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boldygoing) wrote2035-05-18 02:27 pm
boldygoing) wrote2035-05-18 02:27 pm
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Captain James Tiberius Kirk, USS Enterprise, is currently unavailable.
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Captain James Tiberius Kirk, USS Enterprise, is currently unavailable.
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So far, all of the gifts that Hunter has arranged have been held safe by Jim's crew, his closest friends and most loyal officers. All people that Hunter would have met during the captain's time at Starfleet Medical, and has gotten to know at least a little better since. But with only two nights left, and no more officers to hold gifts, Jim doesn't think that Hunter would repeat the same people. Who will the origami lead him to tonight?
When the note arrives, he takes his time contemplating it. The only other women from this Earth that Hunter has met are some of Jim's relatives, and he really hopes it's not his mother. She doesn't see the world as an endless possibility, as far as he knows, so he feels fairly confident in ruling her out as tonight's gift guardian.
So who is it?
Intelligence and boldness... Gryffindors are bold, right? Jim seems to remember Hermione saying something about that, when he'd asked about the Houses. He doesn't want to just show up without any warning though, especially since she's had uninvited guests in recent days, so he shoots off a quick message as he prepares to head out.
It's Jim. Mind if I drop in?
When the note arrives, he takes his time contemplating it. The only other women from this Earth that Hunter has met are some of Jim's relatives, and he really hopes it's not his mother. She doesn't see the world as an endless possibility, as far as he knows, so he feels fairly confident in ruling her out as tonight's gift guardian.
So who is it?
Intelligence and boldness... Gryffindors are bold, right? Jim seems to remember Hermione saying something about that, when he'd asked about the Houses. He doesn't want to just show up without any warning though, especially since she's had uninvited guests in recent days, so he shoots off a quick message as he prepares to head out.
It's Jim. Mind if I drop in?
Edited 2017-12-19 00:52 (UTC)
I was actually expecting a visit from you today. Come on over. I have some tea made!
Looks like the riddle was hinting that Hermione was included in safe-keeping a gift.
Looks like the riddle was hinting that Hermione was included in safe-keeping a gift.
Well, that’s good enough for him. Jim still has the coordinates for her cottage from the last time he paid a visit, so it’s a simple matter to call them up and step through.
“Permission to come aboard?” he calls out, a small smile on his face. Her place is much cozier and welcoming than the basic flat he’s currently living in, and despite his usual holiday mood, he’s looking forward to spending a little time with a friend, away from the responsibilities of Starfleet.
“Permission to come aboard?” he calls out, a small smile on his face. Her place is much cozier and welcoming than the basic flat he’s currently living in, and despite his usual holiday mood, he’s looking forward to spending a little time with a friend, away from the responsibilities of Starfleet.
Crookshanks comes racing down the hallway at the sound of his voice... moving as fast as his old cat legs can carry him. He is chirping a greeting. Over here! I'm over here!
When he gets closer, he rubs up against Jim's legs.
"Permission granted Captain!" Hermione's voice comes from the kitchen. There is the smell of fresh-baked bread wafting down the hallway.
Crookshanks will lead the way. He chirps again. Follow him!
When he gets closer, he rubs up against Jim's legs.
"Permission granted Captain!" Hermione's voice comes from the kitchen. There is the smell of fresh-baked bread wafting down the hallway.
Crookshanks will lead the way. He chirps again. Follow him!
“Hey, Crookshanks.” Jim bends for a moment to pat the kneazle’s head in greeting, before following the feline towards the kitchen. Jim may not have a ton of happy memories with most of his family, but the smell of fresh bread is one of them, a warm comfort that reminds him of his grandmother’s cooking. Better days, perhaps. Younger days, anyway.
It’s enough to make him relax a little, as he and Crookshanks seek out the lady of the house.
It’s enough to make him relax a little, as he and Crookshanks seek out the lady of the house.
As he enters the kitchen, Hermione is pulling out fresh hot-cross buns from the oven. There is a nice selection of jams and jellies on the table.
"Hi Jim! Take a seat!" There is a light covering of snow in the garden right now. Crookshanks jumps up on a cat perch, that is near the table.
There is a small gift-wrapped package on the table too.
"Hi Jim! Take a seat!" There is a light covering of snow in the garden right now. Crookshanks jumps up on a cat perch, that is near the table.
There is a small gift-wrapped package on the table too.
Jim has never really had a problem making himself comfortable in unfamiliar places, so he doesn’t hesitate one moment before claiming a seat at the table. “I didn’t know you baked, too. Those smell pretty good.”
He casts a curious glance at the gift. It’s pretty small, as most Hanukkah presents tend to be, though it doesn’t give him any hints as to what it might be. After six nights, he still isn’t entirely sure what to expect. But maybe part of the point is for him to get out more, stop holing up at his apartment so he doesn’t have to deal with the same old nonsense he usually gets from people this time of year. Pitying looks, ‘your father was a hero,’ ‘tell us what it’s like to follow in his footsteps,’ that kind of thing. Whether or not that’s what Hunter meant to do, the break from all that has been a relief.
He casts a curious glance at the gift. It’s pretty small, as most Hanukkah presents tend to be, though it doesn’t give him any hints as to what it might be. After six nights, he still isn’t entirely sure what to expect. But maybe part of the point is for him to get out more, stop holing up at his apartment so he doesn’t have to deal with the same old nonsense he usually gets from people this time of year. Pitying looks, ‘your father was a hero,’ ‘tell us what it’s like to follow in his footsteps,’ that kind of thing. Whether or not that’s what Hunter meant to do, the break from all that has been a relief.
"I learned how to bake from my mother. And without my parents around, it just became second nature for me." Plus it was a handy skill, when Harry and Hermione were on the run from the Dark Lord. It meant that they could enjoy a good dessert, even when times were tough.
She sees him measuring the gift with a look. "It is your gift. You do not have to wait for me to open it. I am here to explain a little about it."
The note on the gift express Hunter's deepest desire for Jim.
I hope you can always feel free to express your thoughts
She sees him measuring the gift with a look. "It is your gift. You do not have to wait for me to open it. I am here to explain a little about it."
The note on the gift express Hunter's deepest desire for Jim.
I hope you can always feel free to express your thoughts
Well, that just gets him even more curious. "It needs explaining?"
Jim pulls the gift closer, reading the note scrawled on the package, before he begins to unwrap it. He's never really gotten many gifts before, so he's not sure if he's supposed to be all careful and methodical about it... but that's not really his style anyway. He tears at the paper, intrigued to see what Hunter has chosen for him this time.
Jim pulls the gift closer, reading the note scrawled on the package, before he begins to unwrap it. He's never really gotten many gifts before, so he's not sure if he's supposed to be all careful and methodical about it... but that's not really his style anyway. He tears at the paper, intrigued to see what Hunter has chosen for him this time.
"There are a few enchantments on it..."
Hermione brings the baking to the table, and waits for Jim to unwrap his gift. She smiles, watching him tear at the paper. Crookshanks jumps onto the table, attacking a stray piece of wrapping paper. He is helping.
Inside the gift is a empty journal. The cover is painted with the star constellations (as seen from Earth). As soon as Jim touches the book, the constellations move, floating across the journal cover.
"The journal is bonded to you, and only you Jim. No matter what you write in it... no one else will be able to read what you write. Not even me. Not even Hunter."
Hermione brings the baking to the table, and waits for Jim to unwrap his gift. She smiles, watching him tear at the paper. Crookshanks jumps onto the table, attacking a stray piece of wrapping paper. He is helping.
Inside the gift is a empty journal. The cover is painted with the star constellations (as seen from Earth). As soon as Jim touches the book, the constellations move, floating across the journal cover.
"The journal is bonded to you, and only you Jim. No matter what you write in it... no one else will be able to read what you write. Not even me. Not even Hunter."
An actual paper book. Not quite as rare in Hunter's time as it is in Jim's, but still a treasure nonetheless. The moving stars catch his attention immediately, and he watches in fascination as they drift across the cover only to reappear on the other side, like watching the night sky wheeling overhead.
Jim has kept a captain's log, during his time in command of the Enterprise, but it's something that's audio only, spoken aloud, and subject to review by Starfleet at their leisure. He runs his hand over the cover, flipping it open to see the blank pages inside, just waiting to be written.
"That's... really cool." He honestly doesn't know what to say. "I'd bet you helped with that, right? Thank you."
Jim has kept a captain's log, during his time in command of the Enterprise, but it's something that's audio only, spoken aloud, and subject to review by Starfleet at their leisure. He runs his hand over the cover, flipping it open to see the blank pages inside, just waiting to be written.
"That's... really cool." He honestly doesn't know what to say. "I'd bet you helped with that, right? Thank you."
"I did."
"It has an extension charm on the pages, so you can write for years without running out of paper. It also has several protection charms, so it can not be destroyed by any physical and magical means. And if you ever have to leave it behind... you just have to think about the journal, and it will reappear at your side."
"It has an extension charm on the pages, so you can write for years without running out of paper. It also has several protection charms, so it can not be destroyed by any physical and magical means. And if you ever have to leave it behind... you just have to think about the journal, and it will reappear at your side."
Years? He'd thought it was impressive before, but that's... above and beyond anything he would've expected from a present like this. And being able to summon it at will? "I'd ask you how that works, but I'm pretty sure the answer is 'magic.'"
"Actually... my gift to you is this..." Hermione places a binder onto the table, which has a little red bow on it. Inside is a detailed report about the science, behind the magic, which made the gift possible.
She knows him so well already. Jim takes the binder and pages through it, just enough to get the gist of what he's looking at. It's damn near as comprehensive as the kind of report he'd get on the ship. "You compiled all this yourself?"
On the eighth and final night of Hanukkah, an origami wolf appears from Jim's PINpoint. It walks gracefully across the table. And actually howls soulfully, before bowing, and unfolding itself into a note form.
In the hands of he who will always be there for you
You will find a way to mend the broken pieces
Delivered by compassion, understanding and love.
In the hands of he who will always be there for you
You will find a way to mend the broken pieces
Delivered by compassion, understanding and love.
"Yes. I found some wonderful research material in the Grand Library, so that I could compile the facts and figures into a more translatable manner."
"Hermione, this is... fantastic. Thank you." The amount of work she's put into this to appease his scientific curiosity is above and beyond what he ever would've asked for, and he's eager to spend a few hours reading it thoroughly to absorb it all. More research to pour into the fount of knowledge in his head, never knowing what might come in handy someday.
The sight of a wolf doesn't disturb Jim quite as much as it would have a month ago, still relatively fresh from the Nightmare, though the howl makes the little hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, a small shiver running up his spine as he reaches out to pick up the unfolded note. Tonight's riddle is... well. Obvious, when he sees the last word. Not his older counterpart, not this time. There's only one person this would be pointing him towards. It makes sense that he would have saved the best for last.
Jim does not send a message ahead of himself this time. He simply puts out the candles, and heads out to visit someone who has come to mean more to him than he'd ever put into words.
Jim does not send a message ahead of himself this time. He simply puts out the candles, and heads out to visit someone who has come to mean more to him than he'd ever put into words.
"I was more than happy to do it." It was a project! Hermione enjoys having a bunch of little projects to work on.
Since Hunter had received word that Jim has solved the rest of the riddles, he is very confident that his smart and intelligent boyfriend will solve the last one.
He has settled into the newly renovated apartment by this point. He is preparing a small box of supplies for the last gift to be given when Jim arrives. There is a casserole baking in the oven for supper too. Something that was already made and stored a while ago, but is easy enough for Hunter to prepare one-handed.
He has soft jazz playing in the background. And not a Christmas CD of jazz either. But just some of his favorite songs playing.
He has settled into the newly renovated apartment by this point. He is preparing a small box of supplies for the last gift to be given when Jim arrives. There is a casserole baking in the oven for supper too. Something that was already made and stored a while ago, but is easy enough for Hunter to prepare one-handed.
He has soft jazz playing in the background. And not a Christmas CD of jazz either. But just some of his favorite songs playing.
Jim isn't quite sure what to expect, when he arrives at the apartment. The music seems very non-festive but typical of Hunter's taste, and the smell of something in the oven reassures him that he's on the right track.
"This is one hell of an elaborate way to give gifts," he says, as he enters the apartment.
"This is one hell of an elaborate way to give gifts," he says, as he enters the apartment.
Hunter chuckles at that statement. He cross the apartment to welcome Jim with a one-handed embrace.
"Was it? I hoped to intrigue your mind, and your sense of adventure."
"Was it? I hoped to intrigue your mind, and your sense of adventure."
"Well, it got me out of the house," Jim answers, embracing the other man, giving him a brief kiss. This time of year, doing social things... not usually Jim's strong suit. This year, it's been more of a struggle than usual, with the aftermath of the Nightmare on top of everything else. Having an actual reason to go and talk to people, people who aren't about to say anything stupid about his dad or any of his other problems... it may have helped, a little.
"Good. I am glad." Hunter returns the brief kiss. That had been one of Hunter's main goals. To get Jim out of his hiding little by little. To help his boyfriend reconnect with the people that he will be spending the next five years with.
"So... as for the gift for tonight... you have to follow me to the pottery room."
"So... as for the gift for tonight... you have to follow me to the pottery room."
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