EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH

[luminals]

TAKE BACK KNOWHERE
When: June 21-28
Who: Everyone.
Where: All over Knowhere, ending in the Continuum Cortex and Observation Deck.

Event details are here, IC announcement is here.

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Jim Kirk | OPEN

[kirking]

[Aliens aren't new to Kirk, not even a little bit, but trying to fight them without the comforting weight of his phaser in his hand is. Even if the damn thing was on stun-- he's gotten used to it. He's never really had an occasion where he didn't at least start out with one strapped to his hip or leveled in front of him.

Sure, he loses more than a fair share of them but today? Not even lucky enough for that. So he's kind of winging it.

And not doing a very good job at it, if the bruises on his face are any indication. But at least he's still walking, even if there is a slight limp and so sorry if you run into him around a corner and he either shoves you against the wall or tries to punch you in the face. It's nothing personal. And he'll stop once he realizes there's no threat. If there isn't at least.]

Did someone say....winging it? *badpunsiren*

[knightoflight]

[At this point, Wing has moved into the rhythm of combat--move, strike, spot the next monster, move on, smooth and fast. He was startled to see some organic here, in the mix, barely staying his own blade.

[So the fist that aimed at his chin caught him off guard, causing him to jerk back a step, blinking.]

Close call, friend!

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[kirking]

Shit, sorry.

[As sorry as someone can be when they're all fighting for their lives and it's pretty understandable why he's swinging first and asking questions never.]

You wouldn't happen to have a phaser or anything like that on you?

[Can't hurt to ask, right?]

[knightoflight]

No, no, my fault entirely.

[Though he will not underestimate the fighting spirit in these humans any time soon!]

Phaser?

[Slow blink.] I don't think I know what that is.

[So, no, most likely.]

[kirking]

Like a gun. But with lasers.

[So technical, it's a wonder he's not in Engineering.]

Nevermind. I'm Kirk. Jim Kirk.

[knightoflight]

Oh. Well, I suppose that makes sense.

[Wh-why not just call it a laser, then? He doesn't know. Humans. So strange!]

I'm Wing, JimKirk. One of the knights of the Circle of Light.

[Aaaaaand that should tell him everything he needs to know about idealistic hippy jets.]

[gamora]

( Gamora takes attempted punches to the face very poorly.

Unlike Kirk she doesn't show any sign of exhaustion - blame the upgrade Thanos gave her for that and for the fact she blocks the incoming fist with her arm. Lashing out with a low kick, Gamora acts on instinct, hoping to bring her attacker down crashing to the floor before they can make another attempt. )

What the flark do you think you're doing?

[kirking]

[Jim Kirk really doesn't have the best track record with green women. He's cursed around them. Either he can't remember their name or what they looked like or they kick him in the leg and take him down within like five seconds.

It'd be hot, you know, if-- actually who is he kidding, it's still hot. But he tries to put his dick second instead of first for the moment.]

Flark? [Yeah, that's the most important thing there, Kirk. He pushes himself up to his knees, then his feet, hands held out like he's not sure if he's surrendering or getting ready to block another blow for real this time.]

Thought you were one of them. Didn't really want to take the time to ask.

holy cow i lost this in my inbox

[gamora]

( She can at least get a hint, and so she steps back, giving him space once she's realized he's not a threat. Terran by the looks of it, perhaps the same age as Rider? Younger than Quill at any rate. )

Haven't you heard anyone cuss before?

( Flark. D'ast. Pama. She's got a list of creative space curses. )

Maybe next time you won't be as stupid.

( Gamora's in the running for Ms. Personality of Knowhere. )

[sufferably]

( let's count the ways in which bones hates today, shall we? for starters, he's on a space station of unknown origin and location. even if he's gotten used to being in space, the sudden displacement and uncertainty are enough to set off spikes of anxiety. secondly, he's being attacked by various alien species he's never seen or heard of. he's a doctor, not a soldier, and despite starfleet's best attempts to get him more combat-ready he's still almost laughably bad at the concept. and finally, after a skirmish or two, he's got splatterings of blue and purple blood across his shirt. it really isn't the best day.

he turns a corner aimlessly, catches a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of his eye, and maybe there's a delay in recognition if only for the fact that he's exhausted. but just as quickly he narrows his eyes and hones in on that injury, spitting out-- ) I leave you alone for five goddamn minutes--

[kirking]

[It's the light. It's making the bruises look worse.]

Bones? [Jim comes pretty close to socking his best friend in the face right there, only stops himself because he's so startled (and pleased, thank God there's a friendly face here) that his aim is that off. His hand hangs there in the air for a moment before he brings it down on McCoy's shoulder. Like that was his plan the entire time.]

Sorry, got the party started without you.

[sufferably]

( he looks down at jim's hand pointedly, as if he knows exactly what jim had been about to do. all in all, it wouldn't have been the strangest event to come at him from jim kirk's direction, but he might not have been particularly inclined to forgiveness. for now, he settles for rolling his eyes. )

Yeah, I can see that. How long've you been here? And do you know what the hell is going on?

[kirking]

[Oh come on, Bones. He's done worse things than punch you in the face and you're still here.]

Like an hour. You?

[That's a no, he has no clue what this is or why they're here but he does want to stay alive.]

I lost my phaser, you have yours?

[sufferably]

( it's a great miracle of the universe, though.

he brushes jim off and takes a step back, arms crossed over his chest as he glances around them with distaste. )

No, I'm ducking 'round corners and hiding behind giant-goddamn-robots because I've got a way to defend myself.

I'm not in the habit of being armed in my own medbay. And that's where I was before we ended up here.

[kirking]

[Ah. Well. Worth a shot.]

You've got a way to defend yourself now, you've got me. [Doesn't that just inspire confidence.]

Remind me when we get back though to make you start packing in the medbay. It would've helped a lot.

[sufferably]

I'll send you a memo. ( no, he won't.

though, it must be said that jim's general presence means that mccoy doesn't look quite so panicked, the rigid tension of his shoulders easing up just a bit as he looks back at the other man. )

You've got a plan, right?