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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 never depress me, my day's brighter because you came over.

[ But he sits up, stretching as he gets to his feet and like a gent lets her gather her composure. ]

Drop in any time, seriously. It's not like me and Bones usually have visitors beyond Spock and Janeway who are already wrapped around your little finger, by the way.

[Affectionately,] Liar.

[But she's touched, of course she is. She knows she's setting herself up for heartbreak every time she reaches out to make new friends here, but that'll never be enough to stop her. It's always worth it. She thinks of the friends who have long since gone home, the ones like Chase and Jim and Bones who came back and didn't remember her, and all the rest. She did tell Sulu that there's no better place than the City to live in the present and she finds it's true, but it takes some help on certain days to remember that.

Despite her bruised ribs, Ginny goes in for the hug this time, brief but tight, rising up on her toes so she can plant a quick kiss on Jim's cheek, too.]

You'll never be rid of me at this rate. And thanks for having me over. I needed the break.

Captains never lie, they omit.

[ He hugs her gently this time around, pecking her back before straightening. ]

You're welcome, make sure we hang out again soon. And do me a favor, bug Bones at the hospital? Take him a snack, he'll love to see you drop in on him for lunch.

Well, I won't ground myself for long, I'll go mad. We'll go flying soon.

[Folding up their sketches and tucking them into her back pocket for safekeeping. His request earns him a raised eyebrow and a small smile.]

Alright, I will. But what makes you say that?

[ He isn't about to tell her about Leonard's history, giving a shrug that says as much as he tucks his hands in the back-pockets of his jeans. ]

He's just fond of you, is all. I can tell.

Because I force him to put up with me.

[She's fond, too. He makes being away from home easier, somehow. Maybe because when she was ill, they spoke about her father.]

I'm sure you understand. [Gathering up her things, leaving the bag of sparklers, sliding her wand into the sleeve of her jumper.] I'll tell him you sent me if he gets tetchy for whatever reason.

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Oh, that's right, throw me under the bus.

[ Lightly 'kicking' her up the butt as he opens the front door. ]

[Swatting at the air, stop it, you.]

What are friends for? [She sticks her hands in her pockets and turns to face him on the threshold, smiling still.] Bye, Jim. See you later.

[And with that, she twists on the spot, and vanishes with a sharp crack! through the air.]

... I'm too sober for vanishing women.

[ CLOSES THE DOOR ON AIR. ]

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