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sixthiterationlogs2017-06-13 06:17 pm
caelus) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-06-13 06:17 pm
001. i'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage.
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.
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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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.
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"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.
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"Jim Kirk." He tells him with a grin, if an exasperated one when he mentions not having seen him before. "I only got here a few days ago. Hell of a welcome with the fountain."
He's still a little concerned with the guy out here in the heat like this. So he looks around, noting a little bit of shade from the awning of a nearby building. He jerks his head in that direction. "Wanna talk over there?"
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No. Later, he has to do it later. Goodness, Jim Kirk grins an awful lot. It would be unsettling if he wasn't so charming. He shuffles over, and once they hit the shade he takes another sip, shyly offering it back.
"Where did you come from?"
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Enough that he won't have to go find that doctor who gave him the welcome speech when he got here.
"You mean just now, or before I dragged myself out of that fountain?" He questions it gently, but decides to answer for the latter. "I grew up in Iowa. Before this I was on a---ship."
Not a lie, but he'll let Credence assume the kind of ship. He's still unsure of how to approach the Prime Directive here, and that seems the easiest way to handle things currently.