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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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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.
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"Are you looking for something? There's food at the inn, if you need it."
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"Just looking around, mostly. I didn't mean to barge in on you here." And he seems to have forgotten to introduce himself as well.
"Sorry, I'm Jim, by the way."
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He nods by way of greeting. "And no, you're not intruding." He glances over his shoulder, then looks back at him. "If you're looking for a way out, I suggest other ways aside from testing the boundaries of this place. Many have tried, to differing but equally fruitless results."
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At least so pleased as one can be to be kidnapped and dumped into an unfamiliar place with a bunch of equally unfamiliar people. Though at the kind of gentle warning, he supposes it is, Jim can't help but quirk an actual grin.
"Can't really afford not to. I've got people depending on me back where I come from, and---I guess as far as boundaries go, I'll believe that when I see it myself." A half-chuckle. "No offense."
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"I could walk with you, if you like." After all, he doesn't have anything better to do at this point.
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If every single one of those people had a good head on their shoulders to go with those shiny collar pins. Still, he's a little surprised by the offer of company, but he keeps it off of his face, nodding instead.
"Sounds good," he starts, nodding to what he was doing before. "If you want I can wait until you're done with this. Help a little if you tell me what I'm doing."
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"Edible plants." He shares, opening his hand to show him some of the green leaves and tubers. "It's something to supplement the meat with. What you need to do is to find the ripe ones, here -- " He gestures to the nearest one. "And tug them up."