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do_it_in_three

OOC: Prompt Table

Jul 09, 2017 16:55

...This is epic and I love it. Stolen from willrevile. No idea how much will actually be done, Christ.

( Rains made mirrors of the Earth, the Sun was just yellow energy )

prompt table, ooc, holy fuck wtf am i thinking

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66. Rain do_it_in_three July 12 2009, 06:35:41 UTC

He belonged on his ship, not huddled in a cave. Not stuck on a planet that was almost inhospitable. Jim was freezing, standing at the mouth of the cave, staring out into what looked like a solid wall of water. It was like being stuck on the wrong side of a waterfall, unable to escape for fear of drowning.

"Jim."

Turning, uncrossing his arms, the captain peered back at what was left of his landing party, huddled around a small fire. Bones stood from his place in the circle. "You all right?"

Jim hesitated a moment, turning back to look out at the blurred landscape again, blinking blue eyes. An ion storm was disrupting channels with the Enterprise, and a group of the tribal quadrupeds that inhabited this planet had been hunting them for the past few hours. They didn't know when the storm would stop, and they didn't know when they'd be found. They had no rations. Two ensigns were dead, one when their hosts decided they were wielders of dark magic, one on the chase through rocky terrain that the quadrupeds were much better adapted to ( ... )

64. Fall do_it_in_three July 12 2009, 08:55:56 UTC

It was summer back on Earth, but the leaves, strangely shaped though they were, had already begun to change colors here. The wind picked up, pulling them down as the landing party moved through the forest, creating a slow sweeping cascade that none of them particularly wanted to ignore. Jim glanced toward Spock, studying his tricorder, then to Bones, who looked like he was enjoying being planetside and was trying to hide it under business. A smile tugged at the corner of the captain's mouth before he pushed it down ( ... )

88. School do_it_in_three July 13 2009, 03:15:55 UTC

Jim Kirk at seventeen was not a fan of anything having to do with his public high school. Classes were filled with material he had not held interest in for years. Every day, he left his step-father's house late, if at all; some days, Frank was content to ignore his wife's son, and take care of himself. That had been the case for most of the last six or seven years. Jim never knew the cause of those other days, never knew if it was some action he had done to upset his step-father, or if it was simply Frank's pent up frustration at having a wife constantly off planet to further her career while his stagnated and suffered, at having a step-son who was clearly smarter than him and never hesitated to point that fact out ( ... )