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Tweak says, "I LOVE KUNG FUUUUUU!"

James T Kirk (jimmytkirk) wrote in dunwichgame,
@ 2025-06-02 00:16:00

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!log/thread/narrative, star trek: christine chapel, star trek: james t kirk

Jim & Christine

decisions were made

Jim hadn't set out to get into a fight that night, though he knew he'd been on that path for a few days now. Either that or he was going to find someone to take him home and make him stop thinking that way - and really he wasn't sure either of those options was the right one. But then he'd been at some bar and this guy just would not take no for an answer. And unlike Khan or Spock or anyone else, Jim didn't feel any particular compunction about this man seeing him in less than upstanding form.

And one thing led to another and Jim was now sitting around at MIST rather than the local police precinct thanks to their local sheriff - who was apparently someone just like him, trapped here in a life he didn't choose. He was just handling it a little better than Jim was currently.

He didn't know why he'd called Christine to come spring him, maybe because the alternative was Spock - and he couldn't let his first officer see him like this anymore than he could allow Khan to see him like this. He'd be just as likely to end up in another fight if he'd called him. So Christine had been the only choice. Khan's words that she had a kind heart rang in his ears in that moment while he waited - that and the throbbing in the back of his head. A part of him still missed this, the familiar ache of a good fight.

But he knew come morning he wouldn't be thinking the same thing. He exhaled slowly, letting his head tip back his eyes closing as he waited, counting out the seconds in his head.

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	nurse_hijinks 2025-06-04 09:45 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, that's criminal," Christine agreed with a look of sympathy. Then: "Rum or tequila? The bar is meager but open." She would've offered some of her grandfather's prize-winning moonshine, but alas she was in a world where it didn't exist yet. And she sure as hell didn't want to take up valuable floor space with a still of her own. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

jimmytkirk
2025-06-04 10:00 pm UTC (link)

"That's what I said," Jim agreed easily, relieved that she wasn't holding his transgressions against him as they talked - instead offering him another drink. The bar really was meager, he'd have to buy her something as thanks for her help tonight he decided, making a mental note before he considered his options. "Hmmm probably should stick with rum if we don't want things getting out of hand." Tequila tended to bring out the worst in people in Jim's experience, including himself. So unless that was the aim of the night he trended toward other options.

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nurse_hijinks
2025-06-04 10:49 pm UTC (link)

Christine smiled and pulled down a bottle of Kraken Classic and a pair of rocks-glass-sized mugs. One day she'd have proper barware, but for the moment she was living like a college student again. She brought the offering over, filling the mugs with a liberal pour of the dark spiced rum. "To bar brawls and new friends," she said and saluted him with the mug of rich alcoholic goodness before taking a long sip.

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jimmytkirk
2025-06-05 08:16 am UTC (link)

"To new friends," Jim echoed only part of her toast - because well it was probably poor form to raise a glass to brawls, no matter how fun or how needed they might have been. Just because he had poor self regulating skills didn't mean he needed to inflict that on everyone around him. But he took a sip of the dark rum savoring the heat of it on his tongue, "I really am sorry for dragging you out tonight," Though MIST was hardly far in the grand scheme of things, after putting herself on the so called night shift for Khan the last few weeks he could just imagine how fiercely she might guard a night that was fully her own.

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nurse_hijinks
2025-06-05 01:05 pm UTC (link)

Christine waved off the apology. "Don't worry about it, Jim," she replied with an easy smile. "I've gotten so accustomed to waking up to the Meow Mix jingle that it's actually refreshing to hear a normal ringtone." She pulled out her phone, flipped through a few screens and selected something from the screen. Then she hit play so he could hear the zydeco version of Jambalaya that served as her ringtone. "See? At least halfway normal. Because that cat food jingle gets into your brain and stays there."

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jimmytkirk
2025-06-05 11:18 pm UTC (link)

He chuckled when she assured him she didn't mind - preferring a call for help to the jingle that told her it was cat time. "So," Jim began, swirling his glass a little, watching the dark liquid cling to the side of the class just slightly, "Your Jim." It wasn't a question yet, not entirely - but he couldn't say he wasn't curious. Khan and Spock were from his own time and place, they both only knew him in his natural habitat. And while yes they'd both met the other Jim, Christine was different - she was from his world. She'd seen him in his element. "How close are the two of you?"

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nurse_hijinks
2025-06-06 02:13 am UTC (link)

Christine smiled at his question, knowing there could be a number of reasons for it. "About as close as any of the crew, I suppose, barring Captain Pike," she replied. "Jim was on temporary assignment to the Enterprise, and he was supposed to go back to the Farragut but the mist grabbed him out of the transporter beam and he wound up here instead. I will say that he managed to stay out of sickbay for the most part. The majority of the time we spent together has been here in Dunwich rather than in our own reality. But I like to think we're good friends."

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jimmytkirk
2025-06-06 06:43 am UTC (link)

Temporary assignment to the Enterprise, that was interesting - but really he could ask questions about that other Jim endlessly if he let himself. What he was more curious about was exactly how friendly Christine and that Jim were. If it was just the friendships formed among crew, or if he'd been a little more like this Jim. Not that he wanted that Jim to run her off in the same way that he'd done with his Christine - he was just kind of a mess at times. He was trying to be better, not that tonight was really proof of that. "Good friends," He echoed. "I wish I'd been a better friend to the Christine of my reality." He admitted. "Not that we didn't enjoy one another's company." He added just as quickly. "But -"

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nurse_hijinks
2025-06-06 08:00 am UTC (link)

Christine chuckled knowingly. "But she caught a solid case of the feels and you weren't about that life?" she guessed. She knew herself well enough to know that she could harbor some serious emotions when it came to romantic entanglements or even just the sort of friendship that came with some benefits. Adventuress she might be, but she was only human and Jim was rather captivating. "I'm not exactly impervious when it comes to that sort of friendship," she confessed, "but there were other considerations to account for." Like Carol and the baby she and Jim were expecting. "My Jim was pretty steady with someone, and ending up here complicated that quite a bit. And as much as I care for him, I am not going up against a woman who builds torpedoes for a living."

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