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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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[medicos]

[ bones digs his own beer in the sand. ]

Goddamn manchild. You know what's gonna happen if you break that neck? Bedrest. For weeks. Forever if I'm having my way.

[ extends his hands and makes come here motions. ]

[hischair]

[ Nuh uh. Starting to scurry-hop away like a jackrabbit, there's a lot of water being kicked up in his wake. ]

Can't heal what you can't catch, old man.

[medicos]

You sure you wanna test that theory? I've had practice.

[ FUCKING RUN, ASSHOLE. ]

[hischair]

[ aaahHHHHH SHIT. Jim doesn't bother replying beyond laughing over a shoulder as he races ahead only to veer into the sea and throw a tide of water wildly around in the hopes of hitting his foe. ]

[medicos]

[ so much for a romantic stroll in the beach at night.

but he's not fazed, not even by the water splashing all round him. he only returns the favour and hopes he makes tides of water big enough to hit the back of that stupid, stupid head. ]

[hischair]

[ This is true romance, make no mistake. Trying to drown each other is clearly cause for no concern whatsoever, especially when Jim yelps and gets a mouthful of saltwater, spitting it out in Bones' direction. ]

Shit, it's cold!

[ More so with it being night. Sodden and dripping, he sloshes his way over and tries to push him on his back. ]

[medicos]

[ he'd laugh, honestly, but he's much more interested in tackling and wrestling jim in the water so, you know, if one of them falls the other immediately follows. clearly, these are good life choices. ]

[hischair]

[ No, this is, no, he is the captain!! Mutinyyy. Kicking at a pair of legs is half-hearted but done as he drops onto his side snickering, trying to huff and puff his way into dragging Bones down into the sloppy sand too. This is about honor! And getting him just as mucky. ]

[medicos]

[ Oh shit, oh shit!

there's not much gracefulness in the way bones just falls down on the sand, half his weight on jim and limbs tangling in the water, and it's honestly incredibly homoerotic from a distance. they can only hope that no one's taking a picture. ]

Goddammit, Jim! [ he spits out saltwater, making a face at the taste. ] You just had to be a kid about it!

[hischair]

[ Grimacing as he turns his head away from that spitting, he paws a hand on the side of a face and gives him a shove. Look at all this gay rolling around, he bets he never did this where Spock Prime comes from. Not once! ]

I won, you mean.

[medicos]

[ kicking water and sand to jim's face with surprising accuracy. ]

What's that, Jim? I can't hear you.

[hischair]

You fucking bastard —

[ Spitting and shaking his head like a dog is about all he can manage. For a few moments, that is, and then he yells as he barrels into him to redeliver the same treatment. ]

[medicos]

[ bones laughs quietly to himself while jim tries to get the taste of sand off his mouth, but had to close it quick so he doesn't get any. saltwater already tastes disgusting, man, he doesn't need to know what sand would taste like mixed in with that.

he tries to push jim off but ends up on his back ( jim, you need to lose all that tummy weight, really ), so he does the next best thing and pulls him down with him.

if he's going down, then so are you !! ]

[hischair]

[ What tummy, he doesn't have a tummy, you wanna fuckin go?? Cursing when he drops like a stone, he smacks a hand against Bones' back. ]

Stop, stop! Truce!

[medicos]

You say truce. I say I won.

[ but fine. fine, if you're gonna be like that. ]

Get off me before I drown, dumbass. You still don't know CPR.

[hischair]

You're the idiot who pulled me down.

[ Grousing, Jim rolls onto his back and spreads his arms, panting to catch his breath. It's nice here, aching with new bruises and a sky of stars above (even a fake one). His head falls sideways to stare. ]

We'll all get shore leave after this, I promise.

[medicos]

[ snorting. ]

Nah, when you get back, you'd be in rehab to get some muscle back in that flimsy body of yours, kid. Meanwhile, I go straight back to your crazy five-year escapade trying to keep myself sane while you're basically running around without a leash. No shore leave whatsoever.

[ bones lies on his stomach right beside him, toes digging on sand. ]

What did you get the kid?

[hischair]

Just something. [ Frowning, Jim leans up on a bent arm. Fingers poke at the sand which surrounds them, the waves washing away their own footprints and any trace of another soul, the closest nearby being way back at the bonfire. ] I don't like the idea of us going back to separate times. I don't want to forget any of this.

[medicos]

Always need someone to spell things out for you, don't you? We'll just make new ones, Jim. S'not that hard. [ lips curve into a crooked little smirk. ] If you take me to Italy, we can do this again.

[hischair]

I won't even remember that I said that though, will I?

[ Sitting up turns him into a slouched child, scuffed in wet sand and bearing more evidence of where he is than anything he could have faked to hold onto it. That's a little scary, that he wants to. ]

[medicos]

Probably not, but you're you, and I'm me. This conversation will pop up again, just like everything else that we've talked about.

[ jim, why is bones the one applying logic to this conversation? ]

[hischair]

[ Because the captain is upset. And sulking. And was very happy until five minutes ago. ]

Maybe.

[ On impulse, after a momentary pause, he swivels his head to say something which sticks in his throat. ]

I'm sorry I haven't gotten us home already.

[medicos]

There's no 'maybe' in it.

[ he pulls at jim's arm to get him on his back again. ]

No one's expecting you to perform miracles over and over again, Jim.

[ sure, he'd like to go home, they all do, but they could be in worse places. at the end of the day, he's got jim as alive and well as ever, and that's pretty much all that matters to him. jim is trying his best to get them all home, and there's nothing more that bones can ask of him than he's able to give. ]

[hischair]

I wish I could. [ He would in a heartbeat if it got them home. ] Or at least send Khan away.

[medicos]

[ a beat. ]

You could always stick him in a freezer. Think you can make one that's big enough?