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Captain KIRK / ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴛ.— ([personal profile] hischair) wrote in [community profile] tampered 2013-10-31 09:44 pm (UTC)

Misery Square

[ After the month Jim's crew have been through, he hasn't bothered to dress up for the occasion at all. He's looking far smarter than he has for the past four weeks, having donned the jacket Bones gifted him once they made up after a stupid fight, but the scent of aftershave has rubbed off under the scouring whiskey-breath he picked up at a bar with his best friend not hours ago. The sky is a lot darker now, though. The City looks less festive than incredibly fucking suspicious and he's glad for habitually bringing his private comm and phaser along just in case those creepyass jack o'lanterns decide to pull anything funny.

It's not that he begrudges anyone else a good time, but it's pretty difficult to lighten up when you're all too aware your crew narrowly avoided getting eaten alive not a week ago.

Hands shoved in his pockets as he wanders around to take in the sights, he doesn't ingest a thing on offer. If he does then it'll be from the bars a few streets over where a small contingent of the populace appear to be thoroughly sick and tired of the 2spooky theme, still licking their (literal, in some cases) wounds. He doesn't mind being the security detail for the evening, really. Anyone who approaches him will find a smile hitched up and sent their way, along with sincere well-wishes for a good time.

Anything for a quiet life tonight. ]

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