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[chairismine]

WHO: James Kirk; open
LOCATION: Slytherin common room
WEEK: 55
TIME: Saturday evening
WHAT: Some R&R in between fighting off nightmares and boggarts
RATING: PG? idk. If it gets any higher, say so in the comments

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[chairisinpark]

Sulu had wound up at the Slytherin dorm somehow. Magic. Or Flora. Nevertheless, he was sitting up on a camp bed, looking a little worse for wear with bruises and scrapes covering his body, and frowning at his cup of what could possibly be tea, but he had no idea because it was too hot to drink and he'd screamed his throat raw.

He was too keyed up to sleep, so he got to sit cross-legged on the bed that he'd shoved against the wall and try very hard not to think about what it meant that that was his greatest fear. A flyer scared of falling. It was more complex than that, if he was honest with himself, but he wasn't thinking of more than that. He was thinking about how could he ever be an effective pilot, or Quidditch player, or anything, if he was afraid of something like that

[chainedlotus]

Ren blinked at Sulu stating they spoke before. When was that? Ren only knew of him because he recognized him to be on one of the Quidditch teams so, when have they spoken before? Just took a brief glance at Cree before he remembered. “Oh right. The strawberries.” So this was the guy who asked Cree out. Not much to compare him to her ex but, that was likely a good thing.

Taking a sip of the tea he now acquired, he grimaced a bit at the taste. He never would get used to drinking English style tea. “Are you just saying we should hang out because we’re both friends with you?” Ren gave Cree an accusing look. He already tried that once when he met Rail. It didn’t work that well.

[chairisinpark]

Sulu could have thrown himself out the window. He ran through a silent string of Spanish swears, wishing Ren had said anything but that. How was this his life right now?

"Yeah, that." Sulu said quietly, or more quietly than his already hoarse whispers had been coming out, wondering if he should tack on a thank you, or whether to just leave that out. He glanced sideways at Cree, as if to ascertain her reaction. "Good to meet you formally...uh, you know."

[wantyoursong]

"Strawberries?" That pulled Cree right out of her coffee-induced joy, eyes really lighting up like a Christmas tree at the mention of them. Oh, right. Ren offering a little advice? She didn't care. Best to learn off someone who know what to do, right?

"Exactly~" Cree sang, enjoying the sweet vibrations of being able to use her voice again as she answered Ren's question, grinning happily at him. Accusing look? She couldn't help how her foster brother acted. He was his own man.

Why were they both looking at her now? She glanced back at Sulu, blinking. "What is it? Is there something on my face?"

[chainedlotus]

It wasn’t a big deal to Ren either talking about the strawberries. Him and Cree were history and he was willing to lend a hand to those who need help in trying to date her. He had a lot more advice for the second and third date if Sulu wanted to ask him about it.

“Don’t worry, it’s not your face. Just might wanna re-do the dye job. The blue is starting to fade,” Ren shrugged, “Go back to drinking your coffee, Cree.” She always was insisting that her friends meet so it could be one big happy group but, sadly, never that easy.

Maybe advice for second date to Sulu would be to warn her about her foster brother.

[chairisinpark]

Sulu probably wouldn't ask. It wasn't anything against Ren, it was just...felt like cheating, somehow. Like getting cribbed notes for a book you were supposed to read for class.

"Nah, your face is fine." Sulu tugged gently on a lock of her hair, offering her the first thing even remotely like a smile he'd managed all day, before his eyes flicked to Ren appraisingly.

[wantyoursong]

Cree took another sip of her coffee, as Ren had instructed. "Yes, brother dear. And I know. Just gotta owl the creep back home to send me some." She liked when her friends hung out. It made things so much easier when she could hang out with everyone at once. As friendly and outgoing as she could be, Cree really enjoyed just keeping to a small group of people.

At the tug of hair, Cree looked at Sulu, giving him a small grin at the smile. "Good to know. It's going to be my money maker someday," she joked before shrugging.

[chainedlotus]

If Sulu was looking up at him to silently ask him if it was okay to play with Cree’s hair, he was barking up the wrong tree. Ren didn’t even notice the exchange nor did he care. Like Cree said, they were more like brother and sister and he wasn’t the crazy over protective brother like Rail was. “Which creep? Mother bear or the traitor?” He asked because it really was an honest question. When she said creep, he assumed the ex but, he didn’t think she would keep in contact with him.

“Dummy,” He rolled his eyes slightly before ruffling his hand through that mop of blue hair, “Your voice is your money maker. Your face will just determine if you’re getting overpaid or not.”

[chairisinpark]

Sulu looked up from his tea. He dropped his hand from his face; poking at his injuries wasn't going to help anything. Bones looked like hell, and Sulu thought about asking what had happened to him for about half a second before abandoning the thought.

"Hey, Bones." Sulu's voice came out hoarse, barely more than a whisper. This was what came of screaming for hours on end. He tried to offer a smile, but his facial muscles...didn't quite work that way just yet. Sulu probably looked terrible himself, despite the few attempts he'd made to fix himself up a bit, look less like some sort of grief-stricken refugee and more like himself. Probably a lost cause; he didn't even feel like himself.