hischair: (chewed out.)
Captain KIRK / ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴛ.— ([personal profile] hischair) wrote in [community profile] tampered2013-12-27 02:04 pm

if i forgot who i am, would you please remind me

When: 26th onward.
Where: All over the City.
Rating: PG13 for angst/language/pissed off Jim, probably.
Characters: Treks, Pitch Black & others TBA.
Summary: Spock's departure.

Crew Orders: Uhura | Bones | Sulu | Chekov
CO Notif: Janeway

26th, Underground Search » closed to Pitch Black (from x)

28th, Absence » closed to Bones

29th-31st, City Labs » OTA
rideofthefearlings: (survive not judgment that requires him)

[personal profile] rideofthefearlings 2013-12-27 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The lights continue to make a trail like static yellow will o' wisps, lighting one section at a time. The underground station is actually quite large, perhaps intended to be more of a central stop than a mere way point in its day. The glows from the light -- always come on past Pitch, so that he never has to stand in front of it -- illuminate a surprising amount of attention to architecture and colour that has, in some spots, been wiped clear of dust and age. The fact that the lights work at all, even in this odd configuration, is proof enough that Pitch has been doing more down here than just inhabiting its shadows.

He makes an amused noise in the back of his throat when Jim finally speaks, glancing sidelong and down by several inches. ]


It is a sorry enough state down here without you stumbling around and knocking things over, yelling enough to shake the glass from its holdings.

[ One slim hand points upwards toward a pane of decorative glass high overhead though which dim moonlight filters. Of course that's only a small portion of his true reasoning here, though it's not a lie... it merely sounds better than telling the man that his presence bred fear from fear, and Pitch was enjoying it quite a lot. ]

And admirable intentions to locate your officer aside, you should not go rushing headlong into places where things hide.
rideofthefearlings: (for deliberate shedder of man's blood)

[personal profile] rideofthefearlings 2013-12-28 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pitch appreciates beauty when it also has function. They continue the path for another few moments until finally he turns, this time not stepping out of the lightglow, letting Jim see exactly the find of pointed look he's wearing, punctuated by eyes as gold as the halogen. ]

Why are you down here, Captain? And don't say you're only looking for your officer as we both know--

[ a taste. a feeling. a sense. yes, that fear there. ]

--you've reached the conclusion he's not down here in the tunnels with the rest of us shades.