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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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?"

Go Ask Alice - Fever Dreams

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