Mingle Log!

[notscrapmetal]

When; July 5th through July 7th!
Rating; G+
Characters; Open to ALL, 4th Wallers and Citizens!
Summary; The celebrations continue, and the Anonymous regime has summoned guests that Citizens might (not) prove very thrilled to see! As opposed to other Fourth Wall events, all visiting characters will have been invited to the City, or they must arrive here of their own will.

Mingle! Explore~!

Log;

There's so much to do and so much to see in this City of cities. From tromping through Xanadu, long walks along the shore, shopping in the Square, hunting in the forest, meeting a contact in the Underground, or getting as many answers as possible at the Welcoming Center how can anyone decide on just one. In three days time so much can be done!

Shops and restaurants are having specials. Happy hour has become happy days in some bars. This is quite the occasion! When the City decides to celebrate, it becomes contagious. Why not smile and strike up a conversation with a stranger? After all, a stranger is a friend you haven't met yet.

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[hischair]

[ Latched onto Chris like a burr is no way to see or speak to him, to tell him in myriad ways how much Jim wants to keep him around for decades yet. He knows this is all part of the City and its so-called 'charms', but he can't see the draw in it. Chris is going to disappear sooner or later. Who would want their loved one to be torn from them for a second time? Sniffing, he eventually calms under the soothing attention. For a while he nods to prove he's getting there, it's going to be fine in a moment, just another and another. When he peels a hand away to rub at his nose and ease back, he can't quite release his grip on a shoulder. At least he's on his own two feet again, watery-eyed and looking younger than his years with jumpy half-words valiantly trying to level out. ]

I tried to do what you would've wanted me to do.

[ Regarding Khan, all of it. Spock had bolstered his conscience considerably (and out of the corner of an eye, Jim notes that splash of blue) yet it was the notion Christopher would approve that drove Jim to be the better man.

He wipes his face off hastily on a decorated sleeve and plies him with earnest eyes. ]

I didn't know what that was, so I messed up. [ Almost getting the crew annihilated by Vengeance, the fall from the heavens. ] I miss you.

[pikes]

[ pike grip on him doesn't get any looser, possibly because he has no one else to lean on but jim, his feet are starting to kill him, standing around for too long, but they aren't so important. ]

Maybe you did, but you know it now. That's all I need from you, Jim.

[ he raises a hand and uses it to card through the back of jim's head in a soothing manner as he talks, quietly listening to all that jim is telling him in the spur of the moment. whatever it is that jim thought he wanted him to do is probably the opposite. he doesn't know what to feel about that yet. ]

I miss you. [ for him, it's only been seconds, but that's a lifetime already, too.

he opens his eyes, and the first thing he sees his spock, out at a corner watching them with his vulcan eyes. hearing them, probably. pike remembers the attempt to relive him of the pain, the anger, the sadness. spock's eyes have been incredibly human, then, too.

pike's lips curl, a sad smile on his face. ]

[logistical]

[He meets Pike's eyes and it all comes back in a flood: the anger, the pain, the confusion, the loneliness, and Spock is there, attempting to soothe it as best he can, because no one should feel that alone when they die. He returns Pike's smile with a curt, formal nod, but remains at a distance, watching for intruders.]

[hischair]

[ With his brow resting against Chris's jaw when Jim feels fingers running through his hair, he can't seem to stop crying, muted through the noise is. His fists grip and smooth on shoulders, arms, running along them to keep a tight hold. The emotion churns him like a whirlpool inside, everything he wants to say crumbling like old wrecks getting dragged under cyclic sobs. It's a relief to that Chris accepts how Jim has screwed up and finds he's grown because of it, even without the details; almost firing torpedoes into Klingon space would have been immeasurably foolish, not a thing about it echoing the man he had always tried to emulate. ]

You saved me. Every day. A-And I couldn't save ...

[ Eyes screw shut and tears drop onto his shirt, looking up after stifling an upset noise at the I miss you back. He has to say this now, has to get it out while Chris can be told exactly how much more of a hero he is than Jim. Instead, what comes out is — ]

What do I do if I don't have you? [ Shaking his head, he finds he gravitates back into that comforting embrace, small and sad. ] I wanted to kill him for taking you away. I would have done it, if Spock hadn't helped me out of it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. [ Lips purse and he feels himself sway minutely, something about the motion making him feel ever so slightly better. ] Sir, I — I died. The warp core was misaligned, I needed to ... or everyone would've —

[ The words feel like a confessional. ]

I was scared, sir. I'm sorry. I felt, feel so alone. I don't want you to leave me again, I can't take being in my head with the dark, I can't stop feeling like there's ...

[ Nobody who understands. Not really. Not the excruciating pain, the terror and how Jim can't calm that down on his own; it's the heart he provides the Enterprise with, not his head.

His gaze slides to the blue-shirted figure nearby and Jim closes his eyes, memorizing how fabric scratches against his stubble, damp with his tears. Through them, he admits the truth of the matter to his First too, never raising his voice when Vulcan ears will hear perfectly and, Jim trusts, understand how they convey such different, wildly important things for both Chris and Spock respectively. ]

I'm all messed up.

[ The way he clings to Chris might as well be a direct physical representation of how much he needs Spock around, too.

Jim closes his eyes. ]