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Go Ask Alice - Fever Dreams

WHO: Jim Kirk + YOU
WHAT: A slow descent into insanity - the fever begins to take Kirk and his symptoms show, quite obviously, for all. Hope you don't mind potentially getting drawn on.
WHEN: During Phase 1
WHERE: Around Kirkwall
NOTES:Not this time!

Kirk/Sam/Cyril's House
It began slowly. Innocuously even. A strange urge that had him taking out a notebook, dipping his pen, and writing down the things he had learned in the Academy, in his time as a captain - the placement of stars, how they aligned, their significance. Dots and lines, little notations here and there.

Map, his mind began to whisper. Map, map, map. Tick, tick tick. If he could just map the stars, lay out all he knew, he could figure out where he was, couldn't he? That was the major part of the problem - not knowing where he was, and he just had to map it all out. Yes. Map, map, map...

The pages were to small. He ran out. He searched and found what he needed, bits of chalk to write along the walls of his home, creating a 3-D render of the map he saw in his head, from the displays of his ship. Everything so clear. So beautiful in its complexity and simultaneous simplicity.

To anyone watching, though, Kirk would simply be scribbling all over the walls - inside and out. Because the inside was to small as well. It couldn't contain everything. No, nothing at all. So write he did, connecting the dots, the lines, everything. Even the cats got caught a time or two.

Around Town - Literally, All Around Town
When the house became to small, to infinite, Kirk began to scribble around town. He picked up a staff, dragging it through the dirt to connect the lines, to draw the circles, labeling them as he went, searching the depths of his memory. He thought it was memory. Sometimes, through the mania of the fever, he couldn't quite say.

He didn't let much deter him. Person in the way? They got poked with a stick and told to move, or if they refused to do that,he would find way to draw on them and around them. Dirt, walls, everything was a medium for his map. His big, beautiful map that just had to be made. Needed to be made.

Map map map.

Wildcard!
_{[ Feel free to find him somewhere else, or get drawn on. It can be any time, even up to the point where his skin will start to turn slightly blue. Look, it's your own fault, you were standing where Laxari-MPZ was supposed to go! ]}

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At first there was nothing to be alarmed about, nothing that gave any reason to cause worry. Picking up a pen and drawing hardly was something to give a second glance to. After all Cyril had done something similar, sketching a woman after his ordeal in Pel's dream.

When the floors started to get littered with papers it started to get annoying.

When Jim wouldn't come to bed he started to get miffed.

When he woke and found that his room had become a mural that traveled down through the halls...

It was starting to sink in that Kirk hadn't been sleeping, and barely eating, so consumed with drawing these lines and circles

Now he was getting worried.

"Jim," he calls out, catching him in the living area, the couch pushed up against a wall so that he can get to the top. "What are you doing? It's been days."

"Mapping stars. I have to get the maps down. Before I forget," he said earnest, his arm slashing across the boards, drawing a line, splashing a dot, drawing it big and large before writing out the letters and numbers beside it that marked so many other dots in the room.

"Why... why are you mapping stars? We have navigational maps like this in the library for ships." Course how Jim is drawing them is completely different then their maps. Not to mention none of what he has done matches anything Sam recognizes.

"You're going to fall, using that couch."

“Because I have to figure out where I am,” he huffed, drawing more circles and noting orbitals now. He pushed up on his toes, reaching high to make a curve, calves trembling.

"About to fall off the couch inside our house in the middle of Kirkwall." If he wasn't so pre-occupied with the fact that Kirk was going to fall, Sam might have realized exactly what 'where' meant.

Seeing how Jim is reaching he quickly moves and grabs the man's pant leg and pull so that his feet are more firmly on the edge. "Jim, seriously. You're going to hurt yourself."

Kirk shifted and kicked slightly with his foot, panting as he went up on his toes again, stretching to carve the arch in a blast of white.

"Delta-Vega XP199571..." he murmured, shaking as he trembled to write out the letters.

Normally Sam was a very patient man, especially with Kirk, but with work growing busier and his sleep becoming restless - due to someone staying up all night to scribble the walls and floor - it was safe to say Sam was coming to a point.

So his lover ignoring him and kicking a leg out at him certainly was pushing it.

With a frown Sam gives up in trying to persuade Kirk and instead moves behind, reaching up and grabbing hold of the back of his waist band. There's a hard yank following just a few moments later, using his imbalance against him, ready to catch him if/when he fell.

Kirk cried out when he was shoved off balance, stumbling back off the couch and into Sam. He let out a whine of distress, looking up at the wall where he had scribbled dots and lines and circles - a strange mess to anyone who didn't know how to read it.

"No, no, I need to finish it..." he whined, clutching at Samouel, the fever releasing his mind a fraction, confusion welling up.

He was sure the experience of falling was not fun, especially in Jim's current state, but it was better he could control the fall to secure Jim's safety rather then wait for him to fall off on his own.

With a little bit of effort Sam eventually managed to right Jim back up onto his feet, but made sure to keep a hold on him, arms wrapped around his waist, so that he didn't try climbing again. Like this it was easy to feel the heat of the fever and the desperation in his eyes. "Jim, you've been at it for days. You need to rest."

Jim whined and struggled, though weakly. Perhaps it was the fever, finally settling into his bones, stealing what energy he had in his zeal a moment ago. He panted, clutching at Samouel, his voice pained.

"No. No I have to - I have to map them," he insisted to him. "I have to... I have to..."

It was unsettling how single-mindedly driven Kirk was about this. Sure, with other illnesses he tried to play it off that nothing was wrong, but this was something completely different. The scariest part was the complete disregard for himself and everyone around him.

"Jim, you need to stop. You aren't well," he tries to reason, keeping his grip firm but trying not to hurt him. "The stars aren't going anywhere."

"Jim. Jim! Thank you for the wish to decorate my boat, but most people wait until the boat is finished?"

Elros is standing amdist piles of woodshavings and looking a bit blue himself. But he also looks acutely puzzled as to why Jim is drawing on the half-finished shell of a boat hull.

"I'm mapping the stars," he explained, very sure of himself and seeing nothing wrong with the dots and lines he stroked across the wood, concentrating intensely.

"It's very pretty." Elros is reminded of nothing so much as Maglor in a music fugue, right now.

"But also, that bit you're drawing one will be covered and you won't be able to see it later?"

The logic of it didn't seem to penetrate, his mind to full of fog and the heat and the tick tick tick that said to map map map because he had to. He just had to. He could discover something if he just did that...

"But I can see it. I can see it. Can't you? It's the Thraxion system," he said in a mix of urgent fervor and a far away wistfulness.

"I don't know Thraxion." Elros points out, his own urges falling aside to the healer.

"Tell me about it?"

"It's a star system. Not much in it. A planet, just at the edge of the life zone, but nothing sentient yet," Kirk recited. He knew it because he had been the one to discover it in the system. They had spent a week doing a preliminary survey before sending the report back for other crews to come and do more in depth analysis. "27 hours from Earth at warp factor 2."

"What is the planet like." Elros coaxes, and wishes he had Elrond here, or even some athelas to hand.

The hands of the king may be the hands of a healer but Elros is not his brother, and these are not his lands. But still, if what strength I have may aid him, let it do so, he thinks, a light touch to Jim's shoulder, coaxing him to sit and drink.

"Will you tell me of your journeys?"

Kirk opened his mouth. Closed it again. He seemed to try and focus, made a conscious effort with the crinkle of his brow and the bite of his lip, but whatever was in control of him won and he turned back, his hand slashing and swinging wide as he continued with his mapping.

"I've gone the farthest. I know the new maps cause we made them. This is just like that, just a new perspective," he muttered.

Damn, so close.

Elros sighs and tugs at him again, coaxingly, to wider terrains where he can draw.

"Show me, then. Tell me where you've gone?"

"Uuuuuh .... Jim?"

He swears, he had just been standing there, currying Jim's horse after a nice ride outside the city. He had forgotten how much he had loved the freedom of riding over the hills, but it was brought back with a sharpness that made him recall his father's voice over his shoulder, as they rode together through the forest.

A memory that was sort of rudely interrupted by Jim writing on his shirt. Adasse turned around abruptly, blinking at the man. "What ... are you doing?"

He didn't know how he had ended up at the stables. Only vaguely did it even penetrate that he was at the stables. He had just been drawing. Mapping. Finding his place in the cosmos one star point at a time that may or may not actually exist as he remembered or perhaps he had drawn multiples, whatever, just map map map.

"Stars. Holes look like stars," he said, slashing across Adasse's shirt, the motions jerky, like he was fighting himself almost.

It was only the quick reflexes of a lifetime of people trying to kill him that allowed him to lean back and away before he got slashed by whatever it was in Jim's hand. His eyes went a little wild.

"Are you all right? You ... don't look right."

It wasn't anything that would hurt Adasse - just a bit of charcoal to write with. Though it might harm Adasse's shirt, the ultimate casualty of Kirk's fevered mind.

"I have to map it," he said, grabbing the elf's shirt and tugging, trying to slash black lines from hole to hole in patterns and lengths that only made sense to him, if they made sense at all.

Adasse stared down at his chest, where he now had stars drawn across his shirt and lines to connect them. Then he looked back up at Jim again.

"... what, exactly, are we mapping?" Because he'll be buggered all if he knows what is going on here.

"Stars," Kirk breathed, like he whispered the name of a goddess to worship. "The stars. If I map them, I can figure out where I am. I can find a way home. I just have to see them all."

"... Let me as you something. Which star system are you tracking?" Adasse asked slowly, "Because if you are tracking the ones from your home -- that's not going to work on ours. Especially for Navigation."

"I can make the maps! I can follow the trail and can figure out where I am. There has to be a star I recognize!" Kirk all but shouted, desperation in his voice brought on by the fever as well as a feeling he had kept buried, deep inside for years, let loose as his mind frayed.

"...Kirk. Jim. It's all right. Listen, this ... " He looked at his shirt, and then the walls. "We can make this work. Can we make it work smaller though? Maybe just a courtyard?"

"I have to follow them," Kirk said with that same earnestness, the same controlled but wailing desperation. "Map them. Find them all. Follow the path." He didn't seem able to truly process Adasse's questions, alternately clutching his shirt and scraping at it with his bit of drawing utensil. "Follow the path. Map it..." he repeated again and again, like a mantra.

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all around town includes the docks after all!

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