[ Open ] Always Something New In Town

[universal_charm]

WHO: Jim Kirk & You
WHAT: Kirk's hanging out around Kirkwall. Join him?
WHEN: Through the month
WHERE: Various spots around Kirkwall
NOTES: Flirtatiousness, sauciness, possible cursing, shenanigans -
the usual Kirk stuff

Library
<sub>[ Teaching was a more laborious task than he had thought it might be, even to a minor wealthy home. He had been good enough at it at the Academy, for sure, but there had been structured there and quite a few more eyes on him - the gap of numbers. At least he had that when he taught the poorer children, which he rather liked more than his solitary gig.

No matter the case, it meant he was spending quite a bit of time in the library, pulling down children's books to copy their pages to help with reading, or even just looking up ways for him to explain scientific concepts he was trying to pass on.

The copying took up most of his time though, so it was most likely to find him hunched over a stack of children's books, laboriously copying down their contents to new sheets, fingers already stained with ink, with a stack of much thicker books set to the side. Quite an odd sight, no? ]</sub>

Training Grounds
<sub>[ To say he had some built up tension and frustrations lately would have been an understatement. Emotionally, he was in turmoil, and he had always worked that sort of thing out one way - physical activity. It had been his safe haven since the incident nearly four years ago. Or was it five? God he was losing track of time.

He grunted sharply as he fought against the dummy, striking blows with arms and legs in his self-defense style. His staff lay to the side, ready for a different workout when this was done. Already he was stripped to the waist and sweating, his skin tingling as he felt the bruises forming on shins and elbows. He whirled, a sharp crack sounding as shin met wood. He dropped back, wincing and rubbing his legs, leaning over and panting hard. ]</sub>

Damn it, don't tell me I'm losing my edge...

Tavern
<sub>[ Quite often Kirk could be found at one of the lower end taverns, sitting in the back with a mug of something at least left a warmth in his belly if not a good taste in his mouth. He watched the crowd, sometimes listening to the bards that came in. Now and then he might be drawn into a game of tales, his own usually winning because of their sheer outlandishness (even though they were entirely true, but who is actually going to believe that someone can truly sail among the stars?).

His main point of fun seems to be teaching the people in the bar the fine art of poker. He held court at a singular table, grinning at the men and women around him with cards in hand and a pile of coin on the table. ]</sub>

All right boys, time to show your hands.

Sleepless Nights
<sub>[ Meditation. He needed meditation and to clear his mind. Spock would have told him so - hell, Spock wouldn't have let him get this bad, able to read his moods and it seemed even his thoughts better than Kirk himself. Which had always been infuriating, given Spock's nature, but he supposed someone so logical could more easily assess the illogical too.

His way to meditate, though, had never involved sitting down and crossing one's legs to achieve peace. He had always found it in physical activity - in this case, running. It soothed him, let his mind float. So in the wee hours he slipped out of his home and began to run along the outskirts of town.

Which was totally not suspicious at all, right? ]</sub>

Wildcard
Make your own adventure!

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[universal_charm]

"I can understand that point of view," he nodded. "But I'll be the first to admit that I am a somewhat selfish man, and there are some things between us that I... just want for me." It was all he could think to say on it, but then he had never been very good at explaining his feelings - a fact he was sure Iskandar was well aware of.

Kirk laughed a little at that. "You know, I never really even thought of that? I just always keep looking forward, to the things that are waiting to be discovered. I guess my crew and I get put in the history books for that, but I've never really been to concerned about it personally. But it would be nice, to end up in a history book alongside you." He laughed again and smiled dreamily at the idea, offering him the last of the juice and growing a bit quieter.

"At the end of it, I don't really care though - if it's my name that's remembered. I care about the things I left behind; the things I did and the memory of those. I care about those places I helped, and I hope that those beyond me will perhaps try and rectify the mistakes I made too. I care about the impact I made, not if they remember my name. I could be the stranger from the stars, for all I care. I just want to try and leave a better universe than the one I lived in."

[conqueredhearts]

"No. That is not what I mean. I mean that I will lose these memories from the time that I was summoned. The moment I die, I will lose them all forever."

It was simply a part of being a Servant and one that all Servants had to accept. Many handled things in different ways but he chose to embrace it and live this second life to the fullest. To use a life given was far better than anything he could ever imagine. And so he used this gift he had without hesitation.

"Should I be summoned again all my time will be forgotten by me. So if it is remembered by others and shared by others then I truly will have lived and been there. That is why I want my stories told. For I know that I will one day not remember any of them."

[universal_charm]

Iskandar was certainly much stronger than Kirk in that regard, or so the captain thought. He wasn't sure how he would have handled living a life, forgetting it, knowing he had forgotten one, fighting someone else's war. He'd probably go a little crazy, honestly. But here was Iskandar, meeting it with his boundless cheer and charm.

It made his chest swell with pride at being able to be called this man's friend, his lover (though he was unsure of that title as of this moment). He could stand to take a page from Iskadnar's book on that front.

"Well, have no fear. I very much doubt I could ever forget you, even if I tried," he shook his head, seeing the food was gone and the flask depleted. He began to gather them up. "But I should let you get back to your work. Though if you want more of my impeccable cooking, you should come by the home. Sam and I have begun actually furnishing it, finally."

[conqueredhearts]

He chuckled and stood up to brush crumbs off of his lap. With a stretch, he looked back to his work. Much to be done but he should have it done by the end of the day. Smiling, he looked back to Jim.

"Simply let me know when you two are free and I shall stop by. I would be interested in seeing this place for myself!"

With that, he patted his leg so that his dog would come with him as he walked back to his duties. "I shall see you again, Jim! A wonderful lunch indeed!"