( closed ) I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain

[winscenario]

who: Jim Kirk & various
what: catch-all for several threads
when: late February, possibly through early March
where: various places around the Quarantine
warnings: nsfw in one thread

(( ooc: I'm just tossing starters in here for different people, but feel free to poke me through PM or @ extreminator if you'd like a thread with Jim, and we can work something out. Don't be shy! I won't bite. ;) ))

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for Emma

[winscenario]

Despite a few bumps and surprises along the way, the mission was overall a success. Everyone had made it back in one piece too, and after a couple of days for them all to get some well-deserved rest, Jim tried to get in touch with everyone, catch up a little and gather any information that someone may have forgotten to relay.

Plus, after chatting with Emma on that app, meeting for coffee at a quiet little café with a small collection of books for clients to peruse seemed pretty apt. When he got there before her, he picked a small table near some shelves with books and took a seat on one of the single couches, glancing towards the door every so often while he waited for her.

[thesavior]

Emma had spent some much needed time with Lucy and Victor, since they seemed so fond of each other, not that Emma minded because she was rather fond of Victor herself. She smiled when she stepped into the coffee shop, pulling her hat off now that she was inside.

She was glad to be back, on one hand, but she was also glad that she had accepted Jim's offer to go. She had managed to make some acquaintances so that was a good thing. Her mother kept preaching that there was strength in numbers.

"Hey there, You haven't been waiting long have you? Lucy was happy to have me home," She greeted.

[winscenario]

"Hey," he offered with a smile, sitting more upright as she made her way to the table. "No, don't worry. I literally just got here, haven't even ordered anything."

To that effect, he gestured for one of the servers to come over so they could place their order. "What are you having?"

for Christian

[winscenario]

[ Their plans to meet had been vague at best, and Christian hadn't really told him exactly what sort of surprises he'd be showing him, but Jim always did enjoy a good surprise. Well, he was sort of assuming it would be a good one, anyway. He'd be sorely disappointed if the guy just showed him some dumb card trick. (Or maybe not, maybe he'd be a little bit endeared.)

Anyway— back in the Quarantine, after a long shower, a long night's sleep and making himself look presentable again, Jim shot Christian a quick text just to let him know he'd be coming by the Institute as he said he would, just to be sure he'd be around. It wasn't the first time he visited, but then he had been on the moon for almost a year now, and he knew plenty of people who spent most of their days there. Only natural he'd been there before. Still, he didn't want to walk around like he knew the place too well, so he just asked for directions to where he could find him.

Once he makes his way there, there's a soft knock on the door, and Jim peers in, just to make sure he's in the right place. ] Christian?

[buildingcastles]

[ Christian had been given a little corner office, something small, but effective enough, and still more than he'd been offered by anyone professionally before. Unless you counted magic gifts, and those weren't things with the same kind of permanence or value as a place to be. He's set up in that little nook and when Jim comes to visit, he's still there with various notes and books spread out wherever he can place them. He's a little overenthusiastic when he gets Jim's message, sending back texts of directions with addends and cheerful greetings out of order. When Jim arrives, he looks up from his mess, quickly trying to hand comb his hair into shape as he stands. ]

You found it. I was just... cleaning.

[ Uh-huh. ]

How was the, uh, mission, Captain?

[ His lips tighten as he attempts not to wince at his own words. ]

[winscenario]

[ Jim's eyes do a quick sweep of the room, lingering here and there, but the mess doesn't seem to bother him much. Or at all, really. His attention quickly shifts to Christian, and his lips quirk into a smile as he steps into the office and closer to where the other man is. ]

Largely uneventful, but alright. We got the job done.

[ He stops by one of the tables, where one of the books is laid open, and he reaches up to let his fingertips run over the lines of text. God, he loves books so much. ]

And I'd vastly prefer Jim, please. [ He looks back up to Christian, giving him a slow once-over, his expression both pleased and a little teasing. ] You're much cuter in person.

for Dorian

[winscenario]

[ To say that Jim is eager to meet Dorian is putting it mildly. The mission has been pretty great in terms of clearing his head, actually, and once back in the Quarantine, he's determined to recharge his social batteries, which have been admittedly sorely overlooked for the past month or so.

Of course that's not the only reason he's excited to meet him. That's not even the main reason. It's not every day one gets to meet an android with a synthetic soul, after all.

Figuring Dorian doesn't do things like eat or drink, he just decides to arrange to meet up near the guard, so they can figure out where to go from there. A walk, maybe— Jim wouldn't mind that at all, so long as they get to talk. Out of his uniform or flight suit and in something far more casual, Jim looks up and down the street, keeping an eye out for his approach. ]

[sentiences]

[ For Dorian, it's still new to be "invited" to social engagements and whatnot. It feels like a new frontier, dipping his toes into an area that he has no experience or anything to fall back on. Dressed in a simple gray t-shirt, black jacket and slacks, he beams as he spots Jim nearby. ]

Hello. Were you waiting long?

[winscenario]

[ Jim can imagine, but to him it would just be too weird to treat Dorian like a simple machine. He looks, moves, acts and talks just like a human, which is admittedly part of what makes him so fascinating, but also it means he is a sentient being, regardless of what he might be made of. So, Jim treats him just like he'd treat anyone else. ]

Not at all, I just wrapped up my shift. [ He gestures towards the Perimeter Guard behind him, then excitedly offers a hand to Dorian. ] Jim, by the way. Obviously. Nice to meet you.

for Rose

[winscenario]

[ After their quick chat over the network, plans had been left a little vague and up in the air, but after he was back for a couple of days, he did at least let her know he was around the Quarantine again, so she could come by the guard whenever she felt like it. After the mission his schedule was a little more open, and he had more freedom to take people out beyond the walls for a simple flight— or by foot, if that's what she happened to prefer.

When asking where she could find him, she'd be promptly directed towards the shuttle bay area, since that's where he spent most of his time. The shuttle hadn't really suffered any damage during the trip, but Jim was still running some routine diagnostics just to make sure everything was working perfectly. Hearing the footsteps approaching, he got to his feet and stepped out of the shuttle, still wearing his flight suit. Not recognizing her immediately, he tipped his head at her in a small nod. ]

Looking for something?

[hasitsthorns]

[ This is all so amazing. There are shuttles and other cool transportation devices here and, like, they're on a moon and can go exploring! While all this wasn't anything Rose didn't already know, it's another thing entirely to be among the reality. The blond's been grinning since she practically walked into the guard. She loves to travel and already the walls around the city had started to feel just a tiny bit confining; Rose was itching to see something new, go somewhere different. It's an itch that she won't actually be able to properly scratch but for right now she's content to believe that she can.

The chance to maybe go out and see what else was out there was a very exciting prospect. She just needs to find the guy who had said he could make that possible. "Captain Kirk," she does end up asking for and gets pointed to where he's working on a shuttle. So cool. ]

I'm looking for you, dude! [ said effervescently with her grin only growing to accompany that energy. ] Jim Kirk, right? I'm Rose. You said I could swing by and, like, see what going outside the walls was all about!

[winscenario]

[ Her excitement is admittedly unusual. A lot of people get overwhelmed and curious but there's something still eager and refreshing about Rose's attitude, Jim thinks. Maybe it was all the exclamation points in her texts, who knows.

Point is, when she finally speaks up and grins wide at him, it doesn't take him long to make the connection between her and the texts she sent him, and he can almost guess who she is even before she introduces herself. ]

Ah. That I did. [ He gestures towards the shuttle with a smile. ] Well, feel free to look around. Just don't push any buttons.

for Freya

[winscenario]

[ Having settled on a specific date, all that was left to do was pick a time, and Jim made sure to get in touch with Freya in advance so they could figure out the time that would work best for them both. Things were fairly quiet for him after he'd taken care of wrapping up all the mission details, so meeting after lunch hours worked just perfectly for him.

Picking a spot on a plaza near the city center seemed like a fairly good way to spot each other. If nothing else she'll at least spot his bike, since there aren't any others there at this hour. He's leaning against the seat, sort of sitting sideways while he flicks through his phone distractedly, waiting for her to show up. ]

[luckyescape]

[Freya is fairly easy to miss in a crowd. She grew five feet and then stopped. Luckily, the crowd is thin enough for her to spot Jim and make her way over to him without issue. She's wearing black khaki-like pants with a lot of pockets. Freya had come from work and she uses the pockets to hold random screws, nuts, bolts and pieces of wire. What's in her pockets varies from day to day and pocket to pocket. Freya's never been known for her consistency.]

Hey! [She flashes him a toothy smile before taking a step closer and dropping her gaze to his bike. It's just as amazing as she had imagined and her first reaction is an insistent itch to take it apart. She's not going to because it isn't hers but the desire is there.

Freya circles the bike once before looking back up at Jim.] You're not one of those guys that names their bikes and cars are you?

[winscenario]

[ He looks up when he hears her voice, promptly putting his phone away, though he doesn't move and watches her walk around the bike with an amused little smile on his face. He can't blame her, honestly. It is a really nice bike.

Laughing softly at the question, he gets to his feet, turning to face her properly. ]

No, I just name my ships and shuttles. [ Because really, who doesn't. ] Freya, right?

for Amilyn

[winscenario]

[ With things settling down again after he comes back from the mission, Jim's gearing back into his usual routine little by little. Normally this would be the kind of thing that would drive him nuts, but right now he finds the day-to-day aspect of it almost soothing. At least he's not working himself to exhaustion anymore, so there's that.

Leaving some scanners running diagnostics on the shuttle, Jim steps away from the bay for a short while to check a few files, then he puts on his suit so he can take the Intrepid for a quick spin later on, just to make sure everything's running smoothly. But he spots someone else by the shuttle when he steps out onto the bay, though he seems more curious than worried as he makes his way over. ]

Can I help you with something?

[protectingthelight]

[ It's been a while since her conversation with Poe about the shuttle; getting oriented in the government offices has taken longer than she expected it to. But she's finally found some time, and now here she is, paying the shuttle bay a visit.

Jim, as he approaches, will see a tall purple-haired woman in only-just-practical coat and trousers ensemble, looking over the shuttle with a thoughtful expression on her face. At the sound of his question, she turns and smiles in greeting. ]

Ah, hello. You must be Jim. [ She extends a hand. ] Amilyn Holdo.

for Victor

[winscenario]

[ With a name like that, it's a little impossible for Jim not to be more than just a little curious about meeting Victor. And, well, he seemed like a fun and friendly sort of guy, and honestly Jim could use more people like that in his life right now.

The bar doesn't look like much from the outside, although the vintage sign and the guitar hanging by the window might catch Victor's eye. Jim's already waiting in there, having taken up a booth for them, although for now he hasn't ordered anything yet. He hasn't been here long enough for the waiters to start giving him weird looks about taking up the table anyway, and he figured it'd only be polite to at least wait for Victor to get there first.

When the door opens, Jim glances over, sitting a little more upright when he recognizes Victor from his picture. Smiling, he waves him over, scooting a little on the seat to make plenty of room for Victor to take a seat. ]

So? Looks good or what? [ He gestures vaguely around the room, brow raising just a hint. ]

[jolting]

[Victor is still a little unsure of how this whole "friendship" thing works. Hanging out with anyone is a relatively new concept for him, but the thought of learning about space travel and all the marvels of the future is too enticing. And even without all that, Kirk seems like an intriguing individual.

His choice of venue alone is intriguing. Being stuck in the 80s for nearly thirty years, Victor doesn't really have a concept of "vintage", but the bar's design has a personality he likes.

He nods to Kirk, sitting as directed. He took a wild guess and did "dress casual". He's still figuring out how not to look like he's always just leaving or going to work. At least the bleached hair gives him a little bit of a "cool" edge. Maybe]

Yes. And the bar's not too bad, either.

[he smirks a bit. Of course he had to take that bait]

for jim & cassian

[realists]

[ cassian and jyn's apartment is actually surprisingly nice, given the two disasters that live in it. it's bright and open and almost decadently comfortable and, while there is still very little in the way of personal effects, there are little marks of their presence in the home -- from the over half dozen distinctly different jackets hung neatly in the closet to jyn's wall stand of plants and herbs, boots tucked by the door, a pile of scarves looped around the posts of one of the twin beds shoved together to make one large bed. it looks lived in even if it is hard to tell at first glance who lives in it.

dinner is easy and normal, chatter about space, about work, about past planetary adventures, about jyn's paintball win. they're clustered around the table and sharing the food cassian had placed in the middle, spicy beef with rice and some kind of bread that works as a spoon because while there is cutlery at the table, they can just as easily eat with their hands. their little gingery cat sits patiently on the fourth chair, watching them with her big blue eyes.

once it's all done and cleared away by jyn, she drops down at the table again, welcoming the cat into her lap. ] We have ice cream for dessert.

[ a beat, as she gestures to the shrimp dispenser next to the fridge, her paintball prize. ]

Or shrimp.

[winscenario]

[ It really is a lovely place, which admittedly surprises Jim. He's not sure what else he was expecting, really. Regardless of what world they might've come from, or what their circumstances were there, it stands to reason that they'd like some place nicer and more comfortable to live in.

Jim can understand that, really. He can't even say he came from a world where he was in a trying situation and even he enjoys having a cozy little place to live in here. Even if it is depressingly empty and quiet right now.

He glances to the dispenser and chuckles, shaking his head. ]

Ice cream sounds great. [ So long as it doesn't have strawberries. ] You two have a really nice place, by the way. Thanks for inviting me.

[ He looks around again while he says it, doing them the favor of not asking about the beds. Well, bed technically, let's be real here. God you two are a pair of losers. ]

for Roy

[winscenario]

[ Things aren't as busy around the guard, which can be both a blessing and a curse. Jim's glad there are no weird goings-on or swarms of wild animals to keep under control or push away from the Quarantine, of course, but after being back from the mission for a week or so, it's not difficult for him to start feeling restless.

He assists with a few wall repairs, does a few trips around the abandoned city, sits around and goes over the data collected during the mission— tries to keep busy overall. Sometimes it's not enough, though, and when all else fails, he puts on his flight suit and takes his baby out for a long flight far away from the city, to clear his head and explore new areas of the moon if nothing else.

That's exactly what he's doing now, as he steps out onto the shuttle bay, just finishing zipping up his suit, when he finds someone else there, looking up and down the shuttle. Slowing his step, he looks Roy over. Definitely a new face. ]

Hey. Anything I can help you with?

[snapkaboom]

[Roy had taken his time to get acquainted with the Perimeter Guard, taking in as much detail and learning as much as he could. He had started with the areas he would frequent the most, that being offices, records rooms, meeting rooms and the like. It was when he branched out that he found the really interesting stuff, like the shuttle. At the time, he was just seeing what buildings were used for and also wanted to see how much freedom he had in poking his nose around. As it turns out, it was quite a bit more than he expected.

He looks over to see who spoke to him. Since he just came from his own work (or rather trying to avoid said work), he's decked out in his full uniform from Amestris. He gestures towards the machine.]

I couldn't help but take a look at this. There's nothing like it where I'm from. Is it yours?

for Lucy

[winscenario]

[ As a norm, Jim tried to let Victor know in advance whenever he dropped by his flat or the hospital, just in case he wasn't around or was actually busy with something. He didn't mind it when Victor showed up unannounced, granted, but he just didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

This time around, however, he figured he'd just go to Victor's place and knock on the door, and hopefully surprise him if he happened to be around. Little did he know, as he stood in front of the door, waiting to see if it would open, that he was the one about to get a surprise. ]

[thestoriesarereal]

[Lucy was getting adjusted to living with Victor. She was grateful to have him take her in. He could’ve said no. Could’ve said it was her problem and left her to figure it out. Instead, he took her in and treated her like a little adult...and as his kid. She knows she has a mom and a dad, but they’re not here. And Victor...he was a father figure to her. Someone she would protect and defend as best as an eight year old could.

When she hears a knock on the door, she is curious about it. She hadn’t announced that she moved so...who was it? ]

I’ll get it! [ She called out over her shoulder, opening the door to see a tall man...

Someone she clearly doesn’t know. Lucy looked him over with skepticism. ]

...can I help you?