Go Ask Alice - Fever Dreams

[universal_charm]

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! ]}

Comments

[el_tybs]

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.

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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.

[el_tybs]

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."

[universal_charm]

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..."

[el_tybs]

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."