Scientific Progress goes 'Boink'

[smartass_captain]

There's a message stuck to a door, last door on the left of a certain apartment complex in a certain New York. It's replicated paper, definitely a different sort of feel to it than one would expect in 2013.

Paper isn't the preferred message delivery device in the 2250s. Replicated paper and replicated ink.

Clint

Head to my place when you get this. Bring Ver.

Bones knows you're coming, he'll get you where you need to go. Don't bring your bow, we're not leaving home.

See you soon hopefully,

Jim


((Feel free to post without me until you guys actually get through the door to the Enterprise. I'm stuck in training/meetings and won't have another solid break for 2.5/3 hours from now. Will post actively after that time.))

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[brave_heart_verity]

"Thanks, Clint." She feels better with her glasses on. Less headachey. And the tinted lenses do a marvelous job hiding how tired she is.

"That would be nice. It's very peaceful up there." When he starts getting fidgety they can find something more active to do. She's going to need to get dressed.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Sure thing," he replies.

"Yeah, the view was great up there," Clint agrees. Although this time, he's going to be keeping an eye on Jim out of the corner of his eye. It'll keep him from fidgeting (Clint, that is).

[smartass_captain]

Everyone can get dressed at their own pace. It's not like they're in a hurry. Jim pulls on his uniform more out of habit than with any real intention to do work. Maybe it's a defense of sorts.

The observation deck is as quiet as it was the last time they were there. Only a few other crew members are around, and they all find somewhere better to be when they notice the Captain has come in, looking less than his best.

Some people feel small and insignificant when they look out at the night sky. They feel afraid of the expanse surrounding them. James Kirk has always felt mollified by this immensity. Something about how little anything mattered in the grand scheme of the cosmos made the burdens he carried feel a bit more insignificant too.

He won't make it twenty minutes in there without drifting back off to sleep in the first chair he'd settled into. And, judging by the little snores he's making soon after, he's properly knocked out this time.

[brave_heart_verity]

Verity's not girlie-girl enough to hold things up. Jeans and shoes and a finger-combing of her hair is enough. She'll skip the shoes if they want, and can fuss with her hair while they walk. And the yawns can be stifled pretty well behind a hand. Usually, she'd have had coffee by now, but she's not going to ask for this sad space stuff they call coffee.

If Verity notices Jim is falling asleep, she pretends otherwise. The view is magnificent and she could use a little grandeur in her life. But the snoring makes her smile.

"I think he just hates beds," she murmurs to Clint.

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint slept in his clothes, so make of that what you will. Barton.

That view really is magnificent, and Clint revels in it until he hears Jim snoring. Verity's suggestion gets a quiet chuckle. "Should we carry him back to his room?" he murmurs, "or get a blanket to put over him here?"

[brave_heart_verity]

That's a tough decision. Both plans have plenty to weigh against them.

"We should probably try to get him back to his quarters before he has another nightmare," she admits. "He's upset enough that we saw that. Imagine if it was some random ensign."

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint nods. "Good point. Okay, you get the doors and keep a lookout?"

The good thing about practicing with a high-draw bow pretty much constantly is the great upper body strength it brings. Clint can scoop Jim up and carry him without staggering around making comical faces and sounds; one arm under his knees, one behind his shoulders.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Sure thing."

A proper prince carry. How sweet.

Verity can keep a lookout and a hand on Jim's head to keep it from getting bumped against anything in close quarters (and the ship is all close quarters). There may be some ducking-around-corners to avoid anyone seeing Jim getting carried around, but he doesn't need to know about that. And this is when her powers of observation are so useful: if Jim didn't put his override on the door, they can get him back into his quarters no problem.

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint appreciates the help keeping Jim's head un-bumped, musing, "man, if I could tell this story, I'd use it the next time Nat thinks I can't do stealth."

If blankets need moving, hopefully Verity can handle that, before Clint eases Jim down into bed.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Why can't you tell this story? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing they've heard."

They'll get Jim tucked in nice and comfy (boots off, blankets on), and Verity curls up next to him again. But there's less holding on this time, just in case. No need to trigger his fight-or-flight response a second time. "Or are you worried Barney will be jealous?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"Jim'd be crushed," Clint answers. "Look how he took just us knowing this much. An' if he ever met Nat, he'd flirt, and she'd shut him down with the story of how we put him to bed."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Mm, that's a point. She wouldn't let you get away with being vague about names and dates would she?"

Damn it, now she can't sleep. She's going to have to start just bringing her sleeping pills with her everywhere.