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exsiliumlogs2013-06-13 09:54 pm
pilot) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-13 09:54 pm
( closed ) if you show up already told off this is what you say
Date & Time: Today.
Location: Spaceship!!!! and hospital :C
Characters: han + jim + cockblock (also known as bones)
Summary: Han Solo and Jim Kirk go on a date. Fanboys squee and die. And then Jim ruins it.
A. The date.
[ Han had managed to hole up in his room when he wasn't out drinking. Planetbound. With no way to pay off his debt. Apparently, out of Jabba's reach, which was the only good thing in this entire mess. And no way to contact anyone.
He had been in worse conditions before, but not by much.
His disinterest for anything was such that he had almost ignored Jim's message. But Jim had said the magic words and here is Han, hoping the ship can be salvaged. He would try his luck on any other planet. Or use it to drop the infected bodies in United Earth lands. Whichever worked. ]
She's no Falcon. [ He observes the ship critically. His ship's beat up junk exterior remains the beautiful sight in any universe. But— ] She'll do.
B.The morning after 2 hours later.
[ Han hates his life. He doesn't remember this enough. But every once in a while, something reminds him.
Like the fact that he's now almost carrying the man that threw up on him. ]
One foot in front of the other, huh? Help me out here.
[ He really hates his life. ]
Location: Spaceship!!!! and hospital :C
Characters: han + jim + cockblock (also known as bones)
Summary: Han Solo and Jim Kirk go on a date. Fanboys squee and die. And then Jim ruins it.
A. The date.
[ Han had managed to hole up in his room when he wasn't out drinking. Planetbound. With no way to pay off his debt. Apparently, out of Jabba's reach, which was the only good thing in this entire mess. And no way to contact anyone.
He had been in worse conditions before, but not by much.
His disinterest for anything was such that he had almost ignored Jim's message. But Jim had said the magic words and here is Han, hoping the ship can be salvaged. He would try his luck on any other planet. Or use it to drop the infected bodies in United Earth lands. Whichever worked. ]
She's no Falcon. [ He observes the ship critically. His ship's beat up junk exterior remains the beautiful sight in any universe. But— ] She'll do.
B.
[ Han hates his life. He doesn't remember this enough. But every once in a while, something reminds him.
Like the fact that he's now almost carrying the man that threw up on him. ]
One foot in front of the other, huh? Help me out here.
[ He really hates his life. ]
B;
But that was the problem with his judgement calls lately, they'd landed him nowhere but here. He was fully aware he'd been ill, but it had been a slow burn, the kind that should have taken care of itself- but was just stubborn. The kind that when it wasn't being given any attention to- stopped being a simple problem.
But he'd felt- Fine enough for this. Denial was almost second nature, didn't require anything more than instinct to go through the motions. Could deny it right up until he'd coughed himself into emptying the contents of his stomach, into feeling like he's living underwater, everything too heavy, to dizzy and too dim.
He can still taste the blood from his lungs on the tip of his tongue]
You shouldn't- [He leaves it there, coughs instead. It gets more than enough of the point across]
no subject
[ Despite the complaints, he shifts his grip on Jim so Han bears most of his weight. He continues blithely in an effort to keep the atmosphere light. ]
To think somewhere in some corner of the galaxy they're throwing a party to celebrate you can't talk. We ought to throw one of our own from quarantine.