ic post | im rp | eyes wide open
Who: starshipcommand, starshipmedical, sf_girl_friday ... and kirk_george. Possibly also memoryshell, starshipscot, and vanagandr, because they all live there, too. Also, Xion is curious despite being shy and Fenrir is a troll. Also, Roy the sex plant. Yeah. Don't ask. It's a long story.
What: Dad's coming home to meet the boyfriend -- uh, I mean, family for a visit.
When: Uh. Now?
Where: The farmhouse where Jim, Bones, Xion, and Fenrir (and others) live.
Why: Because Jim needs to meet a George who will respond to him regularly if they decide to stay in contact.
Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Possibly alcohol. Family drama. Also, I'm pretty sure everyone involved is secretly eight years old at times. Jim and Bones are probably going to be adorable at each other when they think no one's looking.
.~.jtk.~.
Jim is pretty damn sure there is nothing else in the house that needs cleaned. Well, maybe needs is the wrong word. He's pretty fucking sure there isn't anything left in the house that can be cleaned. Not like the house was a mess to begin with or anything; Xion has this habit of tidying up wherever she goes, but Jim, in a fit of nerves, took to the task with a vengeance anyway. Goddamn if that place doesn't sparkle.
Except now what does he do? They're not here yet. He's still got time to waste, it looks like.
Fuck.
Jim throws himself onto the couch, maybe hitting his head a little too hard on the armrest but not caring as he kicks his feet up on the other one. He glances at the coffee table nearby to see what book is -- dammit, there isn't one there because he put them all away. He sighs and rolls off the couch to amble for the bookcase, changes his mind half-way there, makes a right angle turn, and marches into the kitchen. Maybe he can, he doesn't know, rearrange the shit in the fridge or something.
What: Dad's coming home to meet the boyfriend -- uh, I mean, family for a visit.
When: Uh. Now?
Where: The farmhouse where Jim, Bones, Xion, and Fenrir (and others) live.
Why: Because Jim needs to meet a George who will respond to him regularly if they decide to stay in contact.
Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Possibly alcohol. Family drama. Also, I'm pretty sure everyone involved is secretly eight years old at times. Jim and Bones are probably going to be adorable at each other when they think no one's looking.
.~.jtk.~.
Jim is pretty damn sure there is nothing else in the house that needs cleaned. Well, maybe needs is the wrong word. He's pretty fucking sure there isn't anything left in the house that can be cleaned. Not like the house was a mess to begin with or anything; Xion has this habit of tidying up wherever she goes, but Jim, in a fit of nerves, took to the task with a vengeance anyway. Goddamn if that place doesn't sparkle.
Except now what does he do? They're not here yet. He's still got time to waste, it looks like.
Fuck.
Jim throws himself onto the couch, maybe hitting his head a little too hard on the armrest but not caring as he kicks his feet up on the other one. He glances at the coffee table nearby to see what book is -- dammit, there isn't one there because he put them all away. He sighs and rolls off the couch to amble for the bookcase, changes his mind half-way there, makes a right angle turn, and marches into the kitchen. Maybe he can, he doesn't know, rearrange the shit in the fridge or something.