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Captain James T. Kirk ([personal profile] winscenario) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-10-10 08:34 pm

( open ) is this the place we used to love

who: Jim Kirk & YOU!
what: yet another memory share post to add to the pile (sorry guys)
when: 9th - 23rd
where: wherever you like
warnings: death (his own and other people), possibly some violence. nothing too terribly intense or graphic. will update if need be!


I ▹ DREAMSCAPE
[ It's warm. It's too warm, even, the sun shining down on your head, making sweat form rapidly across skin. There's very little that offers shade too— everything is a vast wide open field, dried foliage and nothingness all around. There's an old and neglected barn not too far off, a tree well in the distance, and a beaten path that doesn't seem like it's used too often.

You'll recognize Jim, standing just to the side, eyes on that road. A car is coming in at some speed, gradually closer as it approaches the barn.

He's not really expecting company, not here of all places. What is there to see, anyway, in the middle of nowhere, Iowa? Hands in his pockets, he looks a little resigned, a little wistful, trying very hard for it not to come off as nostalgic as he turns around to greet whoever's just walked into his dream. ]


This isn't going to be terribly exciting, I'm afraid.


II ▹ VISION
[ The first few visions aren't clear or telling at all, but they are intense, loud, explosive. Sounds of people yelling, gunfire, the heat of minor explosions, the pain of broken glass piercing skin. You could swear you can feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest, a sense of panic and dread, then a deep, piercing grief you can't quite pinpoint or explain.

Eventually, the memory reveals itself completely. It starts with an attack, evidently a set-up, which comes to explain most of the feelings, the sense of fear, the rush of adrenaline. The grief, however, is only explained later, when you experience the rest of the memory. You don't know the dying man, but for a moment, it feels like you do. It feels like you love him greatly, and the loss comes with a strange sense of regret for things left unsaid. ]


III ▹ VISION
[ This particular memory starts revealing itself with an unusual physical manifestation: pain. Or the memory of it, anyway. Wherever you are, there's a sudden, intense ache, there and gone in a moment, though it leaves your heart racing, your breath coming a little short. Panic comes soon after, and without knowing how to explain it, you find yourself terrified. Before you experience the memory in its entirety, you suddenly are sure of one thing: you're going to die.

But it's not until you experience the whole memory that you understand, that those sensations are explained, as well as the glimpses of the Vulcan whom you don't think you know, so much as feel you recognize. This memory is intense for a whole other set of reasons. It's quiet for the most part, but your heart beats too loudly, your breath comes out too ragged. You feel at a loss, cold, and completely alone. And it's terrifying to the last second, until your sight blurs and dissolves into pitch black. ]


IV ▹ DREAMSCAPE
[ You come to on a ship. It looks a little worn and like it shouldn't be able to withstand flight, and yet here it is, going at an impressive speed across space. Scarier than that, though, is what can be seen on the view screen: thousands and thousands of small vessels, working in perfect coordination, taking a shape of sorts as they seemingly prepare to attack.

Among the very small crew on the bridge, there's a perfect reflection of Jim sitting in the captain's chair, fingers curling tight into the armrest. They all seem completely unaware of both your presence, and the only one who makes a note of you being there is the other Jim, in casual clothes and hair a little longer, glancing between you and the scene as he takes a moment to piece together what's happening here. ]


The swarm ships are doubling back, they are forming an attack wave, sir. [ Chekov warns the captain, to which he answers promptly, like the commands were keyed in already, just waiting for the right time. ]

We've got their attention. [ More of a murmur than anything, then— ] Hold steady, Mr. Sulu. Brace yourselves, everybody. Spock, stand by to drop out of formation. Scotty, you all cued up back there?

[ Scotty, bent over a console, nods. ] Aye, sir!

[ The Jim standing next to you smiles a little, raising his eyebrows and tipping his head. ] We should listen to my advice. This ride's about to get bumpy.


[ ooc: if you'd like any other specific memories from any of the movies, feel free to let me know and I can write a starter for you! ]
dancingmd: (oh shit)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2017-10-19 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
It hits her, as these memories are wont to do, at exactly the wrong moment, when she's in the middle of talking to a patient. Even though she's had more than enough experience sharing another's mind by now, what she had with Jean-Luc was not nearly as intense and overwhelming as this. They were careful with one another, delicate almost. This is a storm of emotion threatening to drown her.

She stumbles back, gasping, her nurse rushing to her side with concern. Though everyone at the hospital knows of these memory-sharing occurrences by now, and know it's nothing permanent, they send her home for the day anyway. As soon as she's back at her apartment and calmed down somewhat, she picks up her phone to call.

"Jim? Jim, it's Beverly... I think... I think we need to talk. I just saw one of you memories." Or rather, his memory of Spock's memories. The supernova. It can't... not after all the work Spock has put into reunifying Vulcan and Romulus.
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2017-10-25 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, no... I think it's better to discuss this in private."

She pauses, considering another factor. "Or if Leonard's there too, I imagine that will be all right. I can't imagine it's anything he doesn't know about already." It would be impossible, in fact, for him not to know about Vulcan, or of Romulus before it. "I can be over there in a few minutes."

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[personal profile] legendary_hands 2017-10-15 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
When he'd arrived home, he'd found Jim already there asleep on the sofa lookin' for all the world like he'd not slept in days. Not that he doubted Jim didn't find some way to wear himself out that day and it was gettin' late. The doctor had foregone picking up dinner if only because his shift ran late. And finding the blonde tuckered out got a fond smile out of him.

Dropping his bag and coat in a chair, he moved to the sofa and leaned over the back, one hand reaching down to sweep back his bangs. It was really only meant as a loving touch, affectionate and soft. But something about the feeling of that contact caused his head to swim. For a moment, the world just seemed to fade around him and something equally familiar yet not filled his mind's eye.

And when the whole scene played out, Leonard found something cold balling up in his chest like ice. Breathing in slowly, his hand stayed hover just between them, frozen mid retraction. The shock sent a shiver down his spine as he tried to work through what he'd just seen.

Yorktown. That was Yorktown.

He knew exactly when. Could pin point it with such precision it made his stomach turn with nausea. Finally pulling back, he curled suddenly trembling fingers into his palms only to lean heavily on the back of the sofa. His eyes stayed on Jim, a horrible empty feeling unfairly gnawing at his insides.

"You were going to leave me."

His voice came out unfairly soft. A hurt he'd not felt in years welling up and stinging with a sharp inhale. The idea felt almost too hurtful to even be real. Would Jim really just... leave him like that? The doctor knew it was selfish. Knew he should've been offended for the crew... but honestly, all he could focus on was that Jim would actually leave him.
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[personal profile] legendary_hands 2017-10-15 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
For a long moment, he didn't even realize Jim shifted or that he started to wake up. But when he did, he pulled his hand back and curled it around the back of the sofa and tried to push the vision away. This place was strange. It did strange things. So he didn't want to discount this moment for his imagination, but he also didn't want to believe that Jim had truly planned to leave him and not even talk to him about it.

Brow furrowing, he leaned down without thought into Jim's touch. He always gravitated to it, even when his mind was swimming and that icy knot in his chest got tighter. "Not bad." It hadn't been more than just busy. It didn't completely rip the rug out from under him till just this moment.

He wanted to just push it away. Pretend he didn't see it, but he knew damn well his brain would eat him up till Jim finally asked him what was eatin' at him. So he rolled the words around before questioning softly. "Back in Yorktown... what did you meet with Commodore Paris about when we arrived?" It was a simple question, a chance for Jim to fess up without him accusin' him of nothin'. But he had a bad feeling. One that told him Jim would play it off and avoid it anyway.

And part of him wondered if he'd been part of the problem that even gave him a thought to leave. Maybe he'd been too insensitive or a bad friend. Maybe he'd pushed too hard to get Jim to take better care of himself. And honestly, that hurt even worse if he considered that he might be part of what Jim wanted to run away from back then.

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iii.

[personal profile] evasives 2017-10-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[the perimeter guard is going well, all things considered. cassian finds himself working with jim on amd off for the familiarity of it. less people to meet, to idly chat with. it helps that they can just work in silence sometimes, whether it's on tech or poking at the shuttle. he reaches for a wrench over on the floor, and his arm brushes against jim's; the simple touch of it sets off a memory.]

[cassian knows death, and he knows in this vision that death is close. he can feel his heart rate spike, terrified to be experiencing it twice, but the flash of it is over and he feels like he can breathe again. it's a different sort of intensity to watching the horizon come closer, but the feelings are all too familiar.]

[when he's out of it, he blinks at jim, almost apologetically.]
That was you, I assume.
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[personal profile] evasives 2017-10-19 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[not only does he hate being privy to people's personal memories, cassian hates the way the flashes leave him feeling vulnerable to his own surroundings in reality. he also can't decide if it's better or worse when the memories aren't shared, because explaining them feels awkward.]

[the cold, the loneliness. cassian has felt it a lot, and it was always how he imagined he'd die. it wasn't but - it's familiar enough. he's had some close calls.]


It seemed like a death. Yours. You were trapped and severely wounded behind a door.
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[personal profile] evasives 2017-10-29 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[he didn't want to describe it any further, but he can't imagine a scene like that would need much explanation. simple words would easily get cassian to understand a memory.]

[there's a sense of relief when jim says it wasn't permanent, because even if being here is some sort of second chance for the dead, it's not a fun state to grapple with. but imagine, being dead and being resuscitated. you'd need a body for that.]


What happened to your ship to warrant that risk? [factual questions not about people seem like an easier starting point.]

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ii.

[personal profile] realists 2017-10-18 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ jyn is no stranger to death, not even on such a large scale. she'd watched tamsye prime being bombed, she'd escaped the death of jedha, she hadn't escaped the death of scarif.

it's not easier that it's people she doesn't know because she feels like she knows them, it hurts with the same intensity, tears pricking at her eyes.

her papers flutter out of her hands, scattering across the floor and when jyn's mind refocuses, she scowls as she stoops to pick them up, swiping the back of her hand across her eyes. she refuses to cry, stalking over and shoving her papers at kirk with more force than absolutely necessary. ]


Why is this happening?

[ not her notes and papers and such, it's clear what she means, it isn't as if all over riverview isn't being inundated with these memories and flashes and visions and dreams. jyn hates them. ]
realists: (ro » thoughtful)

[personal profile] realists 2017-11-02 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
An attack. It was a war room. [ god if she's not familiar with people arguing politics and strategy in a meeting with no one listening to the only course of action. at least kirk had a friend there to back him up. too bad it was too late. ]

Your friend died.

[ maybe attacks are familiar to him, familiar enough that it won't be easy to pinpoint the one specific memory without the addition of the death of his obviously dear friend.

that's how jyn regards battles in her own mind, by the casualties. ]
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[personal profile] realists 2017-11-09 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ jyn nods, understanding plain on her expression. not only had she felt it, from kirk's point of view, but he's felt it. she knows what he means immediately, without further explanation. ]

I know.

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[personal profile] legendary_hands 2017-12-18 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
When Re-L called him with news of Jim's inebriation, the doctor had gone somewhat into auto pilot. Where Jim hadn't been one to drink to that level of drunkenness in a good number of years, he remembered those days at the Academy and just sighed. Honestly, he didn't know what he expected when he arrived. Probably not Jim throwing himself at him a bit like a clinging octopus and apologizing quite so vehemently. But then, he really hadn't imagined they'd end up in this spot at all. For all their fights and grousing in the past, he'd never been on the receiving end of Jim walking out.

Something that still smarted like hell.

Not that he planned on dwellin' on that when he had someone to take care of. And if he did actually only accept the drunken apology just to quiet the blonde, well... he wasn't tellin' no one.

Once he'd gotten Jim into bed, he didn't get much sleep himself. Instead, Leonard woke up from time to time just to check on Jim. And that last time just before the sun came up, he found he couldn't go back to sleep. So he got up and went to the kitchen to stir up some food that would help with the hang over knowin' damn well that wine was a real bitch to get drunk on. Grabbing his hypospray with the typical dose of painkillers the other would need, he finally pushed the door open and slid into the room. Closing the door quietly, he arched a brow at the sight of Jim shuffling about and likely looking for him.

"Mornin' sunshine. Bet you're feelin' right as rain." The humor is a little flatter than it usually would be, but he still manages a bare hint of a smile. Moving across the room, he slid the tray of toast and water with a few other scarce items onto the bed. "Didn't no one tell you that wine is the worst thing to over do?" His eyes stayed on the hypo as he adjusted it, not quite ready to meet those blue eyes just yet.
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[personal profile] legendary_hands 2017-12-28 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Drunken nights are rarely made of good choices, Jim. Much less great." He hummed a low tone, making sure not to talk too loud while Jim likely felt like someone played the drums on his skull. Which was why he kept his attention on the hypo that he finally set to the right dose. When he leaned over to press it to Jim's neck, he still managed not to make eye contact as his thumb softly pressed to the line of Jim's jaw to tip his head to the side so he could press the device to his skin. This time he was much gentler, much like he used to be when nursing one of Jim's hangovers from back in the academy days. Least this one wasn't nearly so bad as that.

"You know I'm never leaving you to wallow in your 'bad choices'. But you're welcome." Keeping his words even and soft, he finally shifted his gaze to Jim's and let his brow furrow. One eyebrow rose just a bit as he gave a light snort. "Nothin' to be mad about." And that was the truth of it. Leonard wasn't angry. That had never been the case.

No... he'd been ridiculously hurt and left with no footing to stand on, but he wasn't angry. "Next time I get to be the drunken mess and you get to put me back together." It's a little bit dry for humor, but it's also cause he watched his alcohol intake so closely he rarely got even close to drunk anymore. But part of him wished he could have done something stupid like that to at least stop thinking about how stupid he felt. And maybe also feel less insignificant at that.

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