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.

Comments

I had to with the icon

[hugmagnet]

[Carol's only been here a few days so she isn't all that familiar with the place herself. She's been wandering around, getting acquainted with the layout of the turtle and the people. She hasn't learned much and being on a giant turtle to still immensely weird to her but what can she do? She spots Jim one day as she's wandering around. He looks like he just stepped right out of a sci fi show so naturally he catches her attention and she decides to approach, arms folded over her chest in complete neutrality. He's either a massive nerd or this is going to be the best meeting ever. Either one is okay with her, really. She's wearing civvies so she looks like a completely normal human woman]

Are the plants around here really that interesting? Nice uniform, by the way.

[jirk]

You like?

[He grins, preens a little bit. Ladies do dig the uniform, and she is particularly gorgeous.]

Plants, buildings. Rocks. This thing loves its rocks.

[hugmagnet]

Oh yeah. Fancy. Some kind of military?

[Pfft, dork. Oh well, he's kind of cute]

Rocks. Fascinating. I think your little device there could use a hobby. Though I know some scientists back home who'd probably wet themselves over this. You might want to watch it before it starts collecting them.

[jirk]

Starfleet. Exploration and peacekeeping armada.

[He gives her a vague little salute, highly flirtatious.]

There's some scientists here who're pretty much all over it. Not me, it.

[TRAVESTY. He isn't used to being overlooked on behalf of his technology, okay?]

[hugmagnet]

Starfleet. Wow. Well, I'm thoroughly impressed.

[No really, you have her attention. Space military? Yes please tell her more. The salute gets a little laugh. If an attractive man in a uniform wants to flirt with her, she's pretty okay with that]

I never understood scientists. I mean some of their work is necessary. Some of it is even impressive. Lasers, for example. I'm a fan of lasers. But mostly it just seems boring, you know? Give me something to punch over all that lab work any day. [Then she grins a little] Not used to not being the center of attention?

[jirk]

And you should be impressed.

[Because he certainly is. She is stunning.]

Hey, you are preaching to the choir over here. Science is just so not my thing. Why would you worry about the molecular structure of a plant when you could be -- you know, punching things.

[Can he keep her? A woman after his own heart he is already half in love.]

That depends, would it score me sympathy points if I said 'no'?

[hugmagnet]

Modest too.

[Oh, this guy is fun]

Yeah, no kidding. I guess it appeals to some people though. Staring at molecules under a microscope all day. There's this guy back home who wets himself over robotics and atoms. He invented this stuff that makes things tiny. He also invented an evil evolving robot that wants to kill all of humanity so he's not all there in the head. [Mocking Hank Pym behind his back will always be her favorite thing. It's easy, fun and he gives her a lot of material]

Probably not. But it'd be a nice try.

[jirk]

Would you be?

[He raises an eyebrow, grins a bit.]

Huh. Well he sounds like a stand-up member of society, doesn't he?

[Also crazy. 'What would happen if Spock went evil' sort of crazy. Which he does not like.]

Oh, well. In that case. I'm pretty much always the center of attention, and it's killing me not to have that here.

[He really sells it, too. Completely earnest.]

[hugmagnet]

Modesty is for lame people.

[In other words no she doesn't know how to modesty. She's awesome, why should she? This is the beginning of a possibly terrible friendship]

Yeah, he's....special. In a really crazy way.

[Carol can at least pretend to be sympathetic]

Oh, you poor thing. Well, I'm paying attention to you now. I'm sure that helps.

[jirk]

[He points at her decisively.]

Modesty is for lame people. Which means that we must be supremely awesome by comparison.

[He offers her his arm, because wherever they're going they're going to be doing it together. Hello, you are his new best friend.]

Name's Kirk. Jim Kirk. Captain, USS Enterprise.

[hugmagnet]

[She laughs at that. She likes this guy. He's fun]

I like the way you think.

[Following men she just met? Sure, why not. He's fun, like she said, and besides she's pretty sure she can break him in half if he tries anything she objects to. Not that she thinks she'll object too much because he also happens to be rather attractive. Hello, new best friend. She'll just take your arm and go along with you]

Nice to meet you, Captain. Carol Danvers, Avenger and former Air Force pilot.

[jirk]

No way! Air force? What's that even like?

[He is All Ears, Carol, really. He's got a thing for women in uniform.]

[hugmagnet]

It's amazing. Nothing like your job, I'm sure. [Because seriously, Captain in the space military. If that had been available to her she would have jumped all over it] But there's something really freeing about flight. Being up above the ground, everything below looking tiny....there's nothing better. I mean, now I can fly on my own but being behind the controls of a plane is still a great feeling.

[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.