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

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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Bethany eyes the boots in front of her, propped up in front of the shelf that she needs to get to for her studies, and then at the man napping in the chair there. One corner of her mouth lifts in amusement, as she looks around. If Dorian catches him, this man is all but done for. So she gently puts down the other books she's been gathering, and lifts his feet up slowly.

Both to wake him up - and yes, to get her book. "Rise and shine, serah. If you're that tired you might want to think about heading back to your rooms."

Ariadne loved evenings in the tavern. It was more than just a reminder of Marcel. More than the fact that it was the Rifters' meeting place. There was an energy and excitement to the place. Oh, sure. Some people came to drown their sorrows. But more came to celebrate, to tell stories, to dance, to share songs.

More often than not, Ariadne could be found perched on the railing running along the second floor. But tonight was a different story. Tonight, she'd been coaxed out into the middle of the tavern, where several natives were performing a folk dance.

It was easy enough for her to follow along, but she giggled and threw her head back and pretended not to know all the steps. That encouraged them to show her again and again and it left everyone in the tavern laughing.

She was pleased.

As the hysteria swelled to euphoria, though, she caught sight of Jim. What sort of dances did they do among the stars? It was a curious question.

With a pleasant smile, she waved him over.

There's another cat watching Leonard the cat. She climbs onto a nearby rock to get a better view, though Anders keeps an eye on her as she does.

"You should know you're about to be pounced by an attack cat who is very dangerous in her own mind." He can't see who it is she's watching while wiggling her butt, looking about to pounce, but he can at least tell them there's about to be a flying kitten. "Don't flinch, she knows better than to bite though if you hold out a thumb she may gnaw on it."

There's herbs here that have his attention, and he feels not quite safe, but safe-ish, this close to Skyhold.

Kirk turned his head up, spying the little cat in her attempt at stalking. Leonard saw her too, tail twitching before he bounded up to Kirk's shoulder for a better view. Kirk just rolled his eyes at his eternal roll as Leonard's crow's nest.

"I'm pretty sure I taste like bog unicorn, so that's really worse for her than me," he called back, recognizing the cat as having been the same as the one when he shared a bath with Anders.

He would like to think he has a bit more charm and a dazzling enough smile to talk his way out of most trouble. He usually can, though there are those rare occasions, he can't deny that.

Gravity suddenly shifting did its job and he came awake quickly, muscles tense, listening for an alert that wouldn't come. Right. Skyhold. Not the Enterprise.

It took him a beat to properly focus on Bethany and sort the string of words. Which naturally brought a crooked grin to his face mixed with an appropriate amount of sheepishness.

"I couldn't decide what to read next. All that decision making wears a man out."

He straightens at the voice, dusting his hands off on his robe.

"Why do you-- Never mind. I'm not certain I want to ask that. There's a mental image in my head I truly regret already." Shapeshifting and Sam and Anders definitely regrets everything. "What brings you out here?" Gently he retrieves Purrelden just before she leaps, bringing the wriggling kitten close.

"...And is that the leash Sam was talking about that you made?"

"Come on, share with the class. Sharing is caring," Kirk chimed, reaching up to scratch Leonard absently.

He glanced at the lead currently twisted around his belt. "Uh, yeah, I guess so. He likes coming out, but I don't want him getting lost, so this was the compromise."

Bethany chuckled softly as she shifted around behind him, going to search the shelf for the volume she was looking for. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her mouth dimpling.

"You know, for all the complaints I hear about there not being enough books here -- it's a pleasure to meet someone so overwhelmed by the amount of them that it puts him to sleep like a baby."

Cyril comes to the tavern at night when he isn't other occupied. When he sees Kirk there he approaches with a grin on his face.

"Hello there handsome," he says, clearly comfortable flirting with Jim.

He had already been outside the hold practicing, working on his tracking, and seeing what other animals lived by. Today he was tracking down a rabbit, picking up its trail each time he lost sight of it - damn they were fast. Course it was in the middle of this that he heard someone coming through the woods. Not too long after a familiar scent wafted his way, immediately drawing his attention away.

Finding Kirk was an easy task, but he doesn't make himself known just yet, keeping to the areas right out of sight and low enough that he blended easily into the snow. He'd follow for a moment to see where the man was going before he did anything.

The library filled with the sound of his yawn, hand running a few times through his hair. Damn, he must have been really tired to fall asleep here. But then, it had been a busy month, hadn't it? Maybe he really did need it, and a library was usually guaranteed to be a quiet place in the middle of the day.

"I don't think there's a lack of books, the trouble is finding one that suits your mood," he shook his head, shifting his chair to get more out of her way. "Speaking of - what are you looking for?"

Kirk was comfortable in his chair, drinking slowly from his tankard, watching the people smile and dance and sing. He wasn't really part of it, how could he be? He was a Rifter, out of place by his very nature, but he was used to that. He never really belonged in any of the planets he went to. He was alien. He wasn't really meant to belong, and he was okay with that.

The song and danced ended, he caught the flash of movement of someone coming closer to him. He turned, seeing Ariadne, and he gave her a soft smile in welcome.

"Fancy meeting you here," he greeted her, raising his drink in welcome.

"Why hello, pretty boy," he greeted in return, teeth flashing in a warm grin as the elf came over. He nudged the chair across from him in silent invitation.

"What brings you out tonight?"

Kirk didn't have senses for the wood. Oh, if something was actively trying to hunt him, meant to kill him, he probably could pick up on that. That latent animal instinct inside of all humans that helped them survive (sort of, Kirk was quite good at ignoring it). Leonard, however, was not so unobservant.

The mustached feline meowed, angling towards Sam's position, tail flicking as he considered the forests. Which Kirk simply took as Leonard finding something interesting in the low brush to stalk.

"Don't terrorize whatever it is to badly. It might bite back out here," he cautioned the cat with a chuckle.

It would figure that Leonard would notice, but then again cats were predators and excellent hunters. Knowing that has Sam's tail wagging slowly, he's proud of the cat, but honestly it was making it difficult to sneak up on Kirk.

For a few more moments he just watches, crawling ever closer forward everyone once in a while when neither of them were looking in his direction. Once he felt he was ready Sam is dashing across the snow, quietly as possible, so that when Kirk does notice he's already getting tackled by a large pile of fluff.

(He'll have to give Leonard a lot of treats after this.)

He hears Sam the instant before he tackles him. Of course by then there really isn't much to do except go with the force of a not insignificantly weighty dog crashing against him. Instinctively he wraps his arms around the other, fingers sinking into the thick fur as he lands back in the snow with a heavy grunt, Leonard meowing in surprise and indignation. He's sure the cat is judging him for this. How ungraceful, not to be able to dodge.

"This is revenge for the snowball fight, isn't it?" he glare-pouted up at the fluffy white creature in his arms.

What was it you said Kirk? About dodging and sensing intent, or something along those lines that you said back at the snowball fight?

Yes, yes it is revenge for the snowball fight.

Even as a dog, Sam seems rather smug with himself at that moment, sprawled on top of Kirk in the snow, tongue lolled out and tag wagging happily. In response he only gives a soft woof at the man before twisting so that his head was laying out by Leonard, silently being apologetic.

Oh you are going to be so smug, aren't you Sam? Could dogs be smug? Could humans in a dog body be smug? He was sure they could. He could feel it.

"You got lucky," he grouched, but his hands stroked the fur gently - maybe with a little tug to his ears. Leonard, for his part, trots forward and bats at Sam's nose, seeming to accept his apology. Because even though he had not been wronged, in the way of cats he was owed an apology all the same.

Being a man that could be a dog, yes, he could be smug, and he was going to revel in it considering how smug Kirk usually was when he got the upper hand.

Yes, he was sorry Leonard, because he had toppled over your human, aka your transport. Sam gives a small huff at the claws batting at his face, only tolerating it for a few moments before he sat up again to look down at Kirk. His paws move in an excited fashion that the man relents that he had been caught off-guard, ears twitching at the little bit of abuse.

His prize was just enjoying laying there and being pet, head flopping down on Kirk's chest as he enjoyed the attention.

Several small grunts escape Kirk as Sam's paws dance on his chest, but allowing it as the dues to the victor. He does roll his eyes a bit, because really this a bit much for celebrating one tackle, Sam. Maybe it was because you were in this form that he simply lay there and took it, or perhaps he would have allowed it anyways. Something about fluffy animals just makes it easier to put up with things, though...

"You know eventually I do need to get up and move. This cloak is water proof, but I don't want to push it all that far," he chided, scratching behind previously abused ears and along his spine.

Scratching behind his ears and down through his fur isn't helping your case Kirk. Sam merely makes a long satisfied whine before he gives a wide yawn, shifting a bit to get more cozy on top of the trapped Rifter. Dog or man, he makes a good bed.

Leonard, feeling left out, and seeing that there is attention to be had is next to climb up, spreading out in Sam's fur where Kirk's fingers are currently paying attention.

Well this is not how he planned on things going. So far he was merely cold along his back and mildly wet along his legs, but he was only human. Even with a furnace sitting atop him, it wasn't an entirely comfortable position. He glanced at Leonard, mouthing "traitor" at the cat, who blithely ignored him from his perch.

"Sam, I'm laying in snow," he reminded him, cupping his face. "I promise we can play 'Warm Up' tonight regardless of if I am cold or not later. So may I get up now please?"

Sam makes another long noise as his face is taken, tail wagging just slightly. He would argue that Kirk did sit on his for a time then shoved colored snow under his shirt, but alas being a dog he couldn't speak.

At the mention of this 'game' Kirk mentions he gives a bit of a snort, clearly amused at his careful choice of words - either being mindful of Leonard or perhaps thinking he'd understand better with the hint. Giving another huff though Sam does stand to get up and moves off to the side to let Kirk up. Somehow in the process Leonard had managed to stay on, purring lightly in his fur, even as he turned to poke the cat with his nose a bit.

Sometimes, Amélie likes to get away from the hustle and bustle of Skyhold proper. Especially now, with more people returning from Halamshiral, it can be difficult to just hear herself think.

Instead of her staff, which she usually only carries with her at the healing tents, she has a bow strapped to her back. Its presence there makes her smile, even if she's not very skilled at using it. She likes being incognito.

She's in the process of finding a clearing where she might practice her aim when she comes across the man. Ah, but she remembers him, doesn't she? They'd talked one night when she couldn't sleep.

Before she can even ask him how he's been, her gaze drops to the cat on the leash, and her smile grows slightly more wry. "Now that's a sight I've never seen before."

Josephine's visits to the tavern have turned infrequent over time, but on this particular day she is on her way back to her office after attending to a matter regarding the Inquisition's wise stores when she spots the man and his chessboard sitting at a nearby table.

She can't help but make her way over, her eyebrows lifted in amusement. "Do you get much competition here in the tavern?" she asks.

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Nikita must be lonely

he can only handle one kitty at a time (plus wasn't sure if I could nab your cat)

You can certainly nab both (has done so)

dually noted

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woods!

tavern