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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[onefouroneseven]

Earth Sector, and do not be. I only came to offer my aid should it be required.

[ The amount of unimpressed she is with his flirtations is palpable. But her gaze flickers to the object in his hand - it's not something she's seen the likes of on the turtle, nor like something most of the people here would have on hand. Interesting. ]

Doctor Soranik Natu, of the Green Lantern Corps.

[jirk]

[Yikes, doctors. Count the ways in which he doesn't have a good track record with their particular ilk. He straightens a little, almost self-consciously. Odds were she wasn't as hypo-happy as McCoy, but give credit where credit is due. She's hot and a doctor, that is a patently terrible combination.]

Jim Kirk, USS Enterprise. It's a pleasure.

[-- well, it could be.

Doctor, he reminds himself, a little sternly.]

[onefouroneseven]

[ Sora lets herself drop onto the ground, lips still pressed together in a firm line. But he seems to at least dropped the obvious pick up lines - which puts him at a higher level than some others she could mention. ]

I am certain it is. You did send out an SOS, did you not?

[ Business first, as always. Because if he is in immediate danger, Sora would like to have that addressed as soon as possible before trying to make it clear she's not interested in most forms of small talk. ]

[jirk]

Sure did. But it's-- meant for any Starfleet in the area. How'd you pick up on it, anyway? It's supposed to be encrypted.

[Hey, he's just curious.]

[onefouroneseven]

[ Soranik holds up her hand so her ring is visible - it's routine at this point, and she doesn't think twice about it. ]

It is called a power ring - I can only assume it picked up on a signal and broke the encryption as standard protocol, at least enough to determine the nature of the message. [ A beat, and Sora figures she should extrapolate on that point. ] As a Green Lantern, I am more than qualified to assist in an SOS.

[jirk]

Well, unless you can get me to my ship, you aren't quite qualified enough. And I don't-- [handwave] mean that in a bad way.

[There's a touch of frustration in his tone, softened a little at the end. He's not trying to take it out on her, he's just-- a little off-colour at the moment.

Being a captain without a ship will do that to a guy. He's worried about her. About his crew.]

[onefouroneseven]

[ Sora can't help but bristle slightly at his words, although there isn't really anything she can do. She knows he doesn't mean badly it but that doesn't mean her pride can go completely unscathed. ]

In normal circumstances, perhaps. Unfortunately here is anything but normal.

[jirk]

Tell me about it.

[He pauses, and then,]

Sorry. Didn't mean anything by it.

[onefouroneseven]

[ A dismissive wave and a nod - unless he's going to be a repeat offender, she'll attempt not to hold it against him. ]

I could, but I do not think you would appreciate it at this moment.

[ Tell him about it, that is. ]

[jirk]

[He just. Shakes his head, a faintly amused expression on his face.]

Just tell me you're not a Vulcan with a skin condition.

[onefouroneseven]

Korugaran. [ They come in shades from red to sinestro-pink. ] Vulcan - a race from another planet in your world?

[ Curious, as it's not one she knows and therefore not one represented in the Corps. It would figure they wouldn't be the same throughout the different universes, but still. ]

[jirk]

Yeah. They've got pointy ears and green blood. Don't like emotions much, which can really be a drag, by the way.

[Except that part where he doesn't actually sound bothered by it. He doesn't mind repeating the common fallacies people believe of the Vulcan people, but he knows better than to believe them.]

[onefouroneseven]

[ It doesn't sound like a species she's aware of, but then again one never knows. ]

I can only imagine. Although I assure you my blood is just as red as I assume yours is.

[ You know, human and all. ]

[jirk]

Oh, mine's plenty red.

[WHICH SOUNDS A LITTLE LIKE AN INVITATION TO CHECK IT OUT wait this could be bad. She's a doctor, after all, and if he's learned anything about Doctors in his time with Bones, it's that they will literally use any excuse to stab him full of needles.

Literally any one.

Because they are, to a man (well, woman in this case) total sadists. Jim makes a face, and then it lapses into a lazy grin.]

Is it hitting on you if I say 'wanna see my genome'?

[onefouroneseven]

Only if you do not believe it is unique or special in any way.

( Look one never knows, okay. But a raised eyebrow is what he gets for his trouble. Soranik lets most of it wash over her like it's no big thing.

Mostly, unless they're like Guy Gardner and talk about her ass as well. )

[jirk]

Well how do I know unless you look at it? Maybe you've never seen anything like me before.

[Alternate universes, and all. It's a world of possibility.]