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[winscenario]

WHO: James T. Kirk & YOU!
WHERE: Bajikan
WHEN: March 8th onwards
WHAT: Jim's exploring some areas of the planet, and keeping a safe distance from others.
WARNINGS: Violence, drinking, possible light drug use??? And nudity in one thread.


Falling onto a planet's orbit felt like a stroke of good luck, at last. Granted, a lot of things could still go wrong, but finally there was a chance that they might work out the power issues currently plaguing the entire fleet, and that, along with the opportunity to get his feet back down on solid ground, had Jim feeling a little optimistic.

And after that long being trapped in his ship with only auxiliary power working, he was exhausted and definitely ready for some down time.

Still, there was only so much he'd be willing to relax. While the Eluvio got a team together to try and acquire whatever supplies they needed, Jim chose to stay out of it this time. He'd keep his eyes and ears peeled in case of trouble, but honestly after the mess in Oros, he didn't want any part in it this time around. So he did exactly what a Starfleet officer would do on a brand new planet, and got ready to explore and gather information about Bajikan, so he could learn and —hopefully— take with him as much as he could about how the place worked.

It was a strange set-up, he'd give it that. He eyed the tokens curiously as he took in all the information about each of the different districts, and soon decided on his course of action.

First of all, Luxuria was out of the question, not without him being sure of how strong the effects could be on him. Though not averse to intimacy, he wasn't about to risk getting involved with anyone without consent being a crystal clear thing between all parties involved, and as much as he'd like to at least catch a glimpse of that district, he scratched it off the list with little hesitance.

As for the rest, though... well, he could be easily found in some of them, often times strolling around and taking notes, but engaging in different activities depending on the district.

While in Gula, he could be easily found at one of the many restaurants and food stands, stuffing his face with all the dishes on offer, or at various bars, going through their endless list of drinks and cocktails. At least he was a funny drunk these days, so it might be entertaining to stick around for it.

Avaritia offered a strange feeling he wasn't really used to, the feeling of desperately wanting to own things. And he indulged quite a lot there, with both the savings on his account and the nice deposit he received thanks to one special plant. He'd be at different clothing stores with piles on piles of clothes he was trying on, or the odd bookstore here or there, stacking up books he was definitely intent on buying. Yes, all of them.

He wasn't very sure about Ira, but eventually decided to risk it, if only to try and see if he could find some different weapons there. The effects of the air in the district took their toll on him quickly enough, so at one point or another he could be found around one of those arena fights, eyeing the place and possibly considering joining in, or he might even get a little aggressive when simply bumping into someone on the street. Either way, throwing some punches around might become a very real possibility.

Lastly, Superbia seemed fairly harmless, so Jim saw no problem with taking a look. Not at all to his surprise, the whole place was catered to people wanting to better themselves in a myriad of different ways, and strangely enough he liked the thought of that. He may be found at some spa or another, enjoying a weird beauty treatment, or maybe even deciding that yes, now was the perfect time to learn proper ballroom dancing, to such a level that it would shock people with how good he was. And damn if he wasn't good at it. (Strangely enough, he'd realize later on that this was the district where he felt the least different from himself. Go figure.)

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[winscenario]

Wow. [ Jim raises his eyebrows, even leaning back a little. For dramatic effect. ] That sounds... extreme. Not that I haven't heard of plenty crazy shit like that, but... I mean, does that even really work?

[ That probably should matter. If it were a facial with some fresh and nice-smelling product it would at least feel nice even if didn't change much, but if she's smearing blood all over her face, well... that has to do something.

But hey, to each their own. And let it never be said that Jim would be against people doing whatever they want, so long as they're not hurting anyone.

He nods in agreement, glad to see she's on the same page on that. The more people want to avoid problems, the better. He just hopes that if something does go wrong and they have to do something about it, that those same people will be willing to stand up and do something. ]

People have gone missing since before Oros, from what I've been told. There's definitely something fishy to it, but I don't think it's necessarily related to Oros.

[realimperfect]

I'm not even sure - but I heal quickly enough that I won't look like an utter disaster the next day so I think it's worth the chance taken. [ She pauses long enough to take another long drink, probably thinking about how she probably shouldn't be going through with procedures on an alien planet with who knows what for cleanliness standards and practice, but here they were anyways. A little fit of taking care of herself these days couldn't hurt too much, she doesn't think. ] I mean, I am turning twenty in nearly a month.

[ And as obsessed with keeping up appearances as everyone in Romdeau was - that amount of age meant that she was going to have to start doing something about it. It's completely off the wall silly, for anyone outside of her head, considering she's still as pale and taut in the face as ever - (and would, more than likely, remain that way for a good long time to come if her genetics were any indicator.

But, back on track - ]

It just seems... a little too aptly timed to be entirely coincidental.. and for lack of any proof otherwise I'll probably continue to watch my back. Naturally, I'd rather not end up something's food or sport, if you get my meaning.

[winscenario]

[ Jim purses his lips, finally raising his eyebrows and offering a shrug. Sure, whatever, why not. It's not like Jim's going to stop her, although she might not want to tell Bones about her plans. The doctor likely would be a lot more vocal about the dangers of such a barbaric procedure. ]

Right, so a bit of a daring adventure. Sort of. [ Look, Jim can't really talk. He had a rap sheet longer than Tolstoy's War and Peace before he was twenty, so all things considered, maybe that spa treatment, weird though it may be, isn't the worst thing she could be doing to celebrate her twentieth birthday. ]

No, not a bad idea to keep an eye out. And for what it's worth, I've got your back too, if anything happens. Until then... well, the most we can do is be careful.

[ That, sadly, is not Jim's forte. ]

[realimperfect]

[ Oh, there are definitely 0 plans to let McCoy know about her little plans in Superbia - at least not on Re-L's end. There's very little want in her to hear some kind of lecture from him or.. anyone, for that matter, about how she didn't need procedures like that, etc etc. Well, that's if he even would, but that's a scenario for another moment -

Operating on the assumption that the good doctor may lecture her on how foolish that would be, she wants to stay far, far away from those possibilities. That's not to say that the knowledge would eventually reach him one way or another, but by then it may be a moot point - ]

A little bit of one I suppose. They also offer inpatient plastic surgery but I am not nearly that brave. Who the hell knows what they have for anesthetics or what the hell a bunch of aliens consider 'ideal' for a noise or a mouth on a human. Could you imagine - walking in normal and leaving looking like you're a completely different species or something? [ Even the thought of it is a little disturbing, though alcohol may be making her a little more imaginative than normal. ]

I appreciate that. But I'm hoping I won't have to make use of the offer.... Particularly after so much food and drink.. I may be slower than I normally am.

[winscenario]

[ Bones is good at that, lectures. Especially when he cares about people. Jim's gotten used to it for the most part, learned to accept and sometimes even find it something of an endearing trait. You know, when it didn't annoy him to no end. Still, Jim can't really blame her for not wanting to listen to it, whether or not he might be right. And it's not like Jim's in a place to tell on her, so.

He scrunches his face into a frown, shaking his head at the mental image. ]

Yeah, no thanks. Besides, plastic surgery is so... extreme. And trust me, you don't need it. [ Not to mention she's too young for that. Jim might be especially biased because plastic surgery is such an outdated practice where he comes from, too. ]

Yeah, not right now. [ He chuckles. ] After this much food and drink, all I'm gonna do is pass out and sleep for half the day.

[realimperfect]

[ Maybe it's just ingrained in her from her grandfather's lectures - they immediately make her lip curl and the urge rise to just leave. But then again, even in McCoy's low key lectures earlier on, she hadn't been all that irritated. Amused, yes, but not nearly as chafed as she's felt before.

So either she'd learned to relax, or it was all in delivery -

Either way, there's another drink magically gone, and another ordered. She's just eaten outside, but already feels the need to keep on going with the drinking.

Though, after a moment's thought - ]

I'd be happy for your silence on the facial matter, regardless. [ Just putting it out there - ] I wouldn't do anything to my face or body, really. That kind of pain isn't worth it for the small gripes I may have. However I do appreciate the compliment, particularly after my food and alcohol intake lately on this planet.

[ Her strict diet has been blown to bits, basically. ]

A good sleep would do me well, too. It's hard to sleep when your mind won't shut down in the first place, though. This place sends me in to too many different trains of thought.

[winscenario]

[ Jim is genuinely torn between drinking more and asking for something to eat, and while he's fully aware it's just the district affecting him, he doesn't care just yet. He hasn't had so much food or drink that he'd risk getting sick, and after so long stuck with dry and near tasteless rations, this is a real luxury, and he's all too willing to indulge. ]

You can trust me, my lips are sealed. [ You know, not that it's any of his business anyway. ] You're welcome.

[ Although he's not sure what the amount of food and drink she's had so far has to do with it, but anyway. ]

Oh, there's a district you should try for that— Acedia. You feel all lazy and comfortable there. I've heard there's even a plant that helps you relax even more. Sounds like a pretty great place to really get some good rest.

[realimperfect]

[ One of these days she'll get sick of having so much food all the damn time - but today is not that day. Besides, with the ship still largely disabled it wasn't like there was a whole lot to do there other than sleep and store all of her new shopping conquests. Sleep, lately, had been a rare luxury considering all that was going on and her lingering sense of paranoia about the other members of Alpha and Beta going missing. It could all honestly just be one hug coincidence, but at the moment it's a coincidence too large to ignore. Indulgence, even in sleep, were ll new territories -

And she wasn't quite sure how she felt about any of it. At times it was fantastic to finally experience what other twenty year olds considered normal, but then - then there's that odd, alien pang that misses Vincent and the others and wishes they could be along to experience this too. Typically, she liked being alone, but lately it grew a little lonely, even with these blossoming friendships popping up left and right.

An urge strikes her, and she orders a Bajikan equivalent to onion rings on a whim, turning to Jim after she does so - ]

Those are to share - and anyway, you're the only one I've told so I'll know if I start getting lectures who to blame unless he somehow walks in to the clinic himself. [ But that smirky smile on her face sys she expects no such thing to happen. ]

I wonder, do you just.. sleep in the open? I'm not sure I like the sound of that. If I could get a closed space, though, that's well worth entertaining.

[winscenario]

[ This is probably the best time to stuff their faces with a bunch of food. They'll be stuck on this planet for a while, at least until the assigned team can get their hands on the materials they need to do the repairs, and they've just had a rough couple weeks having to make do with rations and worrying with quantities so that they didn't run out of food. This is like making up for all that, in a way. Not that Jim needs an excuse to indulge right now, especially when this compulsion to eat and drink weighs so heavily on him. ]

That sounds almost like a threat, you know. [ But he's smiling when he says that, so he can't be all that bothered or intimidated by it. Still, she shouldn't have to worry about it. If Bones found out, it wouldn't be through him. ] I can't imagine him going there, either. He's not all that vain— honestly, I doubt he'll even set foot in that district to begin with.

[ A spa day wouldn't do him any harm, though. Just something to help him relax a little. That's a thought. ]

Oh— no, I think there's like... open rooms or something. There's gotta be some hostels or inns too. I can't tell you for sure, though, since I haven't been there yet. But it's worth a shot, I'd say.

[realimperfect]

It could be, depending.. [ Though that little smirking look says that she doesn't feel she'll ever have to make good on it. So far as she could tell Jim didn't seem to partial to reporting to McCoy or anything of that sort - but, you know, a girl and her paranoia. Though his next comment about McCoy never even setting a foot in the place spurs a little bit of a laugh. ]

It might not hurt him to go. A little time to lay back and relax might be good for the way his brain works and all of that. Seems he can be a little uptight. [ Pot, meet kettle. ]

I'll have to look in to it. I can't say I'm too thrilled at people being able to linger near me when I'm sleeping, though. Considering all that's been going on, lately.