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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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[Because she knows that was a concern quite early on. She tips her head back to look at what he spells out next and exhales something like a laugh, cheeks colouring.]
I'm sure you were an adorable baby. [ICKLE JIMMY is what goes tracing through the air next.] Charming everyone with those eyes of yours. Troublemaker.
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[Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange are SUCH GEMS. Ginny glances at him when he answers her, smile softening some and she thinks back to one of their first conversations when he came to the City, asking gently,]
Your brother, right?
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Uh, yeah. The whole thing I told you about.
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Sorry. [She moves her sparkler like she's tracing some city skyline, exhaling.] Sometimes I forget—I mean, I've been thinking about family a lot, lately. Doesn't mean I should go barging in on other people's.
[She rubs at her cheek like that'll lessen the colour there, then - ]
You said you were going to draw something?
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Not much to talk about. [The mountain left her shaken but it's been a few days and she's better than dwelling. She should be. That's why she's here, isn't it, to forget?] Nothing you don't already know, anyway. [She shifts to free her arm and points.] So what's this?
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This is my ship. It's enormous, the flagship of the 'fleet. [ Doodling a mini bridge, he puts a stick-figure Spock standing behind a seated, similarly stick-figure Jim, things like SCIENCE STATION and COMMUNICATIONS labelled. ] Annnd here's where the senior officers hang out on the bridge ... see, this is my chair.
[ He ducks his chin to meet her nose to nose, booping her with the end of the pencil. ]
You're okay to sit in it because I say so, if anyone asks.
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Is it that special? [Yes, with the way she slants her gaze at him, she knows that it must be.] Can you control the whole ship from there? [But Sulu is the helmsman, she does know that. Ahem.] I don't know if I can make a firework detailed enough to get your whole bridge crew, Captain.
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[ Waggling his browsss. ]
Never mind the fireworks, I'm illuminating you on my home here. This is where Uhura sits, and Sulu and Chekov are over here ... they're always chatting to each other, but pretend I didn't tell you I noticed. Bones is supposed to stay in medbay, but he's always mooching around to see what's going on up here.
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[Then she falls quiet and lets him explain it, watching him sketch and point out the different seats, and she wonders if she could ever sketch out Hogwarts with the same care and attention to detail. It's been a few years, it feels like, and like no time at all. Maybe the Burrow.
Yeah, she could do the Burrow.]
You mean he's always making sure you aren't getting up to any trouble. [She elbows him gently in the side, smirking.] I expect it's better you're all up there together, anyway. Family, right?
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[ Yeah, Bones belongs there. Jim eyes Ginny for a moment, then offers over the pad. ]
Want a go?
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[She blinks at the offering, straightening a bit against him and the back of the sofa, taking it even as she glances at him with a questioning look.]
—er, at what, exactly? [Teasingly,] Just because you lot tell me all about the ship doesn't mean I can draw it, too.
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[ Lacing his hands behind his head, he slumps and waits with an expectant look. ]
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I beg your pardon.
[That definitely kicks a bit more life back into her. She is a Gryffindor, after all. Ginny sits up straighter and tucks her legs under her so she can rest the pad on her thighs, flipping to a fresh page and sketching out the ship as best she can. It's rough, of course, but the general idea is there and it's almost absentminded, the way she starts to add her own notes in the margins about the spellwork and potions she'll need to make it happen.
Doing her twin brothers proud, she hopes.]
What colour is she?
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She's white and grey, but the ends of the nacelles here, those are bright blue.
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[How do they stay in the air?]
I think it's brilliant, honestly. How things like this are possible without magic. I've been here a few years and it still amazes me when people talk about it.
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[WHATCHU TALKIN' 'BOUT, CAP. She snatches that pencil back and adds her broom next to her, thanks very much.]
I'd love to see your ship. [Softer,] And then I'd take you on a tour of my school. Moving staircases, suits of armour that sing carols around Christmastime, paintings that visit other paintings and talk to you.
[She grins, adding a little castle in the background of their collaborative sketch.]
If it weren't for that whole Temporal Prime Stuff, I'd tell you to visit.
[Yeah, she knows she's got the definition of it completely wrong. Whatever. Temporal is in it, that's close enough to time travel... right.....]
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[ He drapes an arm around her shoulders, tugging her in to kiss Ginny's crown and rub her arm. ]
I'd love to see your school. You could show me all your favorite places.
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[Some people get so sensitive about it. x( ]
Well, the Quidditch pitch, of course. And the sunset from the Astronomy Tower's spectacular. [Did they repair it after the battle?] Of course, that's where everyone sneaks off to with whoever they want to snog, so that's why I know that at all. [Smirking.] And the kitchens, of course, to nick some food after curfew.
[She settles in the half-circle of his arm and tips her head up to look at him, brows raised.]
What're your favourite places on board?
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I love the bridge. You can talk to anyone on the whole ship from there and it's where I wind up spending most of my time, anyway. There are three shifts, Alpha, Beta and Gamma, and I switch mine up as much as I can so I get to see more of the crew but me and Spock are usually assigned to Alpha.
Hmm. I like my bedroom, does that count? Me and Spock have an adjoining bathroom because he's my First Officer, so it's a smidgen more luxurious than what the rest of the crew has.
[ He leans in to whisper against her temple. ]
He shaves like crazy and sometimes leaves hairs in the sink, but shh. He'll deny it.
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Try having five girls to one bathroom, then we can talk about messy sinks. And I thought sharing with my brothers was bad enough. Then I went to Hogwarts.
[So much for not talking about family. Ginny can't help but laugh, though, more at ease now than she was when she knocked on his door. To speak with someone who doesn't necessarily know her whole story helps her get away from it, just as much as being told about other worlds helps.]
Well, then, Jim. [Patting the page in front of them.] I'll try to do her justice. [A pause.] And I know you'd rather be back there than here, but for what it's worth—I'm glad I've gotten to know you and your crew.
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I wouldn't have changed a thing that brought me here, sweetheart. Not a thing.
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[She says it quietly, almost like she'd rather not admit it at all but she thinks she should.]
But I can't do that. Maybe I'm just, I don't know, sentimental. I've always said you lot are the reason I've stayed sane in this place. So—can you promise me something, Jim? Say goodbye when you head off. Loads of people don't, my brothers never did, and I just... [She shrugs, unsure where she's going with this now, voice trailing away to a murmur as she fingers the corner of the notepad.] That's all.
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