001. i'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage.

[caelus]

WHO: Jim Kirk
WHERE: (Where the post takes place)
WHEN: Backdated to June 10 and onward.
OPEN TO: All, unless otherwise marked.
WARNINGS: No warnings as of yet.
STATUS: Open.



the fountain. closed to star trek types.

The first thing Jim does when he kicks up, after finding himself suddenly (randomly) in the water, is to pull the backpack off of his shoulders and drag it up in a way that impedes his movements less. Breaking the water doesn't take him long after, and he sputters, coughing as his hair sticks wetly to his forehead. He treads water for a moment, catching his breath, and trying to ascertain if he's in any immediate danger from---wherever the hell he is.

Finding none, he heaves up the bag over the edge of the fountain he apparently just swam up out of, and grasps onto the edge to heave himself out with a groan. Despite the abrupt shift and change, he's alert, and grabs for the rucksack to drag it close again. He's already starting to look through it for what is of use, and also for anything that could be a weapon of any kind. Nothing. Wonderful. What he wouldn't give for a Kelvin pod right about now.

He finally gets his breath enough to take a look at what he's wearing, and immediately his face screws up. Red, seriously? He had enough of this from the Academy. Today is already starting off great.

"Wonderful," he mutters sarcastically, and reaches up to scrub a hand over his face.


around the village & at the inn.

The first night, if you can call it night with the sun still blaring overhead for no apparent reason other than it can in this place, he stays at the Inn. He tries to help where he's able to, feeling very much like an impostor, but only at first. It seems they are all in the same situation. He doesn't know how many people are from civilizations or time periods that are warp-capable, and so he keeps a lot of information to himself. Ship is a lot easier to go with than starship. The last thing he needs to worry about is the Prime Directive.

The next couple of days, he's acquainting himself with the village as well as he's able. Which means he's likely caught someone who could use an extra pair of hands with, well, anything.

"Hey," Jim says as he jogs up to the person with a grin. "Need a hand with that?"

He'll even go so far as to offer to share some of his water if he notices anyone out there for a while under that sun.


exploring the forest.

While there are definite drawbacks to the sun never setting, and staying stationary in the sky (nevermind the science behind that which shouldn't be possible in the least), there are also perks. Perks like exploring the forest and the far canyon for hours until he has to turn back. He's found himself forced back a time or two, but it hasn't really deterred him all that much. In the forest, it's a little easier to explore longer, as he is afforded the shade, and he makes sure to bring enough water with him as he goes along.

For the moment, he's finding out the boundaries here as well as he can, but he isn't yet pushing them. Feel free to tag along or stumble upon things.

wildcard. pick a card. any card.

Did I miss something? Hit me up, I'm easy.

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exploring the forest.

[scepterschild]

Despite the heat, Wanda had to continue her daily activities. One of which was picking up sticks that would later be used in cooking. They didn't need a fire but they needed to eat.

She was wearing a light pair of green cargo pants and a white undershirt that she had pushed up so that the flat of her stomach could feel the light touch of a breeze. It was too hot. Wanda had brought a small container of water with her but she was trying to save it for as long as she could.

Wanda had seen Kirk walking past her a few times while she gathered a small collection of sticks under her arms. It was only seeing him walk by a third time that she spoke. "Having fun?"

[caelus]

Jim, while only having just arrived, considered himself to be in the same exact boat. He wouldn't have let the heat stop him on Altamid, and he wasn't going to let it stop him here either. While he had been focused on trying to explore as much of the forest as possible, it didn't seem to be going as well as he would have hoped.

In fact, he's pretty sure he just passed the same woman twice.

Which was only proven to be true on the third attempt, and he stopped, groaning in mild frustration. Jim looked over and he couldn't help the rusty chuckle that ushered forth at her question. "I mean, if you call wandering around fruitlessly in circles fun, then I guess I'm having a lot," he responded with a grin.

Might as well take a breather for a moment, he supposes, and walks a little closer to where she is. What he wouldn't give for a tricorder right about now.

[scepterschild]

Wanda watch him, her light green eyes glinting curiously in the sun. "I don’t but you seemed to be enjoying yourself." Her humor was dry but her tone was light. She didn’t want him to be discouraged though Wanda knew that it was difficult for some more than others. She didn’t know if this man was new or not, she was sure that she’d have remembered seeing him but Wanda also didn’t get out much so it was hard for her to say.

She adjusted the collection of sticks beneath her right arm before nodding towards the woods. "It’s easy to get lost. The trees move and change. There is a canyon wall around us." She’d done her own recon when she first arrived though all of Sam’s warnings had proven to be correct.

"If you want to know more you should ask the people who’ve been here longer. Walking around aimlessly and you’ll get heat exhaustion." She had some water that she could offer him though it was currently in a container on her hip and her arms were full of sticks. There wasn’t an easy way to reach it unless Jim wanted to grab it himself.

"I’m Wanda." She introduced herself since she had at least never seen him before.

[caelus]

"Well, I've had better days than the past few have been, but sulking about it isn't going to get me anywhere," he offers easily. When she mentions the trees moving and shifting, he really wishes he could have a tricorder, but even if he had it, he'd have to hide it. He'll make due.

He sees her adjust the sticks, and nods towards it. "Do you need a hand with those? I mean, I'm not getting anywhere out here, so I might as well make myself useful."

Then she mentions taking it a little easier, and he grins. "I've been more hostile places than this, but thank you. I brought some water with me in my bag."

He moves a little closer, arms out, if she wanted to hand him some of the bundle of sticks she's got. "I'm Jim, nice to meet you."

wildcard(?) -- just outside the village

[hawkeyesniper]

Riza had rolled up her pants legs, removed her shoes, and was standing in the river. She was careful of the arrow heads that people had been mentioning appearing now that the water level was low, but she was just so hot that wading in the river had just been too tempting. Of course, she wasn't the only one finding ways to deal with the heat as evidenced by the playful young dog splashing around in the water and mud of the shore. Arado had been a great dog for the winter, but his thicker fur was now proving to be a bit of a burden in the summer heat. She smiled and called him over to splash some water on him, "Don't make yourself exhausted when I'm trying to cool you off."

Arado barked and then turned his gaze back to the shore. He spotted a man approaching them from the inn and barked again. Riza looked up and had enough time to get Arado's attention to sit before he went tearing off for this new "friend." Arado quickly sat on the shore--though his wagging tail betrayed where he really wanted to go. Well, he had the alert part of being a guard dog down...Riza wasn't so sure she could ever get him to be more wary of strangers.

Living at the inn herself, she'd noticed the newest arrival, though hadn't exactly had a chance to speak with him yet. She raised a hand in greeting and called out, "Sorry if he startled you."

[caelus]

Jim had left the inn early enough that he hoped to get some decent exploration under his belt before he had to turn back, or was forced to turn back for the day. Whoever it was that had brought all of them here, the Observers, or whatever, seemed to not like people pushing boundaries around these parts.

Too bad for them, he supposed.

He was headed down to the river bank to check out a few things that had been mentioned, and see if he could gather some of the arrowheads that were showing up. He didn't have a tricorder or anything to scan them with, but they might be useful for something. Weapons, possibly, at the very least. He hoped that they wouldn't need them, but in a place like this where someone had the ability to abduct people on a whim--- Well, he wasn't expecting their hosts to be the gracious sort.

He's taken out of his thoughts as he comes out of the brush at the edge of the woods, and onto the muddy bank, greeted by a bark. Someone was certainly enthusiastic, and Jim couldn't help a grin and a wave at the dog's owner.

"No, he didn't at all. He's just excited," he started, and carefully made his way down the muddy bank so that he could talk to her easier. "I've seen you at the, uh, inn, haven't I? I'm Jim."

[hawkeyesniper]

She watched his approach and looked down at Arado, nudging him with her foot. The dog rose back to an upright position and barked happily. Riza could tell she wanted to give the man a proper greeting, but now he was covered in mud. She didn't need people thinking she hadn't trained her dog properly. Although, it really was only a matter of time before those new scrubs got dirty--it looked like he had been doing some exploring already.

When he was closer she nodded, "A lot of people move on after awhile...I decided to stay since it's a good place to keep an ear out for new arrivals and new information. I'm Riza and this is Arado," she said, gesturing first to herself and then the dog. Arado's tail was wagging fiercely and Riza smirked, "I'm not sure I can keep him from jumping on you much longer...you might want to say hello to him first before he decides to greet you first."

[caelus]

"Nice to meet both of you," Jim says with a soft chuckle.

He heads over at her prompting, and lowers his hand so that the dog can get his scent first. Get used to him a little at least. "Hey, Arado. You're an excitable type, huh?"

Then to Riza: " Did you find him out here?" Do the people that brought them all here just randomly dump animals and whatever they feel like it here? If that's the case, and it seems as though it might be, he wants to have words with them, heated ones, the more time goes by.

around the village;

[repressings]

Credence is one of those people--he refuses to dress in anything that doesn't cover his legs and arms entirely, for example, not wanting to reveal that there are more scars on parts that aren't his palms.

He's very careful about doing it, and the thought that anyone thinks he's doing it for aesthetic hadn't occurred to him, but someone jogs--jogs?--and smiles, offering him water.

Credence stares.

"...Pardon?" He asks, and it's not at all impolite but certainly confused. He's new, he realizes--sharp blue eyes and a white smile. People have energy in this heat?

[caelus]

Which is likely why, of all the people out there, he's zeroed in on Credence. With the sun up all day, every day, and with these sorts of temperatures---well, it's a medical emergency waiting to happen.

He's been careful about overexerting himself, and making sure he's taking frequent breaks from the glaring sunlight beating down. Which also explains the light jog, and the grin.

"Water, you want some? You're gonna get sick out here in all this heat wearing all that if you aren't careful," Jim says easily.

[repressings]

"I know," Credence says, and it's mumbled and sheepish. Both Kira and Graves have warned him of that--Tina, too--but he can't seem to part with the length of his shirt. Instead, he tries to play a game with himself: if he can hold eye contact with this man for more than 5 seconds, he can take a drink of water. Ready, and...

"May I ask your name?" Two. "I don't remember seeing you here before, sir."

Five. He takes the water, murmuring his thanks as politely as he can, and it feels cool on his throat despite the fact that it's probably the same temperature as the rest of the village.

fountain

[ethnobotany]

The man standing by the fountain looking like he's soaked through to the bone looks slightly familiar. In that off sort of way. He's definitely not someone she remembers meeting before and judging by the water dripping off him and the scrubs he's got on, she's guessing he's literally just pulled himself out of the fountain. Someone may or may not already have gotten to him, but even so, she may as well see if he's gotten the beginner's guide.

So she approaches with her typical smile to try to dispel any unease he may be feeling. "You look like you just climbed out," she comments easily. "Are you all right? Has anyone else been by yet?"

[caelus]

Jim is still attempting to dry himself off as much as he's able, which is involving pulling his scrub shirt up over his head, which makes his hair stand up in partially drying tufts. He's in the process of wringing it out when he catches the woman approaching him out of the corner of his eye.

She's smiling, and seems friendly enough. Jim takes a half step back, sure to keep an eye on his things as well. He isn't typically so prone to paranoia, but considering what just happened, he doesn't have a lot of blind faith to offer right out of the gate.

"I'm fine," he responds easily enough. "Little water never hurt anybody." At the question as to whether he's seen anyone else yet, he shakes his head, and slides the shirt back over his head after he's gotten as much water out as he can. The rest will either have to dry on it's own, or wait until he gets somewhere a little more private. He takes a moment, putting on his best diplomatic face, passive and interested.

"I'm Jim Kirk," he starts. "I'm guessing you're the unofficial welcome committee to whatever this place is?"

[ethnobotany]

Whatever Beverly was expecting to hear, it wasn't that particular name. She pauses so hard that she stops in her steps and nearly chokes, eyes widening before she can stop herself. Captain Kirk, by the look of him, although a bit younger than when he was actually captain. Lieutenant maybe? It's impossible to tell without the rank insignia, even if it was different back then.

For a few seconds longer, she hesitates, trying to decide how best to answer that question. And then she lets out a long, soft breath of air. Well, this will be interesting.

"Not exactly. Just someone trying to pay back a little kindness done to me when I first stepped out of the fountain." She takes a deep breath and seems to straighten. Not much, but enough for someone clearly military to recognize. "My name is Doctor Beverly Crusher. I'm... I'm also a member of Starfleet. So I guess I've just got great timing to be on the helping end of things."

around the village

[womanofvalue]

Despite her injury, Peggy's felt immensely desperate to go back to normal. Even though the springs have helped her, she can only get there every once in a while and it's not as if it truly cures her completely, which means that she ends up hobbling around from time to time, trying not to look the invalid she is. When someone jogs up to her and asks if she needs help, the embarrassing truth of the matter is that she truly does.

"If you're not fussed, I need to get this," she says, pointing to the water at her feet from the decreasing river, "to there," she says, pointing to her house. "I wouldn't ask, but there are extenuating circumstances, I'm afraid."

[caelus]

Jim hasn't been here long enough to get details on just all of what has gone down, especially not in recent months. He's quiet, mostly due to the Prime Directive, about where he comes from. Abductees or not, he still has rules to obey and uphold and a duty as a Starfleet Officer.

"Hey, everybody needs a hand sometimes, right?" he starts, picking up the water bucket. He'd seen the woman trying to make her way from the river, but didn't want to assume off the bat that she needed the help. He'd waited, and finally decided to take a chance on it. He's glad he did. His expression is light, and there's still a lingering bit of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I don't exactly have anywhere to be these days."

Which isn't completely true, but he can't get out of this place to get to those places.

[womanofvalue]

She gives a grateful hum when he picks up the water, not wanting to go over the top and praise him when it might make it seem as though she's hardly capable of handling a little water, herself, on a good day. That's the trouble with all of this. Right now is not a very good day. She gestures for the house again, trying to downplay how much effort there is for her in this particular request. "It's just for there, my house," she says, because even this little bucket of water isn't enough, but it will help her clean the wound for today.

"Do you often go around running up to the aid of strangers?" Peggy wonders, not that she doesn't appreciate it, wholly.

forest.

[mund]

Graves is not too far away, plucking and gathering herbs and edible vegetables of his own -- he's learned quickly, but the forest still presents a challenge to him, unexplored and mysterious and seemingly without end. That there is another presence within the forest with him isn't surprising; he does tend to come across them now and then.

What is, however, is that this is a new face, one he's never seen in the village before, not even in passing. Pushing aside some shrubs, he takes only a moment to size him up before speaking.

"You're new here."

[caelus]

Jim knows a handful of edible plants and such in this area. He gathers here and there, but he hasn't yet made such a stockpile that it makes it difficult for him to move at a moment's notice. For now, if it doesn't fit in his bag, he doesn't grab it.

Today, however, that isn't his goal. Instead, he's once again trying to see if he can find some kind of perimeter to this, a power source, or just anything out of the ordinary. Outside of a big canyon that they've all been dumped into by some unknown Observers. When he comes up on the other man, he stops, eyes glancing over him before he nods in answer, though it was a statement.

"What gave it away? The semi-aimless wandering?" Jim offers it with a half-laugh, mostly at his own expense.

[mund]

"Generally speaking." Graves says dryly, a spark of humor in dark eyes. His hands in his pockets, he's entirely at ease, regarding him with curiosity. He seems like he's on a mission despite appearances, and it's easy to hit far too many dead ends when you're new.

"Are you looking for something? There's food at the inn, if you need it."

Village

[bewaretheniceboy]

Help would be appreciated, but definitely not expected. Peeta's still on crutches, though it's not long until the rigid brace around his right leg is removed, but the small garden he'd planted between the bakery and his house still needs careful tending, especially in this heat and ridiculous direct sunlight. He kind of wishes he had a tarp of some kind he could string between the buildings, but he's used to doing without, and anyway, he wouldn't be able to put it up in his condition.

So he's got a long stick that he's using as a hoe, more or less, carefully poking up the ground around the base of the berry bushes, few herbs, and the apple tree he's planted there (all about half-grown, though the herbs might be full grown) so as not to damage the roots then taking a pie pan full of water and pouring some into the churned-up earth. He can't do much about sun scorching, but at least he can keep them watered. Kirk's question takes him by surprise, making him jerk a little as he tries to turn and fails when the balance on his crutch goes wonky, and in getting himself back on his feet he spills some of the water (fortunately onto a bush). "You- what'd you say?"

[caelus]

That had definitely not been helpful, and not what Jim had intended to do, startling the guy off of his feet. He moves over quickly, offering a hand out if he needs it, concern clear on his face.

"Man, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying---you okay?" he asks, stepping a little out of his space once he's back on his feet. He reaches a hand up and rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly, huffing out a laugh.

"Well, before I tried to scare you to death, I was asking if you needed a hand." A beat. "You sure you're ok?"

at the inn

[mindmeld]

Spock has only been in the village for a few days and is thus still learning the names and faces of everyone there. His mind and memory are not as sharp as they were prior, but he's gotten a decent grasp on the people - and until now, he had not spotted anyone who resembled a member of his crew.

Until Jim, walking down the hall in the inn. Spock only notices his back, but he knows that stride, the width of those shoulders. It is without hesitation that he calls out, "Jim?" and takes a few steps in Kirk's direction.

[caelus]

Jim keeps to himself for the most part. He's met a few people here and there, and introduced himself to some others. He still has rules and regulations to worry about, no matter the situation here, and he can't always give as much information as he gets. The heat is exhausting outside, and helping where he can doesn't seem like enough.

He's ready to find a spot to hunker down for the night or whatever it is out there, when he hears a familiar voice call his name. He turns, brows shooting up to his hair, but the relief on his face is blatantly obvious. "Spock!"

He's immediately turning around and backtracking, half-jogging over to get a good look at his friend, clapping him on the shoulder as he does. "You're here---are you okay?"

But, surprisingly, the first thing that gets his attention, is the fact that his First Officer and one of his closest friends does not have the ears that a Vulcan should have. He has---no, that's impossible. That's--- "What---Spock, what did they do to you?"

Who did this and why?

[mindmeld]

It is impossible to forget that he is now human. Every time his heart beats in his chest and not his side, every time he tries to focus his thoughts and retreat behind his mental shields, Spock is vividly reminded of the fact that his physiology has been altered. He knows not who, or why, or even how, only what is: he is no longer Vulcan.

Sometimes he can push aside the fact. There are other issues to worry about at this moment, such as securing a means of escape. And perhaps trying to figure out a better method of recording thoughts and ideas and the passing of days than on scraps of paper. He has determined the technology in this village is rudimentary at best, which means he has no way of contacting the ship.

Seeing the surprise on Jim's face reminds him of that, and it hits all over again, the oddity of this human body. At least Jim can recognize him - it occurs to him, belatedly, that he looks different now.

It's been years since he was adversely affected by Jim's friendly touches, but the clap on his shoulder makes him shudder, a reflexive action he cannot control, and he reaches up to remove Jim's hand, eyes darting around the hall.

"Not here, Jim."

His room is a few doors down. Spock might not possess the strength of his forefathers, but he is still in peak physical condition, so he simply pulls Jim down the hall and into his room.