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[hischair]

[ Sighing as he drops in a new leather chair (not a word from you, crew), Jim looks like he's thoroughly making up for a month of hectic near-death experiences, wrapped in a woolly cardigan and one of those yellow tops he can't quite get out of the habit of buying. For anyone from his world, he's gone for an eerily close approximation of Captain Kirk. Except he's still just Jim when he speaks, the echo of his command bleeding through from last month when he had to actively step up to be a Big Damn Hero. Enough of that for now. The only thing he wants in mortal peril any time soon is the morning toast from his amazing lack of cookery skills. ]

Back where I come from, there's this log that I do as the captain that serves as the official documentation of, well, whatever my ship's up to. You always put the stardate, but I haven't been doing that here because we're temporally displaced and there's no point. [ He picks up a PADD (a transparent iPad, by all 21st century accounts) to scroll through what appears to people watching the video as backwards, bright blue writing. ] I forgot that the other night after the celebrations and apparently, while drunk off my ass, tried to make up for this. I'd like to share it with you.

[ Clearing his throat, he reads: ] Captain Awesome's Log, stardate This Is Hilarious Tequila. I am very suspicious of skeletons.

So, yeah, that beauty's staying in there forever, I can't wait for the admiralty to get a load of it one day. [ Dropping the PADD onto his lap, Jim scoots back on his chair to get comfy, arms crossing as he folds his legs. ] Speaking of parties, if you want to come over here on the fifth to celebrate Bonfire Night, you're welcome to do so. I'm gonna grab some fireworks and set them off on the roof when it gets dark but then we'll be heading back into the apartment for food and beers and music, the usual. I don't know that much about the date itself, it kind of died off back on the Earth I know so if there's a tradition I'm forgetting, fill me in. Everyone's invited, I don't actually know a lot of you so this is a good chance to rectify that without the City trying to squash us. Back at Starfleet Academy, when there were too many people crammed into the dorm parties we spilled out into the corridor, I guess we'll do that again here. It was how we all got to know each other and relax around exams. [ What else is he forgetting? Damn, it's been a while since he played host. Rubbing a freshly shaved chin, Jim pulls a face. ] If you don't mind crashing on the floor, we could probably fit ten people in the main room if you get to wasted to drive. That's not meant as incentive, I'm just saying.

House rules are: don't break anything, don't be a dick, the bedroom is a cloakroom and I get to kick your ass if I find you in there otherwise, don't screw around with fireworks unless I'm there and bring your own alcohol. I'm not made of money in this dimension.

Alright, you've got a couple of days to figure out whether you can make it to the house party. Reply to this broadcast and let me know what's going on. Kirk out.

[ Sitting up to turn off the communicator, Jim gives an informal salute. ]

( OOC: OPEN PARTY LOG OVER HEEERE )

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[lefthandedgenius]

I like your tablet. What do I have to do to get one of my own? And really, why haven't you tapped me for lab assistance work on one of your projects? I'm terribly disappointed, Jim. Terribly disappointed.

[Also,]

Of course I'll come to your party. Let me know if I can help.

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[hischair]

I made it. I'm not supposed to share the tech from our century with people from the past, sorry. Kind of a rule we're striving to keep, since we've screwed up the Prime Directive already, also why I've been a secretive asshole in the labs. Forgive me?

[ Yes, good, come to the party and be one of the cool kids in the kitchen. ]

[lefthandedgenius]

Yeah, that never really made sense to me because from what I understand the moment you go back to one's own time-space continuum you forget everything you experienced and learned in The City until and unless you return to it and then your memory may or may not be restored. And you tend to treat the Prime Directive like an occasional booty call you flirt with now and again, from what I understand. [She's not complaining, Jim - just making an observation. And grinning while doing so.]

You're forgiven provided you treat me to lunch one day at the lab.

[hischair]

[ Laughing dfjgkhl. ]

It's a serious rule! I swear to God. Look, how about I bring you lunch and ask my superior officer whether it's okay to share the goodies? Can't do any worse than not to try, right?

[lefthandedgenius]

[Congratulations, James T. Kirk! You have unlocked the 'Lydia casually hairflips and smiles dazzlingly at you as you succumb to her will' achievement! Enjoy the warm glow in your tummy.]

That would be fantastic, thank you for even trying. Just for that, you, me, and a monocrystal cortenum breakdown simulation with variable elemental inclusion over wine and candlelight is totally going to happen. [She's teasing about the wine and candlelight, promise. Except no. But yes. Maybe? Either way, science is hot, mmmkay?]

[hischair]

[ It feels like he ate a Twinkie, this is ... strangely addicting. HMM. ]

I'll bring the red. [ Is he joking too? We'll never know. ] Captain Janeway's not impervious to a good case, I think I can make yours easily enough.

[lefthandedgenius]

Bring me along? I'd love to meet her. I think we may have spoken in passing but you know how fleeting network communiques can be. Even if she says no way it'd still be worth the time to get introduced, I think.

[hischair]

I'll try and tempt her to come to the party. It's meant to be a chance for everyone who got screwed over by the City to make new friends in case the same thing happens again, we could all use more allies. I figure what's a better way to get them loosened up than with shots?

Y'know, you'd have been a great Starfleet officer on the Science track.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Her smile turns playfully sly.]

But not Command? [Ambitious, this one. Though she's not being terribly serious.]

I'm assuming you mean booze when you say shots, but you do live with Dr. McCoy, and he may have some funny ideas in that direction.

[hischair]

He's going to be necking mint juleps all night, don't let him convince you to try one. [ Jim slouches in his new chair, shrugging innocently. ] You could always try on my captain's shirt, see if the Command gold suits you.

[lefthandedgenius]

Mint juleps, those are like mojitos, right?

[Equally innocently,] What happens when I look better in that shirt than you do? You might end up taking it off me out of sheer jealousy.

[hischair]

[ Nodding in agreement to the drinks, there's nothing but wide-eyed regret a moment later. ]

What can I say? I'm a possessive kind of guy.

[lefthandedgenius]

Still worth trying anyway. I'm pretty sure I can rock the gold.

[Look Jim, you had this coming the moment you invited her to try on your clothes. Even kiddingly.]

[hischair]

I'm pretty sure you can too, princess.

[ Smirking, but hey, it's in approval of what he sees and what she knows. Brainy and beautiful? Sign him up. ]

Any drink requests before I go on a mercy shopping run tomorrow?

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[candothat]

Captain? Lydia has seen some of our technology already. I did not think to ask before giving her full access to my laboratory at City Solutions.

[Chekov stopped caring about the Prime Directive, like, a year ago. It's not like anyone's going to remember anything they learn!]

I'm sorry, sir. I will accept whatever punishment you think is suitable.

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[hischair]

[ Oh, shit. ]

Don't worry, I'll take care of it. If anyone asks, you let her see that stuff on standing orders from me prior to Janeway's arrival. Alright?

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[candothat]

I would rather take responsibility for my actions than have you lie and accept the consequences.

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[hischair]

You have taken responsibility by owning up to me and it's my decision not to take this any further, do you understand?

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[candothat]

Aye, sir.

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[hischair]

Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it. It's okay, really.

[ And now that's done with, ] Are you coming to the party?

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[candothat]

[He doesn't actually believe that it's okay, but Kirk's the captain.]

Yes, if there are no emergencies between now and then.

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[hischair]

[ Captains get to make things okay, benefit of the triple stripes. ]

Great, it wouldn't be the same without you. Oh, I'm going to bribe Sulu with sparklers, d'you think it's wise to give him something designed for waving around that can set things on fire?

[ Heh, just kidding but y'know. Putting a FLAMING SWORD in Sulu's hands is kind of a hilarious metaphor. ]

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[candothat]

Only if you don't also bribe him with alcohol at the same time. He is a terrible drinker. If he is sober, I think that your apartment will not be burned down.

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[hischair]

I doubt he'll stay sober for long. Keep an eye on him for me? I don't want you guys not to have fun, just ... I like having somewhere to sleep that isn't smoking.

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[candothat]

I will ensure that he does not leave you homeless. The rest of your guests--you will need to watch them.