[ OPEN ] You'd Think I'd Know Where I'm Going

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WHO: Jim Kirk & You
WHAT: Late catch-all for late August
WHEN: Roughly August 15 - August 31 (feel free to backdate for timey-wimey necessitiy)
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Flirting, charmingness, possible bad language, possible head-butting, possible fights, general shenanigans

After the emotional trek to Asher's home and back, Kirk found that he was rather glad to be back within the walls of Skyhold. It was familiar and comforting and he knew what he could do here to keep his mind off things. To keep his mind off the passing of a friend that could have been, keep his mind off injustices in Orelais, keep his mind off his own situation. Funny, how death brought those things to surface with startling clarity.

He can be found in the early mornings running around Skyhold's perimeter, followed quickly by moving to working on his horsemanship at the barn (which in variably also means that he will spend some quality time around the bog unicorn, which in his mind he has unofficially adopted). More often than not he is also accompanied by a small black and white cat who has something suspiciously like a mustache on its upper lip. Don't tell Anders.

From there things are a bit more difficult when it came to finding ways to fill his time, except on the days when he was teaching lessons in math, science, and hand-to-hand self-defense. That latter of which he can now join in on since he has fully recovered from his previous injuries. It meant that more people were hitting the dirt, but that's how it was supposed to be. You didn't learn if you didn't come out with a bruise or two.

Of course he usually finds his way around to the library, usually in search of another story to read since he's not much of one for the historical texts anymore, biased as they tend to be in his view. Maybe he's napping. What? It's comfortable there. But why just ready about places in the library when he can out and explore in the woods outside Skyhold? Granted, he never goes far, but it's something and for just a bit he can pretend he's Captain Kirk exploring a new and exciting planet again. Let the Rifter have his tiny fantasy. (Invariably, Leonard the Cat tends to join him on this too, complete with fashioned harness and leash to keep him from wandering to far.)

And if all else fails he makes his way to the tavern, where he can easily be convinced to share a drink, sing a song, or maybe turn the tables and convince you to play some chess.

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Shino gave Boggy a blank stare, figuring that was easier than giving Kirk the exact same blank stare. "I've never actually worked for money," he admits after a half second of thought; worked, yes, to different degrees, and had tasks to accomplish, but the expectations a world had for a thirteen year old were different than an eighteen year old. Sosuke had admittedly done more of the heavy lifting. Shino did his own investigating, but... usually with Sosuke in tow.

None of that really translated well into having practical, saleable skills. Maybe he could find castoffs... he sighed inwardly. Did they have wards of the Chantry in the same sense as the Church had?

He was effectively derailed out of considering his own lack of marketability (no one's going to ask him to hunt down beads here, and how in the world does one get hired for jobs instead of just told what to do and given lodging and food as compensation... while the Church picked up the rest of the bills) by the pronouncement that Kirk has been where no one other than mythological figures has been before: space.

Sure he could doubt it, and for a moment he looks sideways at Kirk like he was deciding on belief or not. It only took three seconds before he smiled, laughing and giving both himself and Boggy a mild scare. "Space? Hah, that's incredible! What's it even like out there? What've you seen?"

Childish enthusiasm wins out. Of all the cruddy news he'd dealt with in arriving here, he could enjoy and leap at the chance for happier escapism. The stars? Were as removed as their own homes. In a way, they were just as tantalizing — and spelled out less doom and gloom than Rifts and Corypheus The Missing and all the rest of the nonsense passing for his second-life on Thedas.

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Kirk doesn't give the other a judging look, merely curious, at that statement. He wouldn't be surprised if someone of Shino's age hadn't worked before, usually for something like going to school. He had when he was younger, but mostly it was to earn his own cash and to get away from his uncle's house. And working as a space ship captain... well, it was work, but it wasn't at the same time. He earned money and it was deposited into his accounts, but rarely had need of it except for those few occasions on shore leave, and he had no family he had to support back on Earth or any colony. It meant he actually had quite a bit stored up.

Not that it helped him here.

"I'm sure we can find something for you to do. Honestly, I started out here just running errands for the market shops," he shrugged. "It didn't earn much, but it's honest work and it builds a good reputation if you work hard. If you can read and write, you might be able to find work as a tutor, potentially, though the people that need it most can't offer much. Or there's always joining up with the Inquisition itself." His tone on that last one suggested that it was not his favorite option, but it was one.

Laughter broke out of him at the other's exuberance, pleased with it. He so often got met with disbelief that this made for a nice change.

"Oh, a lot of things. I've been to a lot of different planets and met a lot of different alien races," he smiled. "I work with quite a few too, on my ship. There's a lot to see, so it's hard to know where to start when I explain it all, really."