faderift | Go Ask Alice

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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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.

Go Ask Alice - Fever Dreams

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