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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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[hischair]

It's on the hour, that means it's my turn! [ Like a walking mountain of tanned skin and sun-bleached floppy hair (he really needs to get that cut) Jim sidles in and parts the human sea with more personality than force as he takes over the barbecue in front of Janeway. Someone coordinated their blue shorts with equally blue eyes and is covered in sand up to his knees where he's been building sandcastles with Spock, and he could probably do with another layer of sun-screen before Bones has fits. Nevertheless, he's in wonderful spirits. ] We all agreed! Shut up, shut up, thirty-minute intervals for cooks!

[ Glancing up when a flash of peach catches his eye, he sends her a broad grin. ]

Kathryn. What can I get you? [ He raises his brows and half-bows. ] I've been watching the whole menu like a hawk, it's cooked to perfection.

[directives]

[ to her credit, kathryn doesn't so much as bat an eyelash. oh yes, she remembers everything from those two days she was cursed. a lesser person would've been mortified, but kathryn is merely annoyed with herself, along with feeling a tad bit more spiteful towards the bigwigs upstairs for making her live through a point in her life before her father died. she was a much happier person back then, and she isn't too appreciative of that reminder. perhaps it's cheating to deploy a tactical poker face during a personal situation, but a captain's skill do come in handy for more than commanding a starship. ]

I didn't realize culinary expert was on your resume. [ not that she can talk if it is. most people don't know ballet is somewhere on hers. ] You know, it's been a long time since I've had a decent shish kabob. [ one that wasn't full of what the delta quadrant had to offer, anyway. ]

[hischair]

[ Katie and Kathryn are (mercifully) two entirely different women in his mind, so there's no embarrassment hanging over his head from the rampant flirting they did. If anything, Jim falls into an easy-going humor. ]

Please, I'm a pro at ... this. [ Ignore the fact he just nudged a sausage between the grills to die a cruel death on the coals. Oops. ] Like I said, a pro. Shish kabob, wasn't it?

[ He stabs some of the bronzed vegetables on a long metal spit, hesitating when it comes to the meat and glancing up. ]

Any preferences?

[directives]

Something with meat from an animal whose name I can actually pronounce.

[ after neelix showed her a holoimage of one of the beasts he was roasting that day, she promptly ordered him to just refrain from telling her (nevermind showing her) what she was eating. it would go down easier that way, and lord knows getting her to eat some days was a miracle in and of itself. otherwise, she'd be on the coffee diet 24/7. ]