censor his thoughts for the immediate future. "I think Bones suspects because he caught me hoarding ration bars in our dorm room back at the Academy but he hasn't said anything."

[losthunter]

"Does it concern you that it was something food-related that caused the LOL?" Hunter sets out a few plates. He starts pulling some meats and cheeses out of his fridge.

[boldygoing]

Jim has to wash his hands before he can participate in preparing lunch, since he has paint on his hands. Normally he'd downplay his fears, but he has no choice right now, and he tries not to let that get to him. "Yeah, it's terrifying." His tone of voice does a much better job of hiding how strongly he feels about this, used to keeping his fears hidden away beneath a well-practiced calm, but he can't avoid the words that reveal the truth. "Food means survival and I can't just avoid it, and there's no way to tell if it's harmless or not until it's too late. Samus did warn me what to watch out for if people were doing it on purpose but this wasn't."

[losthunter]

"Even if it was accidental, others need to know about the place, and be wary for the future." Hunter points out. He pulls out a knife and cutting board. Then places both in front of Jim, with some cheese, so he can help in the food preparation.

[boldygoing]

Jim pitches in, but he hesitates for a moment as a thought occurs. "How do you know if your own food is safe?"

[losthunter]

"I purchase from vendors who have their Nexus food services certificate. Or someone that Schön has personally vouched for."

"But..." Hunter frowns for a moment. "Nothing is really safe."

[boldygoing]

"Having your food tampered with is one of the scariest things I can think of. Wasting food is worse." Which means that, paranoid about the food or not, he's still not going to turn down lunch, and he moves to continue helping to prep the light meal. "I see people do it all the time and it drives me crazy."

[losthunter]

"I can relate to that a little." After all, Hunter spent some time on the streets. He remembers so much wasted food just being thrown away. And so many people who were homeless digging through the trash for that food.

"How long did it take before food insecurities were fixed, in your world?"

[boldygoing]

Jim hates talking about this even more than his nightmares, a much older, deep-seated set of fears and nightmares that've been part of him since he was a kid. But he can't avoid it or sugercoat his answer or even change the subject, compelled to respond, and answer truthfully. "The resupply ship showed up two months after the executions and it was still a month ahead of schedule. Shit. Fuck." He sets down the knife before his hands start to shake a little. And because he can't avoid speaking his thoughts, the next part is muttered to himself, but still audible. "It was thirteen years ago, Kirk, get a fuckin' grip."

[losthunter]

Hunter had not meant his question to lead to Jim being forced to answer about his food insecurity experience. He had more wanted to know how long it had taken Earth to correct things, so no one would go hungry anymore.

And he sets down his own knife, so that he can move behind Jim and just hold him.

It is more than upsetting to hear that there had been executions because there had not been enough food to feed everyone.

"Hey... you are allowed to be upset about it."

[boldygoing]

His question had been ambiguous enough that Jim's first association is with the personal, rather than historical, implications of the question. And once again, it's too late to change his response, his body tense under Hunter's hands.

"He killed half the colony," Jim says, a fact that still strikes him to his heart even though it was years and years ago. "Four thousand people."

[losthunter]

"Fuck Jim..." Hunter can not even comprehend experiencing something like that. He leans into the other man, placing his head on the other man's shoulder.

It is very shocking to hear some of the things that Jim has been dealing with privately. That no one else would know.

"You can have a safe-stash of food here, if you want."

[boldygoing]

Jim can't look at him, since Hunter is behind him, but he does reach up to put his hands on Hunter's, where they're clasped over his chest. There's an odd warmth in his core, a spark against the cold, dark memories of Tarsus IV. "It wouldn't bother you? It bothered Bones."

[losthunter]

"No. It wouldn't bother me." Hunter could suggest some places that a safe-stash could be kept.

"As long as it isn't in the art studio, where cross contamination might happen..."

[boldygoing]

"That's fine. I wouldn't want any of it to get ruined by getting paint or clay or something on it." To him, that'd be as bad as deliberately wasting it.

[losthunter]

"Exactly..." Hunter gives Jim another hug. "But if you see a spot that looks like it would work... go ahead and use it."

[boldygoing]

"It's your home, Hunter, I don't want to hide anything like a squirrel burying acorns for winter or something stupid like that." Jim sighs a little, the glimpse of humor only a brief one. "I know damn well that it's not going to happen again but I worry about it all the time, and I'm not supposed to even let anyone know I was on Tarsus Four in case they ever catch Kodos and I have to testify. There were only nine witnesses to the massacre who survived and witness protection doesn't work if you talk to a counselor about it."

[losthunter]

"Careful with that squirrel comment... some Nexus LOLs have been known to turn humans into animals."

Hunter returns to his side of the kitchen counter, to go back to frying up some meat and eggs to go with the cheese.

"Well, this is another one of those incidents where I know about it now, so you have the option of talking to me about it."

[boldygoing]

"You've got to be shitting me," is Jim's unfiltered, somewhat amused response to the squirrel comment, but at least it's a less depressing thought than the horrible events he's been recalling.

"It was a horrible experience," Jim warns him, able to do that at least instead of just launching into a description of what he went through as a kid, trying to shift his focus to Hunter instead of Tarsus. "I don't think you want to hear it over lunch if you plan on eating it."

[losthunter]

"I have heard of it happening. Or the cliche of people becoming their costumes..."

Hunter nods in agreement. "Let us find something else for your motor mouth to focus on right now."

"I have hired a detective to find Austin." Hunter opts for taking about his life.