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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[moonlitrequiem]

[At his words, without even a glance at him now that he's closer, Yin moves into the shade of a nearby tree. There is no single word in return, but that's normal. Perhaps even her way of saying hi. He was acknowledged and listened to, either way.]

[anatural]

[Korra just stares at Chekov. Not now, please. Not now, please?!?!?!]

What is wrong with you?!

[anatural]

[Naga will gladly take the meat on your plate, friendly human-not-human. In fact, she hopes you weren't attached to your plate, because she's moving her head to eat right off of it.]

[candothat]

[He's rather red himself, as excessive sun exposure is typically something that he tries to avoid, and covered in sand. Spock is still considerably better at building sand structures, but Chekov is pleased with his sand imitation of Tserkov na Krovi regardless (the onion-shaped domes were a trick to make). Ginny's hug throws him off balance--not difficult, considering just how much he's drinking today--and he pulls her down into the sand with him, grinning.]

Ginny! You are turning as red as your hair.

[anatural]

Polar bear dog. [Korra automatically corrects.] And yeah. Her name's Naga. Hope she hasn't been giving you any trouble.

[candothat]

[Best boyfriend, or most annoying? Those who are repeatedly regaled with stories of Lucy's amazingness might lean towards annoying, but Pavel doesn't care (right now--he might care a little once he's properly sober, even if the sentiment remains the same). And maybe they do work out best as a couple in small doses. It makes the random PDAs on the beach more exciting and enthusiastic, if nothing else.

He remembers how to use his arm long enough to draw Lucy closer.]

Why not? I thought I was allowed to do what I like.

[hexuality]

[She starts laughing even though they hit the sand, head dropping back as the sound breaks free and she swats at him like it's his fault, though truly, she's the one who threw herself at him in the first place.]

So are you! [She sits up on her elbows, beaming.] Happy birthday.

Dusk

[candothat]

Very well.

[He doesn't feel dismissed. Quiet people can be pleasant company, and this girl isn't outright rude.]

Have we met before?

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

[Which is good, seeing as she doesn't even know how to be rude, and she is terribly quiet. Again, he only gets a one word answer.]

No. [At least not in her memory banks, which are pretty reliable. But then, unless he was new sometime in the past ten months, it would have been an unlikely meet up. She doesn't get out much.]

[candothat]

[He pinches her shoulder in half-hearted retaliation, in no hurry to get up off the sand now that he's there.]

I'm turning as red as your hair, maybe. [He sits up just far enough to ruffle sand out of his hair.] Thank you. Should I also be thanking you for the party?

Dusk

[candothat]

Ah. I am Pavel Chekov.

[After consulting the remains of his drink for his new companion's name to no avail, he adds:]

And you?

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

[She doesn't even stare into his drink out of curiosity, but simply waits in patient and still silence until Chekov asks another question.]

Yin.

[hexuality]

[She watches him go, hands on her hips and a low, impressed whistle. Well. She's never really done something like this before but no better time to start than now in the last days of summer.]

Nicely done! Now budge over!

[She looks over to make sure he's clear, then jumps as well, not nearly as graceful but better than expected—she knows enough about aerodynamics to streamline her body against the wind and she manages not to bellyflop. That's a win in her book.]

[candothat]

That is an old kazaky dance. I am no Cossack--and no dancer.

I like it, yes, thank you. Kirk is good with parties. Even at home, he tries to ensure that all crewmembers have their birthdays celebrated, if such a celebration is a part of their culture.

Dusk

[candothat]

It is good to meet you, Yin.

Have I done something to bother you?

[lefthandedgenius]

Good. [She's unable to resist reaching out and letting her fingers rake gently through his curls while grinning at him. Just once, and then her hand is firmly back in her lap.

Anything I can do to make your birthday better? [It's an innocuous question, but it could definitely go wrong in some ways. Or anything I can get anyone else to do to make it better?

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

[She doesn't return the usual, polite greeting. It's unnecessary. However, her expression might look a shade confused versus simply emotionless.]

No.

[candothat]

[Every so often, Pavel doesn't feel like a part of this crowd himself. Usually only when he drinks too much or dwells on certain topics, which is why he tries to drink and dwell as seldom as possible. The universe is a vast and indifferent place, and intelligent lifeforms live such limited and tenuous existences within it. It's difficult to bounce around and enjoy life when doing so involves ignoring the individual's rightful place in the universe. But those feeling pass, or are pushed so far away that they only visit under certain circumstances.]

I will hope not, too. I have heard of these things--dreamcatchers. The ones at home only work for children who believe that do.

Dusk

[candothat]

Good, thank you. I thought that-- [He doesn't know what he thought, so he shrugs.] Nothing important.

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

It was important enough you thanked me.

[Yep. Still confused. Not that her expression looks terribly different from five minutes ago. And Chekov might not know it, but any of her teammates might be surprised at her point, that she even said it at all, and that she observed it. Maybe she's actually trying to make a conversation. For once. Maybe.]

[hexuality]

I had nothing to do with this.

[She just sent a text to Jim telling him something she is positive he already knew. She pushes at his hand, grinning, guessing that he may have had something to drink. Maybe several somethings.]

But your gift's on the table.

[daggers]

[ They're definitely getting a place. And now that she's broken the news to Scott and Isaac, it's closer to becoming a reality. ]

I had a feeling you were going to throw a party for that.

[ She turns back to Julie. ]

To which you are definitely invited. Of course.

[skintoskin]

No. Don't live near a beach. At all. Is it hard?

[He sees the glare and raises you one eyebrow. Is this guy really going to worry about his swearing?]

[candothat]

[He leans ever so slightly into her touch like a house cat. Oddly enough, her offer doesn't bring anything lewd to mind.]

No, but thank you. This has been a good party--the best I have been to.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Whether it's his leaning in or his declaration that makes her smile isn't clear.]

Oh, that sounds like a challenge. I'll have to throw another party sometime and make it even better than Scott's or yours. The housewarming Allison and I are going to have will be too small.