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Who: James T. Kirk & anyone!
What: A few open prompts, feat. the fog, Kirk's journal, his growing beard, etc.
When: Month of April
Where: Milton, mostly outside and the Community Hall

Content Warnings: None for the moment, but will edit if need be.

— the fog
— downtime at the community hall

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[ Strong works. Strong is great right now, because Jim's pretty sure he couldn't stand on his own right now. What strength he has left, though, he uses to cling to the man's shoulders, doing his best to put one foot in front of the other so he's just not a useless weight for the other guy to carry on his own.

And yes, he's absolutely fine with going to the Community Hall, regardless of where his original destination was. Anywhere that he isn't breathless and nearly passing out will work out great for him.

So, he nods and lets the man lead the way, keeping up next to him to the best of his ability. He might just stumble here or there, the snow slowing him down more than he'd like and the fog making it hard for him to see much of anything in his path, but at least he doesn't fall flat on his face or bring the guy down with him.

He does all but collapse against the door to the Community Hall as soon as they get there, gasping for breath at this point. As soon as Lalo gets that door open, Jim is going to fall on his ass. ]

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[ Lalo stops to fan himself with a hand the second they make their way into the Community Hall, only to immediately laugh out loud when he sees Jim fall flat on his ass.

He does appreciate, at least, that Jim tried to carry his own weight as much as he could. It's respectable. The kind of thing that makes a good first impression, at least on Lalo.

But the sight in front of him is still hilarious. ]

Easy, now. [ Lalo is still laughing, despite the gasping for breath. He takes off his coat and his scarf while he watches Jim on the floor, amusedly, but he does drop down and kneel next to Jim, watching him to see if the gasping improves. ]

You gonna be okay, man? I can help lift to a couch if you want! [ He does, of course, wait to see if the gasping improves before expecting an answer. ]

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[ He's struggling a little once they're inside, but for the most part, he feels relief. He can draw a breath without feeling it like he's been shot in the chest (he would know), he just needs a moment to recover from the effort he's had to make out there to get here.

Lalo's laughter draws his attention, though, and it ends up getting a chuckle from him, even though it dissolves into a bit of coughing. And yes, he's still with his back to the floor through all that. ]

I think I can manage that.

[ His voice is a little rough and he's still coughing occasionally, but at least he's not struggling for air anymore. He sits up, a bit more of a struggle to get to his feet, but he manages that too, leaning against the nearest wall for support. ]

Well. Let's never do that again.

sorry for the delay!! and sorry for no html, on phone...

[salamanca]

[ Lalo feels a level of relief he wasn't expecting when Kirk seems to be able to get his bearings. Truthfully, Lalo's impressed by how well he's able to handle himself after almost dying like that. His kind of guy, in Lalo's estimation. Lalo loves people with no sense of self-preservation who push themselves past their limits.

He laughs out loud at Kirk's joke. ]

Too bad. I was going to pencil us in for Tuesday.

[ Wink!!! ;)

Lalo reaches out to guide Kirk away from the wall, gently escorting him to one of the couches. ]

I'll get you something to drink. Here. Sit. My name is Lalo, by the way. It's my pleasure to meet you.

no problem!

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[ That gets a laugh from Jim, which naturally makes it all the harder for him to breathe again. He winces and starts coughing again, holding a hand up to Lalo. Could you please not. ]

Very— funny, pal.

[ He'll take the help, though, leaning a little on Lalo as he's guided to the nearest couch. He sits with some relief, already working to take off some of his outer layers, still damp from the fog. ]

Jim. Believe me, feeling's mutual.

[salamanca]

[ Lalo is delighted by that reaction, pleased Jim thinks he's funny, even if it does result in Jim wheezing. But he stops, letting Jim catch his breath.

Once Jim is settled, Lalo will fetch him a cup of water. Lalo isn't really the "nursemaid" type, to say the least, but he's taken care of Tuco after enough benders to at least be able to do this much. And unlike Tuco, Lalo isn't worried that Jim is immediately going to try to get back up to do something else stupid.

Then he drops onto the couch beside Jim, and feels his body sag into the couch with a soft, "Whew!" The muscles are surprisingly achy. Lalo's not used to that. He's used to doing whatever he wants without much physical consequences.

He turns to Jim a friendly smile. ]

I don't think I've seen you around before, Jim. So! What's your story?

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[ Right now, he would have very much welcomed something other than water, but he won't turn away the gesture. It's helpful and kind, and in a survival scenario, that's a really good sign. He wouldn't have been surprised if this whole place ended up being more of an 'every man for himself' kind of deal.

Thankfully it isn't. Jim wouldn't have lasted a week on his own.

Scarf, gloves and thick coat are all resting by the edge of the couch, and he looks visibly less breathless. Still, his voice is a bit rough as he takes the water. ]

Thanks.

[ He takes a small, careful sip, then another, and finally a more decent gulp. Careful, so he won't choke on it and start coughing again. ]

Well— [ He sighs, thinking about where to even start. ] I'm from mid-23rd century, I was born on a starship and I've lived the vast majority of my life aboard one ship or another. I'm a Captain now. Or, you know— I was, before I came here. That... tends to consume most of my time, so I guess that was mostly what my life was.

[salamanca]

[ Lalo rests next to him on the couch, breathing in and out. Now that they're sitting, he can rest more easily. He glances over at Jim, listening intently, not bothering to hide his surprise... and delight. ]

Twenty-third... century? [ Lalo's eyes light up. He sits bolt upright. A starship captain? ] Like on TV!

[ He grins. ]

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[ Like on TV. Okay, Jim knows that reference, at least. It's a first here, but it gets a smile from him. ]

Yeah, like that. Except— you know, it's real life.

[ Even if he is handsome enough to be an actor, he knows. ]