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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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I was wondering where you'd gotten to.

[ IMPERVIOUS. ]

Captain, I find this idea unadvisable.

[He doesn't like parties don't make him B(]

I'm going to block off the door to your apartment, Spock, no one's going to get through and bug you. You don't even have to turn up if you don't want to, although I know for a fact Uhura's bringing food and planning on having a dance.

[ Gently coaxing ... ]

[...]

[...]

[why does he like you again]

You have invited everyone, you will not have sufficient food.

So we'll do a food run if we need to, it'll be fine. It's not a formal thing, Spock.

How do you plan to eject unruly visitors?

[Or for that matter, have you thought this through at all, Jim? B(]

I don't know. Probably with my fists.

[ #a good plan ]

Unacceptable. You are likely to have imbibed alcohol, and thus will not be in an optimal state to carry it out.

Spock, I'm not calling off the party just because you're presenting me with a bunch of What Ifs.

Captain, [just that little flicker of irritation] you have clearly not thought this through. While Khan may be gone, there are other hostile elements within the City. It would be wise to consider contingencies.

Edited 2013-11-04 04:51 (UTC)

How's this, people almost got eaten alive last month and now they just want to relax somewhere that isn't plastered in skeletons and creepy as fuck decorations. It's because Khan's gone that I'm throwing this party, so we can get to know more people and make allies with others we haven't had a chance to socialize with in person before.

We can't always be there to help each other straight away, I need you and everyone else to have your own contingency plans. Do you see where I'm coming from?

[Spock neither stiffens nor flinches. The corner of his mouth quirks slightly downwards. He is very unhappy that there are going to be so many unknown variables, so many people he doesn't know, hasn't vetted, and therefore doesn't trust around.]

[An emotional argument like this one, a thunderous incoming tide, he has no defence against or answer for. This is just Jim, being an unstoppable force.]

[Spock is not an immovable object.]

You are suggesting that we make connections with other residents and rely on them instead of the crew in time of need.

[A beat.]

I fail to follow.

[ Sighssss. ]

You don't have to get it, Spock, just trust me. Okay? And then when things get all science'd up at some indeterminate point, I'll return the favor.

[Just trust me.]

[Spock eyes him over the feed, unconvinced.]

... You are being a friend?

[ Oh, boy. ]

It's how humans usually make friends when they're not trying to save each others lives. [ Little bit of forced humor there, aheh. ] They ... I don't know, they make merry, get down and dirty on a social level so once they've seen each others' vices it's easier to be informal later. And then friends, hopefully.

I want to see what these people are like before and after they're at their worst, who I can trust. And about thirty-percent of this party is me just being glad Khan's gone.

[Spock's mouth thins into a brittle line. Nibiru is a sore spot now - he's aware at the point he was then, he wouldn't have much trouble leaving Jim behind, in that volcano, destiny or no destiny.]

[And that entire explanation makes no sense at all to him - human social mores never really have. Exposing emotional vulnerability like that, publicly? It's just Not A Thing. He gives Jim a long look, shoulders stiff.]

I will supplement your observations.

[ Spock is going to make Jim internally sigh himself to death one day, but for now he merely nods. ]

Thanks. You can make sure I don't vomit all over myself, that's a fun duty.

[ And he cuts the feed. ]

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