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James Tiberius Kirk (illdoitinthree) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-30 01:44:00

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!dropped, day 13, james t. kirk, leonard mccoy, location: barn, open, shannon rutherford

Day 13; Noon; Woods near the Barn
Who: James T. Kirk + anyone/everyone
What: Kirk explores.
When: Somewhere near noon
Where: On a trek past the barn (GET IT? A TREK! I made a funny)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Active

It would be, he mused, if he had some company. And not just any company either, but good company. Good, fun, hot company. Because then he'd have an excuse to actually be out here in the middle of effin' nowhere and he'd have a reason to be investigating. Instead, he was roaming around without a single clue as to what he was even doing here, much less how he got here in the first place. But so far, the only other people he had seen were the two he had woken up with. Ugh, even just thinking that made his skin crawl. Not to be misunderstood, the girl was hot. Extremely so.

Sexy and fit and built. And just plain sexy. But her male companion was a different story and he seemed to love making a general ass of himself. Jim shrugged it off and pushed them out of his thoughts. He had other things to worry about it then a disgruntled clown who had nothing better to do than try to assert his 'masculinity' by picking fights. Not thinking about this anymore, he reminded himself and looked around at his surroundings. Everything looked the damn same to him, it was trees around trees, around more trees. And to make matters worse, he couldn't see anything above them.. maybe if he climbed one he might be able to see a building..

Without a second thought (besides, I'd better not die), he picked a large tree and put his kit at the base of it. The trunk was thick and sturdy. He grabbed a branch as high as he could reach and began his climb up. Jim kept climbing quickly until several branches under his left foot snapped loudly and fell to the ground. He slowed his progress but managed to make it above most of the foliage and looked out, another branch snapping. He could see.. something that looked distinctly like a tower.. a clock tower? Kirk mused and looked closer around, noticing a small building that looked more like a shack than anything else near the path he had been walking on. He let out a frustrated sigh before he felt the branches below his feet trembling. "Oh shh--" his words got caught in his throat as both the branches snapped under his feet, and he fell, landing on a sturdier branch, right between his legs.

"OHH SHIT," he groaned, turning over and landing on the ground on his feet before toppling over. Owww, he cried mentally, cradling his jewels pathetically. Did he already mention he was not having a good time?

He could feel Little Kirk crying.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-30 08:20 am UTC (link)

The past few days had been especially bad, draining all of Shannon's energy completely away. Any and all sunshine had gone from her; she was tired. Having woken up to find the gash in her side completely healed and barely scarred was fucked up enough - not that she minded, of course - but to take note that the whole town seemed to be back to normal was almost too exciting for her exhausted self to take.

...until she went to the thrift shop and had only seen a couple of new people she didn't recognize when she looked through the window. Until she peeked into the gym and still saw no Anders. Until she went to the theater and shouted for Cheryl only to be ignored. Shannon couldn't even bring herself to go to the gas station. It was too hard to see Jay so broken and if Anders was gone still and so was Domeki - not to mention the not-quite-confirmed notion that Cheryl was among the dead - the likelihood was that Bob would be, as well.

So, Shannon decided that she needed to be...away. While she loved her little museum-dwelling make-shift family to bits, she just wanted to be alone for a little while. Every last bit of her wanted to scream and not a single piece of her had the strength. She needed people to leave her alone like they had on the Island. The people on the Island had practically turned a blind eye on her; except for Sayid, she'd been practically invisible after Boone died. Here, there were too many people who cared that she was okay for her to fade into the shadows. Here, there was Sam. Not quite a poor man's Sayid but neither a better imitation, even without anyone else's help, Sam alone made it impossible to hide. It wasn't to say she didn't appreciate him because she did, nor was it to say that she wanted her space because she didn't...usually. But Shannon thought maybe just an hour or so would be enough for her to relax. All that said, she took a walk.

She'd gotten to the end of the road and stood, staring, at the glass wall for a few minutes, for the third time that day. With the barn at her back, Shannon pressed her forehead against the wall and closed her eyes, hands rested on it on either side of her head. There was no getting out. The wall was still strong, steady, and intimidating as ever.

The sound of tree branches snapping and leaves rustling pulled Shannon's attention and, eyes wide, she whirled in place. Weevil. Run, she told herself reflexively. But, it wasn't a Weevil; it was a man. A new one, unless she was mistaken or he hadn't bothered writing in the journal the whole time. She winced as he toppled over, hands at his groin and she made her way toward him. "Hey, ouch...you okay?" she asked, brow furrowed as she looked down at him, hands pushing her skirt down against her legs given that she was towering over him just then and no way was a complete stranger getting a peep show. "I didn't see the whole of that but it sounded painful as hell..." she sympathized.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-01 07:16 am UTC (link)

Jim tried. He really did, even in his immense state of pain, he tried to sneak a peek. Alas, the girl was smarter (and quicker than he was) and pressed her skirt against her legs. Damn it. Opportunity missed, he mused as he tried to roll over without causing further harm to his genital area. He didn't know who she was and he really didn't care at the moment, but it was still rather embarrassing being in such a.. painful situation in front of her. He figured he was already in a bad light. He got on his knees and took some deep breaths.

"I'm fine," he muttered and looked up to offer her a pained smile. "And it didn't just sound painful.. it was pretty painful.." He was about to stand up but decided against it when his area started objecting. Maybe he could stay here like this.. for the next few hours or so..

Jim managed to fall back and sit down on his ass, a strained look still on his face. "Well.." he started, taking a deep breath, "This is.. the second best way I can think of to meet someone new." He would offer to shake her hand or something equally polite but he wasn't exactly in the best shape to do that. He looked around quickly and wondered where she came from. At least she was proof that there were other people here, and not just him and the other two from Military Base Asshole. He shook his head and gave her a smile. "I'm Jim Kirk. It's.." he winced, "a pleasure."

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justmybones
2009-07-01 04:18 pm UTC (link)

Bones had been wandering around this whole damned town trying to find his objective so he could get off the rock and on to bigger and better; like, organizing some charts in sick bay or getting his next paper out on Vulcan and Romulan comparative anatomy completed. Hell, sleeping was more important than being stuck in this place.

While he'd skimmed that little notebook that came with the mission he didn't pay it too much mind. Rubbish about a glass wall and people being sucked in from paralel univeres? Was Starfleet investing in a whole new future as writers of fiction? Science Fiction, even? He'd have to send a note to the training department telling them about the completely unrealistic nature of this whole thing. It made it hard to take things seriously.

Coming up to an old barn, Bones walked through, wrinkling his nose at the smell of mold and mildew. Clearly this stuff had been sitting outside far too long. Coming out the other side he squinted out into the woods. He really didn't want to go in there. However a muted mustard colored shirt caught his attention pretty quickly.

FINALLY! Someone else who maybe could tell him what the hell he was supposed to do to get the hell out of here, because without any more walking wounded he couldn't really do too much.

Stepping over a few tree roots the doctor made his way closer to what he now realized was not just someone in uniform but one of the actors. Fantastic. Coming closer the physician sighed. "Hot damn," he scratched his head.

"You, too?" Then he realized the rather peculiar state at which his captain was standing and Bones smirked. "She do that to you?"

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-01 05:31 pm UTC (link)

Kirk turned his head immediately at the sound of a familiar voice, and found himself grinning so wide his face hurt. Talk about a sight for sore eyes, he thought, and wanted to hug the fucking life out of the doctor. He hoped his voice conveyed enough of his elation at seeing him, because God damn, what the hell was going on here?!, "Bones!!" He then returned to wincing and just being in general pain.

Jim finally found the strength to stand up straight and made a pained face for a split-second before giving Bones a rather irritated look. "Seriously, Bones, sometimes I think your mind is more perverted than mine," well considering he had tried to sneak a peek while simultaneously writing on the ground in pain.. probably not. But he didn't need to know that. Jim didn't succeed so for all intents and purposes, his point was valid. Right. (Jim turned to offer the woman an apologetic look with as charming a smile as he could manage. A very 'I'm sorry my friend lacks tact at the moment, but I assure you he means no offense and did I already mention you're hot?' smile.)

Besides, they had other things to worry about like, "What the hell is going on around here?" His voice raised in pitch near the end of his question but he chose to ignore this, chalking it up to incredulity. He gave Bones his best 'I do not approve of this fuckery' face, hoping to successfully get across his annoyance with their situation and overall displeasure at being possibly kidnapped or something. And why was Bones acting so damn peachy? He wrinkled his brow.

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-02 12:11 am UTC (link)

Shannon winced again, reflexively, when the man confirmed that it had hurt. She was too busy feeling badly for him to have noticed his attempt to look up her skirt, but smoothing it down in such a situation was second nature, so it hadn't been in response to his attempt. Shannon might have even been flattered in spite of the offense she would have taken. Secretly, anyway.

"I'm Shannon," she offered, holding her hand out for a split second before blushing and wrinkling her nose as she withdrew it again. His hands were, after all, otherwise occupied.

Shannon looked up at the sound of another man's voice. Upon his nonchalant accusation, Shannon's jaw went slack as her brow furrowed. "Of course not," she snapped. Did she really still give off the vibe of someone who'd do something like that unprovoked?

The other two seemed to recognize each other and Shannon found herself both alarmes at th prospect of being surounded and jealous of theie familiarity with one another. Her eyes moved back to the newcomer. "...hi..."

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justmybones
2009-07-02 02:35 pm UTC (link)

What the physician had been implying was that the woman standing nearly between them had kicked Jim Kirk in the balls. Wouldn't be the first time. Wouldn't be the last. Wouldn't be surprising, but damn it'd be funny.

"Training mission?" Bones shrugged. "Came in yesterday and the whole damn place was in shambles, wake up today and the whole damned thing was reset." He wasn't kidding, either. The whole damn thing had gone from disaster scene to run down town over night. "It's like they forgot they dropped me in here or something."

When the girl finally gave a quiet 'hi' Bones smiled. "Leonard McCoy." He said in a sedated southern drawl. Seemed that she was a little freaked out. Good acting, he supposed.

Reading the look on Jim's face McCoy quirked a brow. He knew that face. Generally he saw it when Jim Kirk thought the entire world was plotting against him. Great. Did that mean this wasn't one of those damned 'drop you in the wilderness and check your training' missions?

Dammit.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-03 01:13 pm UTC (link)

Jim must have had a pretty stupid look on his face. Did Bones really just mean to tell him they were in.. a training mission? How did that even make sense? They were no longer recruits, he was a damn captain! And Bones was the Chief Medical! He tried to school his face into something more composed but ultimately failed and continued giving a (ridiculously) incredulous look, even as he spoke.

"Okay, run that by me again. We're posted on the USS Enterprise and yet, they.. they just decide to drop us in a training mission?" Weirder things had happened, of course, but Jim was really under the impression they were beyond training. Considering they were currently serving duty on what many deemed the flagship. But then again, maybe this was punishment for his.. creative interpretation of the Kobayashi Maru. If that was the case, he wanted to speak to the assholes who made the Academy decision without his presence. That had to be against some kind of court regulation, he mused.

"Damn it, how long have you been here?" he asked, his sour mood making itself known. He had almost forgotten that Shannon was there and he turned to her with an apologetic look right after his question to Bones.

So, what was that about the Prime Directive?

Hmm, maybe he did need the additional training.

(...nah, he thought airily.)

"We're just.. having a little misunderstanding," he offered by way of explanation. He gave her an easy smile from his repertoire, something that hinted a little at harmlessness. Training mission or not, he wasn't comfortable divulging any more information that was necessary. He gave Bones a sideways glance, wondering whether this conversation was something they could safely discuss.

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-05 06:44 am UTC (link)

Shannon cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, 'training mission?'" she asked, looking at the man who had introduced himself as Leonard. Training mission didn't make any sense to her and she gave him a look that clearly illustrated her doubtful confusion. "The only thing this place is good in training us for is how to wish we were home," she added.

The more the two men talked, the more she was positive they knew one another. Suddenly, she felt very much the third wheel and took a reflexive step back without even registering the fact that she'd done it.

But then Jim addressed her directly and she shrugged. "It's...whatever," she replied awkwardly. "Should I...leave...?" she wondered aloud, eyes flitting back and forth between the two men. Their silent communication with one another was not lost on her and she knew the feeling of wishing someone would leave when they couldn't take a hint. Shannon didn't want to be that girl.

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justmybones
2009-07-05 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Bones looked away from Kirk and back to Shannon, canting his head at her response. "Well, all the damned training missions are good for that..." He was serious. They were all good for making you wish you were back in your bad asleep and not doing whatever it was they wanted you do to. They could make a training mission out of eating ice cream and you wouldn't want to be doing that, either.

"Yesterday. They dropped me off yesterday. With this silly bag and a couple of kids."

McCoy crossed his arms. He knew better than to try and come in any manner of thought between Jim Kirk and a blonde. So, he wouldn't, he'd take up a station next to a tree and wait it out. She seemed nice enough; though, she left Bones feeling like he'd stepped in on the middle of one of Kirk's epic pick-up lines. Epic if you meant the sort that made you roll your eyes and shake your head and wonder how the hell he ever pulled any of them off.

"So," he said pointedly to Shannon. "How long you think they plan on keeping us here?" He asked because he really had some important things to get back to. Like logs. And charts. And whiskey.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-07 01:40 am UTC (link)

Yesterday. Jim rubbed the back of his head and thought back to his morning with the two super soldiers. The whole situation was a little exasperating to say the least. He let out a sigh, feeling the stress dragging it out longer than it was intended. If this was a training mission, once it was over.. forget about not being a happy camper, he was going to be flat-out bitching. This was ridiculous!

His thoughts came to a halt.

And he drew his eyebrows together, feeling suddenly very much like a vexed captain. Jim thought they'd come to an understanding!! Sure, they weren't exactly buddies, but-- that pointy-eared bastard! This had to be his doing!! One of his hardcore simulations or something? He couldn't believe this, he was probably still miffed that Jim had kicked him out of the captain chair, that little vengeful green--

Jim simmered quietly, his hands on his hips as he had a penchant of doing, before Bones started speaking again. He took the hint and turned his attention to Shannon too, figuring they would talk about it eventually. If that bastard's behind this..

He waited until Shannon answered, "What does it matter? At least we're in gorgeous company!" His smile was quirky as he looked over at Shannon.

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-07 02:40 am UTC (link)

Arching her eyebrows and frowning, Shannon looked back at Leonard. "Uh, I was being sarcastic," she replied. "This isn't a training mission unless I somehow along the way accidentally lost my civilian status. What the heck branch of the military are you guys, anyway?" she asked, eyes scanning up and down over his clothes. Why, she wondered, was it that every time she tried to explain what everyone was doing here, she had to come right out and say that they were nothing more than puppets on strings or lab rats in a cage that for people to take her seriously? She supposed maybe she wouldn't buy it if she hadn't been here as long as she had, either.

At Jim's interjection, Shannon gave him a slightly patronizing smile. As if I've never heard that before, buddy, the look said. "Thanks," she replied, drawing out the word just slightly before turning her attention back to Leonard. His question was the one she didn't much like answering and everybody at some point or another asked it. She couldn't fault him or any of them, but she was starting to feel a little like a broken record.

"Well...I've been here for almost two weeks," she said slowly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and then tucking some hair behind her ear. "Every day, new people wake up here. Seems like every other day, people disappear. Mostly, they come back, but sometimes they never do," she added. Domeki came to mind and she looked down briefly, trying to keep herself in check.

After a short pause, she looked up again, eyes flitting back and forth between the two men. "We don't know why we're here. We don't know when it is or where we are. All we know, really, is that we're all from different places, times, planets...and we can't leave. We've come to the collective conclusion that we're a bunch of lab rats. We all the disappearances 'experiments,'" she explained, "because that's what they are. Some people were tied up in the woods and left for bait for wild animals. Some people woke up in underground chambers. Some people woke up naked with other people they hadn't been...intimate with.

"Three days ago there was an earthquake and today we all woke up with all of our injuries healed. We never know what's going to happen or whether the people who get picked will ever come back. So...I'm pretty sure it's not a training mission of any kind. If it is, it's a really, really fucked up one," she finished.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out in a huff, Shannon shrugged. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, fellas...but you're gonna probably wanna find shelter, get comfy, and buddy up. I'm pretty sure you'll be staying for a while," she said apologetically.

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justmybones
2009-07-07 02:50 am UTC (link)

Bones, taking a step toward Kirk, elbowed him in the ribs. If he was going to call himself a Captain he'd damned well better start acting like one instead of a petulant child. Standing there with his hands on his hips, as if that was going to change the fact they were stuck on this damned planet with no idea to go off.

Well, look at that, Shannon started talking and the physician started thinking that maybe he'd backed the wrong horse as the mission briefer. Sure, the red-eyed guy had said plenty about those journals and the people here; but he hadn't said anything about people from different times and planets. Who came up with this stuff? Before, Bones had been blaming it on Jim. Maybe it was that pointy eared hobgoblin?

"Military? Oh, no, not military," Bones shook his head. Starfleet's mission was peace and exploration. Military implied that they went off looking for a fight like some Klingon or perhaps a Romulan.

"Oh, there's always a way to get out. My Captain here doesn't believe in no-win situations." Well, look at that, Bones was smirking.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-07 03:48 am UTC (link)

Ow, he mouthed out and turned an annoyed look to the man besides him. There was no need for violence, and what had he done now? Usually those jabs were warranted! He took it and crossed his arms instead, probably doing very little to seem like anything but a child.

"So.." Jim trailed off and shook his head, trying to absorb everything just said. The way she spoke, it sounded like there were more people here than just a dozen.. it sounded like a hell of a lot more people. And they disappeared?! And reappeared? He hoped there wasn't going to be a test on this crap, stupid pointy-eared jerk.

Jim tried to keep a straight face through everything she said, trying to mentally keep notes. Oh this blowed. Once they got back, that bastard was going to get decked for once.

He gave Bones an appraising look before shrugging (in a show of faux modesty), "What can I say? I don't. We'll get out of here.."

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-07 04:11 am UTC (link)

Shannon gave the two of them another apologetic look and tried to smile. "Yeah, well, you'll be effing heroes if you can pull it off, because there's a lot of people here and we've tried just about everything to get out. There's a thick glass wall encasing the whole town; even the earthquake didn't touch it. We've tried breaking it, but nothing will do the job. So, good luck, but I know I'm not gonna get my hopes up again," she replied.

Then, she paused and backtracked. "If you're not in the military then why are you dressed like the Bobsey Twins? And what training are you convinced you're currently undergoing?" she asked, confused.

After another short pause, Shannon took walked a little ways back toward the road, between the two of them. "Come on, want the grand tour of our shitsplat, ramshackle town?" she offered, turning around to face the two of them again.

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justmybones
2009-07-16 03:48 pm UTC (link)

He couldn't help but ignore her telling him there was a glass wall. Seriously? Couldn't they come up with something a bit more creative?

"We work for the same company," Bones volunteered. He shrugged to her second question, it's not like he could say 'survival and implementation of the Prime Directive.' He looked to Jim to stick his foot in that one.

Bones nodded to the mention of a tour. It sounded like a good idea. It would be the sort of thing that the mission organizers would want them to do. Especially if this was in fact a mission. It was a mission. A mission he was going to get the hell out of.

"Lead on," his tone tickled a bit more with that mississippi drawl.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-22 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Jim couldn't decide if she was just a really great actress or if he was just a tad gullible. He wrinkled his nose at her comment on the glass wall, and almost rolled his eyes. The only thing keeping them in here was a glass bubble?

"Yeah, what he said," Jim muttered, going along with whatever Bones was thinking. He gave her a disarming shrug, with a smile for show, "Never mind that, I'm obviously wrong.." maybe if he played at believing her whole story, she'd let it go. Hopefully.

He did a little flourish with his hand equivalent to the words 'after you', and followed along with a wary eye.

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ballerinadreams
2009-07-25 05:01 am UTC (link)

The two of them said that they worked for the same company - well, more accurately, Leonard said they worked for the same company and Jim just agreed - but Shannon wasn't entirely sure, based on the tone of the answers, whether they were telling the truth or lying through their teeth. It didn't really matter, she supposed. It wasn't like it was a big deal where they worked, anyway. She didn't care as much as she seemed to be simply by asking. So, she shrugged.

When they both seemed at least marginally interested in a tour, Shannon deflated slightly. She didn't actually want to be giving a tour of this horrible fucking place, but she supposed the least she could do was show them around enough so that they could survive. They'd need to know where the pharmacy and gas station were and she supposed probably also the gym - since the doctors seemed to have congregated to create a clinic there - and the thrift shop would probably be at least a little beneficial. They did, after all, look pretty ridiculous dressed alike as they were.

"Onward ho, then," she said, gesturing for them to follow as she headed back out and onto the dirt road. "As you can see, it looks like hell, mainly. There's only short supply of hot water, toilets if you know where to look, junk food rather than actual sustanence, and no creature comforts whatsoever," she explained as she led them up the road.

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