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ʟᴀ'ᴀɴ ɴᴏᴏɴɪᴇɴ-sɪɴɢʜ ([personal profile] rescapee) wrote2023-07-30 12:16 pm

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[personal profile] meneur 2024-01-07 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ James hands her the drink without asking, casually pressing it into La’an’s fingers, and then takes the first fortifying swig of his own. He’s been stewing on this particular subject ever since the subspace anomaly, and although he hadn’t especially planned or rehearsed what he was going to say, he’d resigned himself to just winging it. Improv has usually worked out in his favour. Although it had let him down with La’an’s actual confession; he’d simply been too caught off-guard to know how to respond before they were both summoned away. There weren’t any convenient social etiquette guides on how to address I had a connection with an alternate timeline version of you, but he’s gone now.

But he’s been thinking about it. And he and Carol are the very definition of on-again off-again, and this year, they’ve spent most of it off. He’s been a girl-in-every-port kinda guy in his younger years. But he’s getting older, ostensibly more responsible with his officer’s commission, and so maybe it’s time to reconsider and see if he, too, could learn to change. To put down roots. Make connections, even when they’re bizarre and probably breaking some temporal rules.
]

A mulligan, a do-over, a blank slate. Have you ever golfed? My dad’s big on golfing. Anyway, my point being—

[ Cocktail in one hand, open palm in the other, he reaches out to offer an oddly formal handshake. A hello, although there’s a cheeky dimpled smile in the corner of his mouth at the conceit as he continues: ]

Hi, I’m James Kirk, first officer of the USS Farragut.
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[personal profile] meneur 2024-01-07 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, good, she’s rolling with it. (Even when their personalities were such stark opposites, their synchronicity kept cropping up in little ways: suggesting the same maneuvers, choosing the same clothes.) He couldn’t even fully explain what he’s after, either, except for a fresh meeting stripped of that baggage, the emotional weight, the false start. And now they both know the truth. ]

Only good things, I hope. Little brothers can be a pain in the ass. Even I can admit that. [ James’ smile is bright, and he moves so he’s standing comfortably beside her, both of them angling so they have a clear view of the rest of the bar, the entrances and exits. ]

I just figured it was about time we got that drink, since it looks like the ship isn’t going to blow up around us for once. And so I can get to know you, properly, and you can get to know me.

[ He delivers that ever-so-slight emphasis on the word me. The nod to what they’re both aware of. ]
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[personal profile] meneur 2024-01-16 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It’s a tiny cracked door, but he’ll take it and sidle his way in. He’s been shot down in far worse ways. And James takes the conversation and La’an’s strained words in stride as he always does, with a cheerful sip of his drink, casual and affable and unflappable as if everything about this conversation is perfectly normal.

It’s one of his strengths: that easy charm, the way he often befriends people by not working himself into knots about it.
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Seriously. Seemed like I had to buy you a drink before we all dissolved into blobs of paint, or wound up phased halfway across the universe, or turned into dinosaurs, or [ meeting our evil twins, he almost says, but thankfully manages to swallow it at the last second, pivoting: ] being transformed into our childhood selves or something. The Farragut’s had its share of weird incidents, sure, but the Enterprise seems to take the cake.

Not that that’s a bad thing, [ James is quick to add, shooting a sideways glance at her. ] It’s admirable, actually. How this crew works the problem together.