the sky was made of amethyst ( & open )

[willrevile]

Who: James Tiberius Fullname (willrevile) & other excellent individuals
What: a catch-all for june! also some in-betweeny thesa stuff in response to info in the plotting post!
When: june, some backdated may stuff too. time is a flat circle.
Where: various locations / thesa station
Warning(s): tba. i've put a dancing cupcake beneath the cut.

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[revlon]

[ She watches him with a smile that's at once amused, wry, almost exasperated. Anyone else would have pressed by now and now they are both keenly aware there's a great big elephant in the air between them that is going unaddressed. She's too tired (and tipsy) to grapple with it tonight, so she appreciates the reprieve, but she's sure it's only a matter of time until this comes to a head.

She's a damn good spy but certain coincidences cannot be stopped or explained away after a certain point. It's how Eggsy Unwin came to know the truth. And likely that's how Jim Kirk will, too. But not tonight. ]

Because it's the first bit of relaxation you've had in several weeks? [ She raises her brows. ] That's certainly why I'm enjoying it. To say nothing of the company.

[willrevile]

[ At home, Jim would never share information like this with anyone who wasn't Starfleet, who wasn't of a rank cleared for it. But he's not at home, so he's sharing all this with a woman who claims to be a civilian. It's impossible not to wonder what her perspective is; what exactly she'd be doing at home that she's doing or not doing at home. ]

Because I'm halfway to hammered [ he says, still walking backwards. Tempting fate. ] And tonight feels like progress.

[ An answer from Voss, a half-step forward in the form of a hunch confirmed. Better than the sea of nothing it's been for ages. ]

I agree about the company.

[revlon]

[ She hums in agreement, lips curving in a slight smile. ]

Tonight was certainly a step into a promising direction. I suppose it pays to have an eye for detail and a nose for trouble.

[ Which they share in spades, it seems. She adjusts her grip on the reins of her horse, hanging on a little more steadily as she navigates cobblestoned streets with her injury. Stubborn to the last, that Peggy Carter. And so is he. ]

Which you certainly posses if you insist on walking the way you are now. We don't need another bad leg between the pair of us. There's still work to be done.

[willrevile]

[ *doing or not doing here, heckin words ]

[ Jim huffs a laugh. ] I claimed to have a trouble radar pretty recently, [ he says. ] Just before a chemical booby trap froze my navigator and I in a gas-to-solid form wave.

[ Space, man. And then he turns, doing a little hop to avoid losing his balance on the uneven pavement.

Look ma, no hands. He grins. ]

I'll behave.

[revlon]

[ And she thought she had it bad with traipsing through booby trapped enemy bases. Her brows raise but she says nothing more on that subject. But she does quip: ]

Sorry, you'll what? I wasn't aware you were capable.

[willrevile]

Yeah? [ Eyebrows. ] Look who's talking, Pegleg.

[ #friendship ]

[revlon]

[ Mildly, ] I object to that remark.

[ And that nickname. ]

You're making it sound as though this was on purpose. I assure you, I don't set out for a day of work with the intention of getting wounded.

[ Wounded, not injured. There was a distinction on the front. ]

I'll be right as rain in no time.

[willrevile]

[ Chipper, ] Nobody does.

[ And yet here we are. ]

Hopefully. You know it's gonna get nuts again in like, five minutes.

[ Being wounded sucks anyway, even if nothing is going on. That much, he understands extremely well. ]

You got your shampoo guy to fetch you tea in the mean time though, right? [ Jim nods towards the residential street they're coming into, assuming this is her neighborhood. ]

[revlon]

[ She laughs again, although it's more breath than sound. ]

Captain Rogers is as American as they come. [ She's joking, she takes her tea black so there's nothing to get wrong about it, but: ] I don't think he'd know how to brew a proper cup of tea even with me hovering over his shoulder. Although God knows he'd try his best.

[ There's a pause as she fishes her keys out of her pocket. Her apartment is on the second floor of a modest stone building, the stairway behind a wrought iron gate. They're a few minutes away still, but close enough. ]

Or dump it in the cove in lieu of a harbour.

[willrevile]

[ Man, keys are weird. Jim's given up on his, and just leaves his garbage apartment unlocked with everything of value out on the small table while he's gone. That way if anyone robs him they don't have to tear the place apart.

He frowns a little, puzzled. ]

Why would you dump tea into the ocean?

[ Historical apocrypha joke? ]

[revlon]

[ She shoots him a look, puzzled in turn. But then it clicks a second later — with how far in the future Jim is, history is vast. Distilled. She certainly doesn't know everything that's come before her. So she opens her mouth, as if she may just try to explain the American Revolution, then thinks better of it. ]

It's a long story. [ There's a pause, then she amends, ] American history, to be precise. Just one of a series of events that led to the colonies breaking away from England and gaining independence. [ She shakes her head, smiling a little. ] Probably not relevant here.

[willrevile]

[ Jim makes a 'huh' sound, trying to place the story. (He probably will later; something in the two weeks dedicated to Starfleet's non-interference policy in an ethics course.) ]

Hopefully not, [ he says, of relevance. Colonies, lol. He envisions for a brief moment some kind of effort for refugees to band together and separate from Wyver and Olympia. Yikes. ]

No tea dumping for anyone, how about that.

[revlon]

[ Don't be so sure, Jim. Some refugees do want that. ]

Sounds like a solid plan to me. [ And just as she says that, they come up on her building just on the bend of a narrow, quiet street. It's summer, which means the flowering vine creeping along the stone face is in full bloom, the night air lightly perfumed with whatever this world's equivalent is to honeysuckle. ] Well, here we are. The stables are just around the back; I can manage.

Thank you, captain.

[willrevile]

[ Yeah this generation of refugees couldn't prevent a giant object from being stolen by bandits, no one's founding a city-state. ]

You sure? Don't need me to piggyback you in?

[ Blatantly trying to rile her up-- he's grinning, though. (And wow what a cute place, Jim really does love in a shithole.) ]

Anytime. Have a good night, Peggy.