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moves like jagger [open]
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.
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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The sun hurts. His skin hurts. His hair hurts, which is both weird and mildly disturbing.
So he's out on the town, in a pair of shades (he could only find the one) wandering aimlessly in search of a little hair of the dog.
Instead? Instead, he rounds a corner and bumps right into a supernova. In several senses of the word. First of all? The simple act of running into someone sets his teeth on edge and his head to pounding. Secondly? She's pleasantly attractive (aka: hot) and that confuses all the neurons firing in his brain. He twitches a smile at her, one palm pressed against the side of his head in a vain attempt to make the pounding stop.]
Small world.
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[She stumbles back a moment after turning the corner and bumping into someone. It's just a small sound, one of surprise, and a string of words pops out somewhat loudly immediately.]
Oh deities, I'm sorry! I didn't see you there, I just...turned the corner--
[Seeing the man holding a hand to his forehead, knowing she's too short to have actually run into him there, she cuts off.
Bryn has been around the block a few times when it comes to drinking. And then she's gone around several other blocks as well, often with friends. And as of recently, she's been hanging out around Grantaire as he goes through withdrawal. Perhaps she just has hangovers on the brain as a result, but he certainly looks pained, like he had a heck of a night the night before.]
I'm sorry, Small world?
[The four words come out more quietly than the ones before, and if her eyes flick up and down to check him out at the same time, well, she's only human isn't she?]
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My bad, at first glance you kind of look like a friend of mine. Must be the [fingerpoint to his shades] glasses.
[He holds out a hand.]
Name's Jim, Jim Kirk. Sorry about the whole high-speed collision. Let me buy you breakfast to make up for it.
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Bryn Zethir, but please just call me Bryn.
[Tilting her head, she adds after a moment:]
And you know, maybe you ought to let me buy you breakfast instead. You look like you could use something solid.
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You look like shit, Jim.]no subject
[Yep, and he's right back into the teasing.]
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Maybe where you're from but I don't really subscribe to that notion. Besides, you're new here, right?
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[It occurs to him too late that she probably won't have a clue what that means.]
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I don't know what spanking has to do with it, Jim, but I'll take that for a yes.
[With sly quirk of her lips, she tilts her head down the direction of a nearby lane.]
You can tell me over breakfast though. Come on, this way.
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[He grins, holds out his arm for her to take, and lets her take the lead. Breakfast, good company. Sounds like a plan.
Who knows, maybe it'll even make him forget his headache.]