( open ) is this the place we used to love

[winscenario]

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! ]

Comments

[realists]

I'm sorry, about your Captain.

[ she's not really swinging it back around to pike, not asking kirk to elaborate, she just didn't say it before. ]

[winscenario]

It's alright. [ He smiles faintly. ] I was... angry, for a very long time. About that. I, ah... sometimes I just don't know how to deal with loss, I guess.

[ His father had been dead since the day he was born, and yet sometimes it feels as though he still hasn't worked through it, still hasn't gotten over his death. It's ridiculous, grieving the loss of someone he never even knew. With Pike, it was just... more present, the wound was more raw. He was angry because he didn't know how else to feel, or what else to do. ]

But— thank you.

[realists]

[ jyn nods, because that makes sense and maybe she relates but she doesn't want it to turn back to her life and so she tries to extract herself as gracefully as possible. ]

I've got to-- Later.

[ and she veers off to be not here awkwardly. so in terms of graceful... not the best. ]

[winscenario]

[ It's not exactly an easy topic, and from what little he's learned about Jyn so far, it's easy to tell that she's not exactly the type for emotional talk. So he says nothing to the quick and somewhat awkward attempt to end the conversation, simply nodding as he goes back to the messy pile of papers so he can organize them again. ]

See you around, Jyn.