( open ) the day is bright and fair

[winscenario]

who: James T. Kirk & YOU!
what: general out and about for the month.
when: August (please specify when during the month you're tagging him!)
where: all over
warnings: none for the moment; will edit if need be


I ▹ PERIMETER GUARD ▹ SHUTTLE WORK

[ After the mission, getting the shuttle up and running, not to mention cleaning her up all nice and proper so she's ready for use again, is Jim's priority, and it's a project he throws himself into with vested interest and dedication. While the shuttle still works, there's a lot that needs repairing or even outright replacing, not to mention the overall old and worn aspect of both the interior and the exterior.

Despite this, Jim looks excited rather than bothered or tired, as he fumbles around the makeshift shuttle bay set up at the perimeter guard. Sounds of clinking and clattering around come from the area, and he can be found throughout the month working on several different aspects of the shuttle, from control panels to the shuttle exterior— repainting the outside completely, installing a more complete and advanced navigation system and flight controls, or he may just be found disappearing halfway into one of the panels beneath the dashboard, fumbling around with wiring and circuitry. If he hears someone approaching, he'll stick an arm out, gesturing vaguely towards a pen-shaped handheld device. ]

Hand me that laser cutter over there?

II ▹ CITY STREETS & OUTSKIRTS ▹ BIKE RIDE

[ In the midst of what starts to feel like a very good month, Jim gets a really nice surprise one of the days he gets to the perimeter guard: there, waiting for him, is an all too familiar bike— not just any bike either, but a peculiar engraving on the side of the leather seat lets him know that this exact bike used to belong to his father.

It's only natural that he takes especially good care of it, tuning it up and cleaning it until it's spotless and shiny, then promptly takes it out for a few spins during the next few weeks. From the city center to the outskirts where he won't find nearly as much traffic, he can be found just about anywhere, both riding the bike or taking a break somewhere, leaning comfortably against the seat as he sips on some juice or enjoys a tasty ice cream. Feel free to approach or even ask him to take you for a ride, if you happen to know him (or even if you don't, really). ]

III ▹ COMMUNAL APARTMENTS ▹ MOVING

[ Another change in Jim's life happens to be something he and Bones had been talking about, and finally now they've managed to find a place they both like and can afford (not that money's a problem for them, with both earning well and saving up the majority of what they earn). During the first two weeks of the month especially, Jim will be spending some time boxing up things and getting them ready for the move. They don't have a whole lot in their apartment here, and some of the lighter boxes he chooses to carry to their new home on his own. He'll smile at anyone he crosses paths with, daring to offer playfully to people he happens to know. ]

I'll accept a helping hand, if you've got the time.

IV ▹ ANYWHERE ▹ WILDCARD

[ Jim is nothing if not both active and sociable, so throughout the month it's not difficult to find him in several spots, be them bars and coffeeshops, parks, grocery stores, and even the hospital when he's coming over to meet up with Bones.

He also feels the shift of the city when the strange outbreak sweeps the Quarantine and causes some random cases of memory loss. It is, sadly, something he's not unfamiliar with, but more than his insight on their mission beyond the walls and sharing some details he happens to remember, he finds himself overall useless in finding a resolution or a cure. He will, however, try to help anyone who happens to be affected by the outbreak. ]

Comments

II

[realimperfect]

[ Finding new and secluded places to tuck herself had become a bit of a sport for Re-L. It wasn't as though she was a stunning example of a social butterfly in any sense of the word, and now that she'd come to find out, one after another, all the viruses and germs she'd apparently missed out on as a child in a dome she'd managed to become somehow a little more withdrawn. She'd say, if anyone cared to ask, that it was for her health and for the most part it was. On the other she simply didn't want to deal with this whole ordeal of being around too many other people for the sake of a festival or something. It all had seemed fun in the beginning but now that it had happened month after month -

There's a slightly paranoid part of her that wonders why they need all this distraction.

Regardless, she's decided to take a walk today, get out of her apartment for a little while after some disinfecting and letting the place air out a little instead of being her convalescent home, dressed in her typical all black just, you know, some shorts and some tennis shoes. There's been no expectation to run in to anyone, much less Jim, and she seems a little surprised before clearing her throat.

Thankfully Jim wouldn't need explanation. She's sure he's heard all about her issues from Bones - ]

What's that you've gotten your hands on?

[winscenario]

[ He hasn't caught up with Re-L a lot as of late, actually. He's heard from Bones how she's been sick, but figured she could use the rest more so than anything, so he simply sent his get well regards through Bones, and left it at that. Eventually he would message her or they'd cross paths once she went back to work at the Perimeter Guard, he figured.

So, meeting out here is unexpected, but Jim's glad to see her out and about, especially when it doesn't look like she might pass out at any moment. She does look a bit worse for wear, but he figures that's to be expected after so long being sick. ]

Hey. A beauty, isn't she? [ He smiles as he glances over at her, hand patting the leather seat. ] Was my dad's bike actually. Popped up through the portal a few days ago, sort of like an early birthday present.

[realimperfect]

[ At the very least the blue eye shadow covers up a lot of the loss of sleep thanks to coughing and whatever else. When she'd been ill as a child Daedalus had simply taken care of it in a lick of time. Granted, there hadn't been much to catch in the small bubble of Romdeau Dome, and when new strains came to be they'd been eliminated in short order. Here there wasn't really that option - not for common colds she'd never even heard of much less experienced. Bones had said it would be best to let them run their course naturally, and though she believed him...

It'd been real damn annoying if she's honest. ]

I can't say I've ever seen anything like it. That's for sure .. [ Again, not hard to do. Every bike like vehicle in Romdeau had been a very different style, and not one that she preferred over Jim's motorcycle if she's honest. Blue eyes sweep over the bike as if appraising, though for once she doesn't have a criticism to pass along it would seem. Maybe she's just not caught up enough on sleep and calories just yet, either. ]

Well aren't you lucky? When I turned 20 I only got to go to a festival.

Granted there's not a lot still in one piece to bring me from Romdeau.

[winscenario]

[ That's the thing with colds, they're annoying more so than anything else. Not that Jim can talk much, because the flu and the common cold have all but been eradicated where he comes from, and even when someone comes down with it, there are treatments that take care of it almost immediately. But really, vaccination is about all anyone needs, back in his world. Which, he guesses, is something Re-L doesn't have.

He's fairly sure Bones will make sure to take care of that for her though, as soon as she's back on top shape. Evidently she needs it.

He lets out a laugh at that, tilting his head slightly. ] I'm looking at 20 in the rearview mirror, but thanks, I guess.

[ The bike's pretty different from most he sees around back home too. They're generally spokeless, a few don't even touch the ground, and they certainly don't run on the same kind of fuel. Pollution levels aside, he prefers this one. ]

Wanna go for a spin? I promise to take it real slow. [ Is he teasing her? It sounds like he's teasing her. ]

[realimperfect]

[ Thankfully they've already discussed it when she'd asked him about prevention or.. what the hell she could do to get rid of it right then and there. Since she'd waited so long to even tell him she knew she had annoyed the good doctor already, and by then her immune system was so worn down there wasn't a lot of options she could do immediately. She's already signed up for whatever he could do once he deemed her fit enough with enough eagerness to never deal with it again it was practically unreal.

Still, her head tips in curiosity as Jim says he's looking at it in the rear view, curiosity winning out - ]

Just how far in the rear view? Be careful you don't become an old man like Bones, you know. [ Not that time was something any of them could escape, let's be honest. ]

Sure. But you don't need to go slow. I can breathe through my nose enough to handle it now.

[winscenario]

[ That's a sure way to get the doctor grumping and scowling, waiting until the last moment to reach out for help. Jim can understand both sides, though— his, for caring and knowing that waiting and dragging things along can only make it worse; but also hers, for wanting that level of independence and the belief that with time it'll all just sort itself out somehow. He's guilty of that same attitude himself after all, so he can't talk much. ]

A decade, actually. And don't say that, Bones is only six years older than me. [ Hardly an old man, really. And Jim has a feeling the good doctor is the kind of person who'll live for at least a hundred years. More than that, he'd bet on it. ]

Mm, guess we'll see how well that goes. [ He smiles teasingly, nodding towards the passenger seat. He doesn't have helmets but he figures that, just like him, she won't care about that. ] Hop on, then.

[realimperfect]

Oh, look at you, ancient too. [ That little smirk says it all - a girl barely out of her teens taking a moment to get a shot in at him for the hell of it. She's learning to joke more, slowly but surely, and mostly on Jim and McCoy just because they're... easiest to joke with. Though the mention of Bones seems to jar something in her head as she takes a seat on the passenger seat of the bike, adjusting for a moment to make sure she's comfortable before a finger flies in the air almost like she's just remembered something out of the blue - ]

By the way, do you know what his favorite brand of whiskey is? I thought I might bring him a bottle when I come and get my vaccine to maybe... distract him from lecturing me too much like grandfather.

[ She's learned a lot about placation in life, and if she has to go through Jim to get the right stuff... she might as well. ]

Seat's comfortable at least.

i.

[realists]

[ while it's the latter days of the month, it's still jyn's first week with the perimeter guard and her first week on the moon itself so she's spent most of her time orienting herself, which is how she wound up in the pseudo-hangar in the first place. ships are familiar, at the very least, and when a voice asks for a laser cutter she scoops it up automatically.

even if she doesn't pass it over right away, turning it over in her hand, as she observes the outstretched hand from within the freshly painted ship. ]

Haven't you got an astromech for that?

[winscenario]

[ He can hear the moving about of someone else nearby, and his hand remains outstretched for a while longer, waiting for that laser cutter. It doesn't come, though, and when the woman speaks up, he shifts slightly, finally wiggling out of the open panel until he's sitting on the floor, looking up at her. ]

What's an astromech?

[realists]

A repair droid, they're mechanics on ships. [ she twists the cutter between her fingers, still not passing it over, remembering with startling fondness the housekeeping droid they'd had when she was very, very small. ]

They don't have those where you're from?

[winscenario]

Not really. We have some assistance robots, but generally speaking, people do the job. They're our mechanics and engineers.

[ There's plenty of work in the area of robotics, granted, but there are a lot of subtleties to keeping a ship running that people have come to find isn't handled as well by a machine. Androids and artificial intelligence are a whole other field entirely, but one way or the other, Jim has a feeling she's talking about something very different from anything that exists back in his world.

He gestures towards the laser cutter, tipping his head. ] If you know your way around a shuttle, I won't mind you poking around yourself.

[realists]

[ jyn doesn't think to defend the repair droids because... she doesn't care enough, even if she does think it's absurd to put people in danger by sticking them outside of flying ships to repairs damaged hulls and the like.

(she also does realize quickly that they probably don't do that at all and stick to inside repairs whilst in flight.) ]

I don't. I've been in 'em before, but I'm not a pilot or a mechanic. [ smart as hell means she can teach herself but it also mean she doesn't know enough to be of any use at the current moment. ] I wouldn't know a transceiver from a hyperdrive unit.

[ flying once does not a pilot make. ]

[winscenario]

[ Indeed they don't do that, and they have machinery to tend to at least that in an emergency. Of course ideally they dock somewhere, like a starbase, so they can work on proper repairs, but it's not like they're in the habit of tossing people out into the void of space to replace the plates on starships. ]

Well, not so hard to learn the difference between those two.

[ He may be kidding a little. He knows what she means, and that she's just giving an example. Kind of hard not to know a massive warp drive from a smaller (and far less impressive) communications device. ]

Can I, then? [ He reaches for the laser cutter still in her hand. ]

i

[evasives]

[maintenance is familiar enough that cassian likes to hang out in the shuttle bay; it reminds him of home, even if he doesn't have his own ship or shuttle. it's not hard to figure them out here, but that sort of technological understanding has always been fairly easy.]

[even if he hasn't been doing surveyor work very long, he recognizes the man working on the shuttle from the perimeter guard when he's there closer to the end of august, but cassian rarely forgets a face.]

[he grabs the laser cutter without even thinking, barely even noticing the gesture towards it. cassian drops it in the open hand.]

Is it yours? [cassian saw him painting the shuttle too, but you never know!]

[winscenario]

[ It's quickly becoming one of Jim's favorite spots, so he can't really blame Cassian. Granted, the shuttle is the main reason for it, seen as he didn't have anything even remotely like it at his disposal before, and the jeeps that the Perimeter Guard has access to don't exactly compare to something that can actually fly.

He takes the cutter and his arm disappears into the panel too, a soft hum coming from him at the question. ]

Not— exactly. I led a team out on a mission beyond the wall, tracking down a strange signal, and we found this shuttle. So we brought it here. You could say I'm in charge of it, but I don't own it. [ He tips his head just enough that he can peer at the man. ] If that makes sense.

[evasives]

[it's all very familiar. cassian rarely ever had his own ship for longer than a mission or two. of course a shuttle like this would probably belong to a collective in the guard. he looks it over again, mostly out of interest because he's close enough to it now.]

No, it makes sense. You are fixing it up, but can you pilot it too?

[winscenario]

[ That's certainly Jim's intent, yes. He does like the thought of being somewhat in control of it, he'll be the first to admit, but then that might be the Captain in him bleeding into everything else. Regardless, he wants the shuttle to be available for at least some of the members of the guard, provided they can pilot it. It's what he's working towards. ]

Well, I've spent most of my time these past few years sitting on a bigger chair, but yeah, I think I can still manage a shuttle fairly well. [ Putting it mildly. ] You any good with shuttles yourself?

[evasives]

[bigger chair means bigger stature, some sort of rank. military, maybe. it's interesting, and cassian is curious. he knows there are other space people around.]

I was a pilot, back home. Ships more than shuttles, but I know how to fly most things. [give a little, get a little!] And you and your chair?

[winscenario]

[ No such thing as a military where Jim comes from, but he wouldn't fault anyone for making that assumption. Particularly considering Starfleet did keep the ranks of the now defunct US Navy. ]

Starfleet Captain, though of a starship considerably larger than this shuttle. [ Not that he's bragging, but. You know. ] She's manned by a crew of hundreds. Definitely too big to fit in here.

I--dated September 10th

[talentedscavenger]

[In communicating with Beverly, Rey had learned of a shuttle by the perimeter guard. A shuttle, regardless of its condition, could mean there was the chance to go home. It was a risky shot though. It seemed those who were interested in using it, wanted to explore more of the area, verses finding a way out--and she could understand, or at least try to. With no map, and lack of a worm hole, it would take years to get back...assuming they ever did and didn't die.

Still, she wanted to see if she could help. Poe would most likely say yes, and he was someone she could trust. Whereas this Jim Kirk person...she would have to meet. It took some time to actually locate where the shuttle was. Rey was still trying to get her bearings of the city, especially with the event going on. She had her staff slung across her back, and her pouch on her hip that had Luke's light saber. Neither item was willing to leave behind.

The shuttle reminded her of the other abandoned and broken ships on Jakku, but it looked like there were some improvements to it. Poe was the best pilot in the Resistance, and it would make sense for him to know every piece, and every part of a ship to make it work. Especially when there wasn't a droid to help speed up the process.

She tried to keep her footsteps light, but apparently someone heard her. She looked down to see a tool on the floor and an arm sticking out. Interesting...Rey picked up the item and handed it to the stretched out hand.]

Are you Jim Kirk?

[winscenario]

[ The shuttle has become something of a pet project to him, and he's taken to it as if it were a living thing. He enjoys spending time here, working on the systems and polishing surfaces, picking colors for the exterior and looking around for the perfect seats to replace the old ones. He knows it's all a bit silly, but it's something that cheers him up and makes him feel excited.

He never really considered a shuttle, or any kind of ship, as a means of escape anyway. He's not in his own galaxy, and even if he were, he still would be a considerable distance away from Federation space. The portal is his only option, and even then... well, plenty has happened here, and Jim isn't exactly in a rush to go back home. Even if he were to find a way back right now.

In any case, the shuttle is small, and it would only take them so far. Life support wouldn't last them enough to take them to the planet that the moon's orbiting, let alone anywhere farther away than that.

His arm disappears back into the panel once she hands him the laser, but before he gets to work, his new visitor speaks up, and he stops. Wiggling around a little, he emerges from the panel, sitting on the floor as he looks up at her. ]

That would be me. Captain James T. Kirk— but Jim will do just fine. [ He offers a smile, tipping his head. ] What brings you here?

[talentedscavenger]

[Rebuilding a ship does take a lot of work. You have to make sure every part is right, every wire properly connected otherwise you could die within a matter of moments. Hell, even trying to piece together something could be dangerous itself. One wrong move and everything could be destroyed.

The shuttle itself is coming together nicely, not something that's been slapped together. It's not a ship she's seen before, or one that reminds her of home, but at least it's something. Better than having to build everything from scratch.

She's ready to call out his name again when he actually comes into view and she can see more than his lower half and arm. There's a small smile on her lips. Is he going to stand or keep working?]

I'm Rey, someone from Poe's world and his friend. [And possibly Obi-Wan's, but she's still working the details of that.] I heard the two of you were working on a ship and thought I could help.

[winscenario]

[ He'll take a break from the work, but for now he stays seated on the floor. Unless she minds much, of course, in which case he'll get to his feet. The seats on the shuttle are still the old ones but they're still in one piece, and she's welcome to take a seat. ]

Oh. Nice to meet you, then. [ He nods at her in recognition. ] Poe's not around as often as I am, but any friend of his is welcome. So, you're familiar with ships? Engineer, mechanic...?

[ Shots in the dark, really. He's met people who are interested in the shuttle but have no knowledge of how it works so far, so he wonders if Rey's like that too, or if she possesses the skills to actually help. ]

[talentedscavenger]

[She won't take a seat on the cushions, just in case he was preparing to work on those next. Instead, Rey will take her cue from Jim and opt to sit on the floor. She had to remove her staff from her back and place it down next to her.]

Nice to meet you too. [The small smile on her face lingers there for a moment. Ah, yes, her work history...]

I am a scavenger. I worked in a starship graveyard, looking for parts that could be used as scrap metal, or parts that I could get to work again. [Plutt always paid more in portions for things that worked.]

I'd add in mechanic, but it goes with being a scavenger. [Possibly engineer? Considering she figured out how to bypass the compressor on the Falcon, but that was something else.

Either way, she was self taught and knew a lot, even if they weren't from the same world.]

[winscenario]

[ This isn't exactly a formal meeting, so Jim figures they're both allowed as much latitude as they like. He shifts when she takes a seat on the floor, eyeing her staff with vague interest before he's turning his attention back to her. ]

That's pretty impressive. Ever fixed those parts and put them back into a working ship? [ Taking a ship apart and separating parts between those that still work and those that are a lost cause is one thing, but replacing parts or fixing errors on an already working ship is another thing entirely. On a graveyard she wouldn't have to worry about a ship's life support or main engines shutting down because of a faulty connection or a wrong move. ]