a: sexatorium- NSFW [ Well, this place certainly made it easy to figure out what it wanted you to do with your time here. He had come here by accident more than agreement, but he had the feeling that whoever ran this place was not going to waste this surprise opportunity. As far as things he had been asked to do, this wasn't exactly the worst in a long time. Not by a long shot.
He walked the halls, and would have felt more perverted if he hadn't known this place had been created just for the purpose of watching. And there was much to see, some he had never seen before. Some he had done before. Others not. It was... intriguing and arousing to say the least, but that was the point, wasn't it? Now and then he would stop to consider certain tableaus, like considering a painting in a museum and doing his best to control the heat in his groin because of it.
At one point he somehow finds himself drawn into the trivia game. Which - okay, it's fun. He can't help but smile and throw himself full into the game, even if some of the questions are so outlandish that he knows he has no chance of probably winning. But that's not the point is it? Each time he misses a question he makes a show of discarding his clothing - a strip tease if you will, and he makes damn sure to try and catch the "audiences'" eye while he does it, maybe even tosses a bit of clothing their way too. Just wait til he gets to his underwear...
Accidents go both ways though. He honestly had thought he'd headed outside when he had pushed through the door, even if he hadn't thought that the building had been that close to the jungles he had seen beyond. But spaces were deceiving, no? Hot and deceiving, as it was. The kind of hot that made his skin prickle and his hips throb and his mind pulse with the hazy fog he knew to be arousal and need.
It was probably why he didn't really notice the window or the display he was putting on for others - either didn't know or didn't care. Half dressed, pants discarded in order to free his erection, on his knees and thrusting back and forth, practically rutting. Not into someone though. Plants - it was the plants. Wrapped around waist and thighs and his cock, a tendril sliding down between his cheeks and into the warm space between. His fingers dug into the earth, head bowed and thrown back in equal measure as the plants had their way with him. It really was the sort of situation he would get himself into, a classic Jim Kirk as he was sure his team would have made fun of him for.
Do you watch or do you save him? Both? ]
b: beach [ Sunshine! Sunshine and fresh air and no looming threat of the Marsiva beyond the blue of the sky. And no werewolves to give him a hard time about the tiny blue swimsuit he had chosen - because of course he did. But, all right, he kind of missed their nagging about colors. Ridiculous.
He certainly wasn't afraid to show off his body in those tiny shorts and the tattoo the adorned his left ribcage. He's happy enough to sun himself for a time, usually with a book in hand for reading because lying still and doing nothing had never been his style. Mostly he can be found out in the water, wading through the shallow or further out ducking and diving among the waves.
And if you catch it at just the right moment, he'll be heading back to shore, slicking his hair back, like a scene out of a movie with the water glittering behind him and eyes blue enough to match. Did he just wink at you? Probably. Smiled too.
Eat your heart out David Hasselhoff. ]
c: arcade [ When was the last time he had been in an arcade? The Enterprise had games of this sort was entertainment for the crew - because Star Fleet recognized that some recreation was necessary to keep its officers from going completely insane in space. There had been quite a selection there, even less in the Fleet, but this... this was nostalgia and he found his heart aching because of it. Aching and thrilled.
He takes to one of the old arcade blasters at first, laughing as horribly designed aliens popped up for blasting. When he tired of that, he went to pinball and skiball, wondering if he achieved that sort of nerdy badboy look in his jeans and white shirt with his Star Fleet issue jacket over it all.
And of course there's the prize counter. Because oh so many choices. Does he have enough for that dildo...? ]
d: the lounge [ Kirk is not one to approve of drowning one's problems in alcohol, but he definitely feels he is allowed just a little bit of that given the circumstances. Because of course he would fall through a wormhole and not end up somewhere anywhere close to home, but seemingly further away. And as fun as this place was, he couldn't help but seek the comfort of a good stiff drink.
He makes himself at home, either at the bar nursing a drink - usually something close to as scotch because beer was unacceptable for this sort of scenario, not nearly strong enough. He could be found at the pool table as well, considering the green cloth, bending close over the table to make his shots. He wasn't intentionally showing off his ass in those particular jeans, but, well, what can you do? He would welcome a challenger, at any rate. ]
e: wildcard him! [ Open to all of your Zhautus dreamy delights! Feel free to ping me via DM on this journal or contact me via inkedhymnal and let's get our sexy on ~ ]
[ ooc: This Jim Kirk has memories from another game: Drift Fleet. He's been there for about three years and also has another Kirk there with him, so he is not surprised by the twin factor. Of course feel free to mistake him for the Kirk currently in game or any other doppleganger shenanigans! As a side note, Jim does have two tattoos - one on his right forearm, that are the universal coordinates for earth, and one down the left side of his ribs. He will be up for pretty much anything, as an fyi - has that in common with his in-game twin at least ;) ]
Jim Kirk | Star Trek AOS | CR AU: DRIFT FLEET | OTA - NSFW PRESENT
[ Well, this place certainly made it easy to figure out what it wanted you to do with your time here. He had come here by accident more than agreement, but he had the feeling that whoever ran this place was not going to waste this surprise opportunity. As far as things he had been asked to do, this wasn't exactly the worst in a long time. Not by a long shot.
He walked the halls, and would have felt more perverted if he hadn't known this place had been created just for the purpose of watching. And there was much to see, some he had never seen before. Some he had done before. Others not. It was... intriguing and arousing to say the least, but that was the point, wasn't it? Now and then he would stop to consider certain tableaus, like considering a painting in a museum and doing his best to control the heat in his groin because of it.
At one point he somehow finds himself drawn into the trivia game. Which - okay, it's fun. He can't help but smile and throw himself full into the game, even if some of the questions are so outlandish that he knows he has no chance of probably winning. But that's not the point is it? Each time he misses a question he makes a show of discarding his clothing - a strip tease if you will, and he makes damn sure to try and catch the "audiences'" eye while he does it, maybe even tosses a bit of clothing their way too. Just wait til he gets to his underwear...
Accidents go both ways though. He honestly had thought he'd headed outside when he had pushed through the door, even if he hadn't thought that the building had been that close to the jungles he had seen beyond. But spaces were deceiving, no? Hot and deceiving, as it was. The kind of hot that made his skin prickle and his hips throb and his mind pulse with the hazy fog he knew to be arousal and need.
It was probably why he didn't really notice the window or the display he was putting on for others - either didn't know or didn't care. Half dressed, pants discarded in order to free his erection, on his knees and thrusting back and forth, practically rutting. Not into someone though. Plants - it was the plants. Wrapped around waist and thighs and his cock, a tendril sliding down between his cheeks and into the warm space between. His fingers dug into the earth, head bowed and thrown back in equal measure as the plants had their way with him. It really was the sort of situation he would get himself into, a classic Jim Kirk as he was sure his team would have made fun of him for.
Do you watch or do you save him? Both? ]
b: beach
[ Sunshine! Sunshine and fresh air and no looming threat of the Marsiva beyond the blue of the sky. And no werewolves to give him a hard time about the tiny blue swimsuit he had chosen - because of course he did. But, all right, he kind of missed their nagging about colors. Ridiculous.
He certainly wasn't afraid to show off his body in those tiny shorts and the tattoo the adorned his left ribcage. He's happy enough to sun himself for a time, usually with a book in hand for reading because lying still and doing nothing had never been his style. Mostly he can be found out in the water, wading through the shallow or further out ducking and diving among the waves.
And if you catch it at just the right moment, he'll be heading back to shore, slicking his hair back, like a scene out of a movie with the water glittering behind him and eyes blue enough to match. Did he just wink at you? Probably. Smiled too.
Eat your heart out David Hasselhoff. ]
c: arcade
[ When was the last time he had been in an arcade? The Enterprise had games of this sort was entertainment for the crew - because Star Fleet recognized that some recreation was necessary to keep its officers from going completely insane in space. There had been quite a selection there, even less in the Fleet, but this... this was nostalgia and he found his heart aching because of it. Aching and thrilled.
He takes to one of the old arcade blasters at first, laughing as horribly designed aliens popped up for blasting. When he tired of that, he went to pinball and skiball, wondering if he achieved that sort of nerdy badboy look in his jeans and white shirt with his Star Fleet issue jacket over it all.
And of course there's the prize counter. Because oh so many choices. Does he have enough for that dildo...? ]
d: the lounge
[ Kirk is not one to approve of drowning one's problems in alcohol, but he definitely feels he is allowed just a little bit of that given the circumstances. Because of course he would fall through a wormhole and not end up somewhere anywhere close to home, but seemingly further away. And as fun as this place was, he couldn't help but seek the comfort of a good stiff drink.
He makes himself at home, either at the bar nursing a drink - usually something close to as scotch because beer was unacceptable for this sort of scenario, not nearly strong enough. He could be found at the pool table as well, considering the green cloth, bending close over the table to make his shots. He wasn't intentionally showing off his ass in those particular jeans, but, well, what can you do? He would welcome a challenger, at any rate. ]
e: wildcard him!
[ Open to all of your Zhautus dreamy delights! Feel free to ping me via DM on this journal or contact me via
[ ooc: This Jim Kirk has memories from another game: Drift Fleet. He's been there for about three years and also has another Kirk there with him, so he is not surprised by the twin factor. Of course feel free to mistake him for the Kirk currently in game or any other doppleganger shenanigans! As a side note, Jim does have two tattoos - one on his right forearm, that are the universal coordinates for earth, and one down the left side of his ribs. He will be up for pretty much anything, as an fyi - has that in common with his in-game twin at least ;) ]