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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[imaginate]

[Proud, just like Guy. Kyle smiles fondly, and it fades. There's few in the universe who mean more to him but sometimes even he needed time off from Guy and people like him. It was... tiring.]

They don't feed you that nutrient bar crap?

[jirk]

They try. You wouldn't believe what sweet-talking the mess chief'll get you in a pinch, though.

[He's joking, though. He doesn't have a problem eating what the rest of his crew survives on. Synthesized food is becoming more and more popular, and the options for sustenance are increasing with it. Maybe one day they'll be able to push buttons and have magical steak appear. Wouldn't that be a thing.]

Actually, it doesn't bother me that much. Food's food.

[imaginate]

We keep trying to get ours to make decent mac and cheese. Seriously. Everything else in the universe, he knows, but not mac and cheese. [A shrug.] It makes excellent ammunition, though.

[jirk]

Man, don't even talk to me about mess hall foodfights. I've seen blood drawn.

[A rueful shake of the head. As he navigates those noodles.]

[imaginate]

Ain't seen one til you've been in our mess. [Out of habit he rings up a small trebuchet on the table and flicks at it.]

[jirk]

[Well, that's a thing. That he just saw. He glances at Kyle, one eyebrow arched.]

If you tell me it does julienne fries I'll be really impressed.

[imaginate]

It can't make food.

[jirk]

But it can heal people.

[You were waving that thing in his face, man, he's a little weirded out. He's silent for a moment, taking a drink of his water glass. Assessing.]

So what else can it do?

[imaginate]

Whatever I will it to, it does. If I told it to heal you, it would.

[jirk]

[He leaned back in his chair, draping one arm over its back, and made a sort of sucking noise against his teeth.]

Must come in handy.

[imaginate]

I guess.

[He's not in the mood to show off, and all things considered, it can't get them off the turtle.]

[jirk]

[Eyebrow.]

So did you invite me out to food so you could sulk in my general direction or is this some sort of Green Lantern seduction tactic I'm blissfully unaware of?

[He's pushing a little. He wants to know how hard this guy plans on pushing back. But it's not malicious, or even meant to be. It's a challenge. Inspiration and reminder both to do and be better than this.

Jim's intuitive about people. He has to be. It's a captain thing. And he knows that the face he's getting now isn't the real one. A facet of it, maybe, but not even a fraction of what this guy has to offer in the long run.]

[imaginate]

[Kyle gives him a look that's half fatigue, half amusement and tilts his head curiously.]

It has limits. Everything does.

[It's easier to tell yourself the tool's not working, instead of the workman.]

[jirk]

You're disillusioning me mightily, Angel. I always figured you guys would be more optimistic.

[In which 'you guys' are 'angels' and not Green Lanterns.]

[imaginate]

[He wants to say, that must be nice but part of him senses the trap, the push, and honestly? He resists pretty strongly when it's somebody he doesn't know, who doesn't have the right to get a reaction out of him. Oliver's been hitting his buttons and Kyle's learnt from that. So he lets himself slide into nonchalance, apathy.]

Mm.

[jirk]

[That gets both eyebrows drawn up, and then his lips tug downward in the basic equivalent of a facial shrug. He sets his chopsticks down across the top of his bowl and stands.]

Right, well. Thanks for dinner, Kyle.

[He considers being a dick and just walking out, but-- something makes him hold out his hand a second time. Never make an enemy where you can have an ally. Something he's learning all too well lately.]

[imaginate]

[He does not even waste a second shaking it firmly, his ring cold to the skin. It's not eagerness as much as it is his default amiable state, really, the unfriendliness was just a bad day and he hopes there won't be more.]

There's a better bar down the street, turn left at the first corner.

[jirk]

[That earns a little salute, and he departs.]