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]

[So she's a ways away from him, but Jim? Jim's got a radar for pretty women that could work in an electric storm while under fire from Klingon Warbirds. He surreptitiously scans her from a distance - human, so there's that. Not that Jim cares, exactly, but sometimes it's good to know whether or not someone else's bodily fluids will kill you.

(Then again, he always has liked to live dangerously)

Still. He's in work mode, so with one last look of resigned regret, he turns back to his duties. He can play later. If there even is a later.

So it's a pleasant surprise when she crosses his path again, and Jim can't help but grin rakishly at her.]

This? Oh, totally. Solved it hours ago. Now I'm just seeing the sights. Do you know the fire fountains don't actually burn?

[He holds out a hand - if she takes it, his handshake is firm and enthusiastic.]

Name's Jim. Jim Kirk. But just between you and me, you can call me any time.

[refusing]

Didn't, actually.

[She does take his hand to shake, her grin becoming more amused and playful. He's entertaining, a charming fast talker that reminds her a little of good old Captain Jack. She realizes just how much she misses her old friend, so it's nice to have someone to remind her of him.]

Rose. Rose Tyler. Since things are just between you and me, mind telling me if you make it a habit to stick your hands in fire all the time? And uh -

[She looks around, rising up on her tiptoes to lean in a little closer so she can whisper:]

What exactly did you solve? Something important?

[jirk]

Well, now you do.

[He lets his grip linger just a moment on her hand, and then he's back to being (semi)-professional.]

Rose. That's a gorgeous name, anyone ever tell you that? Let me just say, Rose, I never put my hands anywhere they aren't wanted. That includes places of excessive temperature, such as fire.

[Oh he's well into the realm of flirtatious now.]

Terribly important. Also classified. Sorry, it's a Starfleet thing.

[refusing]

You think you're so impressive.

[She teases, really unable to keep herself from laughing. It's not meant to be an insult at all, just an implication that she knows very well that he's all kinds of flirting with her. The smirk on her face gives clue that it's not a bad thing, just something to be amused by.]

But yeah, I've been told a thing or two 'bout my name before. Usually by aliens, now that I think about it.

[She muses over that for a second, lips pursing together. She guesses to aliens, it's pretty weird to have the name of an Earth plant. Huh. She'll just gloss right past the words that just came out of his mouth by demanding some more information out of him, the teasing lilt never leaving her voice.]

Tell me what Starfleet is. I can't be impressed if I've got no clue what you're talking about.

[jirk]

I know I'm impressive. Subtle difference.

[But there's just enough self-deprecation in his tone to keep it from being full-on arrogance. He doesn't take himself too seriously.]

Technically we're all aliens here, so your track record remains unbroken. And Starfleet? It's a humanitarian and peacekeeping armada. We represent the United Federation of Planets, some 8000 light years of space and, oh, about a thousand different worlds.

[It's kind of a Big Deal, you've probably never heard of them.

[refusing]

You're a time traveler too, then!

[And that's when her face really lights up, going from playful to fascinated. She doesn't really take in all the details, but the main idea is 8000 light years of space and a lot of different worlds. She gives a bustle of excitement, hands going up to cover her mouth.]

What's your favorite planet, outta all of 'em that're out there?

[jirk]

[He tilts his head.]

Actually, when we travel we create a subspace displacement field. We technically step out of actual 'space' and into a corridor that lets us go FTL. Um-- think of it like a hallway that's been coated with baby oil. We have to keep our time synced with the Federation standard.

[And then, well. He lifts his arms in a c'est la vie shrug.]

I haven't been to all of them. Or even most of them. But I have to say, I love Calliope. Clear skies, oceans that go on for miles. Sandy beaches. Great place. Love the locals.

[They're all hot. All of them.]

[refusing]

[So okay, maybe they're not the same. But close enough that it counts.]

Sounds beautiful. Maybe I'll get t'see it someday.

[She hopes so. It would be nice to visit a planet with oceans and nice locals and not a single ounce of trouble or danger. It'd be a real holiday for once.]

Always end of the world this, or saving the universe. Never much time for an honest break, you know?

[She wonders if it's right to be telling a stranger all this. She normally wouldn't, but he works for a place that sounds so close to the lifestyle she's used to living. It's not all that different, she tells herself.]

[jirk]

If we ever get off this rock, I'll take you myself.

[And he actually means that. It shows in the way his smile softens just a touch. He's an unrepentant womaniser, but he's not out to hurt feelings or be an asshole about it. He has the most fun when everybody else is having fun, too.]

Huh, you too? So what's your story, beautiful?

[refusing]

I just sort of hitched a lift with this man.

[She shrugs, figuring that's the most simple and easiest way to explain how she ended up with the Doctor.]

I didn't even think about it, just knew I had to see everything that's out there. All the stars, the planets, different universes...all those things and even more than that, they're perfect. Never knew what I was missing until I saw it.

[She probably looks and sounds like a dreamy child talking about space travel by this point.]

[jirk]

A free spirit. I like that.

[It's okay. His expression softens around the edges as she talks, and by the time she's done he's laughing and shaking his head. She sounds like a dreamy child, all right. One he used to know.]

And then it blew your mind, right? And you can't even think of the words to describe what you've seen, there's too much... immensity.

[refusing]

[She nods, laughing in response. She's glad that he understands where she's coming from.]

Exactly! You get it. Seeing all that, and knowing I could make a difference out there, there wasn't ever the option of going back. Not once. It's huge and scary out there, sure, but it's the only place I actually feel alive. Out there, I can be fantastic. Back home, or places like this? I'm useless.

[She pauses, and glances up at him.]

So, yeah, I'm a free spirit, guess you could say.

[jirk]

Well, you and me're gonna get along just fine, then.

[And wow, does he ever mean that.]

So, been here long?

[refusing]

Just woke up here today, actually. So, not long at all. I've been trying to look around, figure out if we're really stuck.

[She frowns some, shoving her hands into her pockets.]

So far it looks like we are, sorry t'say. I can't be, though. I've gotta find a way out.

[jirk]

[He smiles, tucks his hands into his pockets.]

Tell you what. We'll figure it out together. I'm pretty sure this place couldn't take both of us at once.

[Actual Optimist Jim Kirk.]

[refusing]

[She smiles up at him, very amused by his optimism. He's the kind of person she likes, someone who doesn't let things like this get them down.]

Deal.

[Laughing, she leans off to the side, swaying a little.]

Come on, let's do some exploring. There's no way this place can handle the two of us.

[jirk]

[He sweeps a gallant hand out in front of him in a sort of 'after you' gesture. It's at least a little because he wants to check out her - ahem - assets.]

Pretty big place. Population of about forty-nine thousand, according to the tricorder. It could hold a lot more than that, but I'm guessing the resource scarcity puts a damper on that.

[refusing]

[She's oblivious to the fact he's eyeing her as she brushes past him and takes the lead, trying to figure out the best direction to start in. She just picks one aimlessly and acts like she knows where she's going and what she's doing.]

If they're just gonna tear us away from where we belong, why do they care if there's enough resources to go around?

[She's not convinced that they do.]

Anyone work out if we're here on purpose or not? That's probably important. If it's an accident, maybe the locals'll be more on our side in the long run.

[jirk]

Probably because they don't want us resorting to cannibalism.

[Hey, he's seen it happen. Not pretty.]

According to the local watering hole [ie: the network] it sounds like we're here because we're 'heroes'.

[Not a title he'd dispute, of himself. But still.]

[refusing]

What do you mean?

[She seems a by surprised by the heroes part, but quickly goes from looking surprised at having it mentioned, to pleased.]

Guess that description fits just as well as any. Rose Tyler: hero. Has a nice ring to it.

[They cross an intersection and Rose wants to head one way over another, and she reaches down to grab hold of his hand and drag him along after her as they traipse on ahead.]

[jirk]

I have no idea. Heroism is-- you know, subjective.

[That's a deep statement for him, okay? He lets her pull him along, grinning as she does.]

I guess we just work with what we've got until we can get home.