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[ 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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[ you're just making up for the fact that you left him for a blowjob. classic jim tbqh, but like hell is bones gonna say no to mint juleps. ]

Hell no. You're gettin' them or I'm kicking everyone out, including you.

[ and you know him. he will. ]

[ It was a mutual blowjob while he was drunk, ain't no pillow-queening over here, damn it. And this is why Jim is applying to Tony Stark for help, he knows a Serious Case when he makes one. ]

Do you want anything else? I'll do a shopping run the night before.

Yeah, go to that dry cleaning place and pick up your new leather jacket that I bought you.

[ isn't he the best best friend ever. ]

Whaaat. Bones, if I didn't know you like I do, I'd think you were trying to marry me.

[ Never mind that they kind of already are, platonically. ]

Don't be melodramatic. I promised I'd get you a new one. [ he doesn't break promises. ] Next time, just try to take it off and fold it nicely before you throw yourself into a crowd of walking skeletons.

Edited 2013-11-03 19:47 (UTC)

[ Presents tho!! ]

I'll kiss it goodnight and tuck it in, don't worry.

[ and it's not even christmas yet. ]

Infant.

[ how fond are you, bones. ]

[ Christmas is going to be disgustingly festive. ]

Thanks, sugar daddy.

Remember our own set of house rules, Stitches. No sex in the apartment. Do it outside if you're that desperate.

Edited 2013-11-03 20:10 (UTC)

You know how that's going to sound, right? "We can't make out in here because it's mine and Bones' bed, he's weird about that."

I'm just saying.

The fact that we have one bedroom is already going to be weird.

[ what did he say before, jim? he dosn't care. ]

It's the house rules and you'd like to still like to have a best friend at the end of the day because he's more important than the random fuck for the night.

[ :( ]

You already know you are!

[ Little offended here. ]

I know.

[ anyway, blazing through that - ]

Peaches or apples?

Peaches.

[ Don't say he never sacrifices anything else for you!! ]

[ apples, it is. ]

I'm gonna need a huge pan for the pie. All-purpose flour, sugar, shortening.

[ he'll make an apple run and hide it away until bonfire night itself. ]

Why are you baking? You never make pies just for us anymore, it takes a party to bring it out of you?

[ :( ]

Rules of the south, sweetheart. You always put your best foot forward to your guests.

Besides, you've never asked me.

Edited 2013-11-04 00:43 (UTC)

I'm neglected, that's what.

You're a child, is what you are.

If you wanted one, you could've just asked. [ there will be a lot of grousing, but he will do it. ]

Asking takes all the fun out of surprise pie.

You can ask for a pie but not what kind of pie.

A man walks into a bar. Two pies sit down beside him, one on his left and on his right. He knows they're both delicious and if he pokes one with his spoon then he'll probably be leaving the bar with it. Why does the man have to do the poking, Bones? Sometimes, he just wants the pies to surprise him.

[ Laughing under his breath, fuck you this is super serious. ]

[ wtf r u smoking ]

I didn't understand even half of what you just said. I'm ignoring it.

Too deep, huh?

Too... you.

[ oops this isn't video - you know what he means. ]

Edited 2013-11-04 02:34 (UTC)

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