// 022 // ▰ [ action ] > backdated to christmas

[canyonsiniowa]

[ Kirk is sitting out on the porch of House 7. A cup of hot cocoa in his hands, he's staring out over the snowy ground. He has been sitting outside for awhile now. Occasionally he'll take a drink of his cocoa, but otherwise he just stares out over scenery.

The Christmas Blues have him. ]

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[perplex_me]

[See Roxas walk. See Roxas walking around with his hood up of his Organization coat. He doesn't really like wearing it, but it's warm and he's cold. So yeah, he's just cutting through house 7's lawn...]

[canyonsiniowa]

You know, kid, if I was an old man? I'd be saying something like 'Get the hell off my lawn.' Complete with shaking my cane and wings fluttering.

[perplex_me]

It's hard picturing you with a cane though. Don't make me picture it again, 'kay?

[canyonsiniowa]

If it was hard the first time, you shouldn't put the mental effort into it.

[smoking_space]

[Doesn't matter too much why Cid's out there, though he is coming from the direction of town. But you - you're not supposed to sit out on a porch like an old cat lady.]

[Cid wanders over and leans against one of the porch support posts. He's actually not smoking this time, though he's got 'em.] So what's eatin' you?

[canyonsiniowa]

[ JUST FOR YOU, KIRK WILL GET YOU A STUFFED CAT, CID. ]

Oh, come on. I don't look that gloomy.

[smoking_space]

[It'd likely be non-surgically taken apart and go for kindling.]

Yer lookin' out over the trees like you wouldn't notice if a goddamn meteor'd fall and hit you. [Oh come on Cid, not like you haven't done that plenty.]

[canyonsiniowa]

[ ... D: Is that how you treat all your stuffed creatures? ]

I probably wouldn't.

[canyonsiniowa]

Hey! [ IT'S THE GUY WITH ALL THE COOL OLD STUFF. ] How are you?

[canyonsiniowa]

Same here.

[canyonsiniowa]

Cadet. [ A friendly nod and a raise of the cocoa cup. ]

[canyonsiniowa]

[ Shrugs. ] Guess so.

[lt_linguist]

[Here comes Uhura, poking her head out the door to see where you got to. She's got lots and lots of layers on, maybe more than necessary, but it's really cold here for someone who grew up in Africa. In one hand, she has a mug of that hot cocoa and there's a somewhat oddly-shaped package tucked under her arm that Jim might notice as she sits down next to him.

There is a mostly-comfortable silence for several minutes before she says anything.]

Permission to speak freely, Captain?

[canyonsiniowa]

Permission granted. I'm not in stripes today, Uhura. Kirk is fine.

[ He glances at the package then looks back out over the snow with a sniff. ]

[lt_linguist]

[She nods slightly, still trying to think of how to say this.]

You're doing a good job, you know. And if anyone can think of a weird and probably very dangerous way of getting out of here, it's you.

[She pauses a moment, turning the package over in her hands.]

Being so down isn't very good for crew morale, though. I'm sure you have your reasons, God knows just being here is enough to put a damper on anyone's cheerfulness. But, well. Here. [She offers him the package.] Merry Christmas.

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[canyonsiniowa]

[ Kirk goes to explain himself but stops when she offers him the package. He blinks a few times then takes it, glancing up at her before going to open it. ]