moves like jagger [open]

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk and open!
Date: May 4th, watch as I refuse to crack jokes about rival sci-fi franchises.
Location: A couple different scenarios, thread starters for each. If you'd like to set up another scenario, PM me and we can hash out something else!
Situation: Jim's acquainting himself with the concept of being, you know, on a giant turtle.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't go past PG-13.
Notes: Starting in prose, feel free to hop in with prose or actionspam.

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[jirk]

Whoa. Wait. Stop the presses or the -- trains or whatever you guys had back then, you can fly?

[GIRL YOU'VE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON HIM ALL THIS TIME??

THIS TIME THAT'S LIKE... TEN MINUTES?]

[hugmagnet]

Oh, yeah, did I not mention that? Sorry, I'm so used to people just....knowing already. [Her powers and identity are very public at home] You wanna see?

[jirk]

'Do I wanna see'?

[HE REPEATS THAT WITH FAINT INCREDULITY.]

Seriously, that's like asking if we're breathing oxygen you are damn right I wanna see. Can you carry people?

[This is the story of how he'll totally leap at the chance for a new experience.]

[hugmagnet]

[Carol laughs and steps away from Jim. She will totally show you how she flies. She never passes up the chance to show off]

People, cars, buses, helicarriers....are you asking me to take you flying? [Because she will also totally do that. This is how strong friendships are built]

[jirk]

I am definitely asking you to take me flying.

[DON'T MAKE HIM BEG HE WILL TOTALLY BEG.]

[hugmagnet]

[She grins at the enthusiasm because no one is really all that crazy about flying at home. Everyone's used to it and most people can do it themselves. She takes another step back and pushes off from the ground, floating an inch or so above it and holds her hand out to Jim]

Come on, then.

[jirk]

[It doesn't even occur to him to say don't drop me, because really, the danger's half the fun, right? He takes her hand without the barest amount of hesitation.]

Just don't mess up my hair. You have no idea how long I spend in front of a mirror each morning perfecting this exact look.

[No he actually doesn't care. At all. Beam him up, Carol Danvers!]

[hugmagnet]

[Carol laughs, taking a firm hold of Jim's hand and tagging him up to her level] Wouldn't wanna ruin what I'm sure was hours of hard work. I'll even be nice and spare your dignity by not carrying you bridal style. Put your arm around me.

[jirk]

[Oh don't

don't challenge his ability to be undignified. Jim grins.]

Hey, there is nothing wrong with getting carried bridal style. I'd even go so far as to say it's kinda hot.

[But he steps up beside her obligingly anyway and tucks an arm around her waist. He's not even being handsy! What a gentleman.]

[hugmagnet]

[She will challenge and probably match it]

Well when you put it like that, maybe we'll do it later. [She's only half teasing. And she appreciates the "not getting handsy" because that means she doesn't have to throw him to the ground. She wraps her own arm around Jim's shoulders] Hold on tight.

[And up away from the ground she goes]

[jirk]

[Jim's been flying plenty of times. He's got his pilot's certification from the Academy and everything, even if it was never his focus. He's got the reflexes for it, and the dumbass daring you need to be a pilot in the first place. And he always had a decent sense of spatial awareness, an ability to know the dimensions of his craft and how it related to his surroundings without really having to think about it.

And he's done things like, you know, jumped out of low orbit to a planet's surface. He's skydived.

Okay, so maybe that's more 'artful falling' than 'flying' per se, but there was always such a sense of sheer exhilaration in doing it he didn't even care. There's nothing like being able to hear your heartbeat in the rush of air in your ears and the knowledge that you're relying on your own strength and skill and equipment to survive.

But this? This is relying on a stranger. Admittedly one of the hottest strangers he's ever seen, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wouldn't drop him, and that possibility makes him grin. Jim lives dangerously at the best (worst?) of times, so the added element is excellent.]

Bad time to ask if you come here often?

[He shouts that, over the wind. There's nothing even approaching fear in his tone, expression or body language. James 'Bring it the Fuck On' Kirk, at your service.]

[hugmagnet]

[Carol is, at least, a trustworthy stranger. Not that Jim has any way of knowing that but still. She won't drop him on purpose unless he gives her a damn good reason to. For her it's not so strange. Taking people flying. She's done it plenty of times before. She at least keeps the speed down as the soar over buildings]

Terrible time because that is a terrible line. Come on, I bet you can do better than that.

[jirk]

We'd have to be half naked for the other lines to work!

[And he's just. Grinning at her. Not even a little abashed.]