Aurelan Kirk

I don't gossip, I simply share information.

[entraurelan]

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[entraurelan]

Slurred words~

"You need some wrinkle cream. Thaaat should be a priority. And after that you should take a nap, that honestly always makes me feel a lot better. And then, and then, I think you should take the stick out of your ass. I mean, it's gotta be painful at this point. And after that, then you should go fuck Jocelyn, because she neeeeeeds it. At the end of the day, I think you should probably just do what everybody on this ship should do, chiiillll oouuuut, but maybe leave off the alcohol a little bit? Also, I'm pregnant and I need you to not freak out." 

[entraurelan]

Slurred words - spock, jim

 Jim: "You need to take it down a notch, Buster. You are a good captain, and a good friend, and a good brother, but you gotta stop bein' so stuuuuupid. Cause when a lotta people care about ya, ya gotta take care of yourself. That means that they count on yoooou. And no, you're not as cool as you think you are, and no, you're not as cool as me, and no, you're not as cool as Sam, but you are a good dude. I think. So stop acting like a diiiick and get some diiiick." 

Spock: "You are one funny looking guy. Like, for real. And I think that you should probably chill man. Like, I think you need some weed. Also, blue is not your color. Cuz...you're like already green. Also, also, we should be more friends. Just because it would be funny. And do you have porn? Is that a thing for you? Because if it is, I want in. 

[entraurelan]

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

[entraurelan]

Wild Nights :: Flashback :: Samlan

[entrsam-blog]

He laughed as soon as he saw it, shaking his head and nudging her with his leg. “You’re not going to start selling me cookies and shit, are you? Because I’m not buying you any. I don’t like girl scouts cookies, I’d rather make my own.”

That was bullshit, of course. But, who cared. 

"They are weird. Also,” he paused to drink, it was a good thing he hadn’t eaten anything before because that way he’d probably be pleasantly buzzed as soon as he finished the bottle in his hand, “Guys with goatees and Satan what now?”

That was ridiculous. His eyes crinkled as he nudged her again. “You’re unbelievable.”

[entraurelan]

"Everyone likes girl scout cookies and if they don't, they're dead." Aurelan stated this as a matter of fact. She grinned and leaned her head back, "I think I would make an excellent girl scout. I would look cute in the uniform, I could sell more cookies then anyone else, and I could totally do the whole leadership thing. I mean, all the other kids already want to be me." She laughed, the twinkle in her eyes clearly stating that she was joking despite her serious tone. 

"You see, the way I figure it, Satan dresses like a great fop. A feathered hat, a finely trimmed moustache, perhaps even a walking stick." Aurelan was clearly enjoying herself, "And any boy with a goattee just looks like he thinks he's Satan with a better fashion sense. My logic is infallible." 

Tossing the brownies aside she frowned a bit. "They aren't that bad Sam. I know Eddie and his boys aren't exactly your type of smart, but it's not like they're a proper gang or anything." She settled herself into the crook of his arm, attempting to distract him with her careful placement of his hands. 

"You better believe me." She replied with a wink. "Otherwise I'll have to do some convincing." 

[entraurelan]

What were the most important things you learned as a child?

That's not important.I learned the most important thing of all today. Dr. Cranky and Nurse Preggers are going at it in broom closets. I just don't think anyone understands just how happy this makes me.

[entraurelan]

Wild Nights :: Flashback :: Samlan

[entrsam-blog]

"Well, I enjoy this. I like staying up until late reading on all this biology shit, it’s pretty cool, although I gotta agree some classes are just fucking boring as hell," he eyed the beer, then eyed her, and finally grabbed it carefully. "Last time Mr. Trevor, the one I’d told you about, with the little goatee, almost backhanded me but it’s not my fault I’m smarter than he is."

As always. No surprise there. Sam sipped at the beer, God it was cold, and then went in for a bigger drink. “Two years is very little, Lan. But…”

"Well, I say think it through. Then, you can decide whatever." In the end he’d have to stand by her side no matter what, right? The only downside to all of it, in his opinion, was that he wouldn’t get to see her that often. That would fucking suck, big time. "But first— first we drink."

And get brownies. Wait, honestly. “I know where to get those things, by the way. I have a friend who likes herbology. Easy as that, see? No need to get yourself involved with any weird ass guys.”

[entraurelan]

Aurelan snorted into her beer and plopped down on the couch next to Sam. "Guys with goatee's just look like they think Satan has fashion sense." She commented. He finished his story and she dug her elbow into his side. "My little smartass." She was obviously proud of him.

"Are you kidding? Two years is a fucking eternity, for us non-geniuses. College is only supposed to last for four years." She sighed. But he was right, tonight was not the night to wile away the hours with fear of the future. So she let it drop and instead took another deep drink of her beer. 

"They aren't weird....I mean, they're just...er...rough around the edges." She wrinkled her nose. "And I may or may not already have a couple in my purse." She reached under the table and pulled out the small pink bag, reaching in passed her lipstick to procure the rectangular foil package. "I plan ahead. I'm like a fucking girl scout I'm so prepared." 

[entrfitz-blog]

"Hormones. Probably, yeah. But I’m serious, you’re not stupid, man, I know stupid people and they don’t act like you. Like, it never occurs to them that they’re a dumbass. I mean, God, everybody has issues, but that doesn’t mean they’re stupid—look, please don’t cry, I don’t know how to deal with crying people.”

He dug through his back pocket, finding the carefully folded tissues he kept, usually to cover his mouth when he inevitably started coughing. He held it out to her, and realized at once it looked pathetic. 

"Um." He freezes, the surprise a little too obvious on his face. "I guess so, in the symbolic baptism sense. Not the actual legal thing, unless you really wanted me to, and even then, wouldn’t you want that to be th—Sam’s brother?" 

[entraurelan]

Aurelan sniffed once and laughed a bit at his panic. "I won't cry. Promise. I mean, I probably will, I'm a pregnant lady. But I won't cry right now." She assured him with a smile and a wipe at her eyes.  "And thanks." She smiled a genuine smile, a face that was usually reserved only for Sam. "That helps. I mean, it didn't make the most sense, but it was good." 

 "God no, Kirk is awful. I love him, but he's awful. Besides, he already has dibs on one and only Uncle." 

[entraurelan]

Wild Nights :: Flashback :: Samlan

[entraurelan]

What?

Oh, oh Christ, he’d completely forgotten she was there to some extent, he was completely immersed in his book, at the back of every little bit of data he stored for later, worrying over the apparent injury his professor had gotten all of a sudden which meant he’d have to cut off his time—

Okay, damn. Shit.

"Huh?" Sam looked up, only to notice what she was doing. And suddenly he was snorting, laughing, shaking his head. "Aw, come on, ‘lan. You know that’s anatomically incorrect."

He set his pen between the pages he had been covering in yellow highlighter until it seemed like the entire text was going to burn his eyes. Or maybe he was just too tired? Drinking seemed like a good plan. A very good plan. Maybe…

"Where am I gonna get brownies, anyway?"

Aurelan rolled her eyes and finished turning the leaves into a set of very hairy balls. "Not brownies Sam, brownies." She gave him a look that said, You know what I mean. "And you don't need to get them, I can get them. I know this guy...well, he usually does the harder stuff, but he can be useful." She grinned knowingly and wondered at how different Sam was from her usual crowd.

"You've been studying for hours and if you keep studying eventually you'll just turn your brain to mush. It's a proven scientific fact." She began picking up the books strewn about her, most of them now filled with lewd doodles for Sam to find during lecture.

Sitting on her knees she resumed her posture, elbows balanced on the coffee table. "Sometimes I think I should just drop out of school. I'm two years in and I haven't even declared a major. Besides, I don't even enjoy all of...this." She gestured to the stacks of notes and books around them. "I've gone to class six times total this semester." She rolled her eyes and pushed herself up. 

Padding across the carpet she skidded a bit on the tile floor of the kitchen and pulled two beers out of the fridge. Lobbing one dangerously close to Sam's head she returned to the living area hiking his sweatpants back up to her hips from where they had sagged. 

[entraurelan]

Wild Nights :: Flashback :: Samlan

Aurelan lay flat on her back, feet in the air, displaying the large hole in her pantyhose, a textbook under her head in lieu of a pillow. Long blonde hair fell in a messy tangle over her face, and she didn't seem to notice. Her itty-bitty dress was hiked up around her hips, Sam's oversized sweatpants pulled on over it. She was currently engrossed in the fine art of using a pen to draw an elaborate design on the palm of her own hand. 

A few moments passed in silence before she sat up and sighed loudly. "Mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell." She declared loudly. "There. You have gained knowledge. Studying done. Time to get drunk." She glanced at the man engrossed in his work on the other side of the table. "I could buy us some brownies." She offered, resting her elbows on the table. 

When no response came she flipped open another book and resumed her careful drawing on the pages of the text. The alien plant life gained googly eyes and large penises under her careful hand. "I shoulda been a fucking artist, Sam."  

[entrkiara-blog]

Kiara shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said, perhaps a little uneasy. “I did, at any rate.”

"Are you saying I need to find my girl now?"

[entraurelan]

"No, I'm just saying that you have to have someone." 

"Maybe not your best girlfriend, or your soul mate, or anything. But you have to have someone. Your Dad, your best friend from childhood, you have to have someone to support you. I have Sam and my girlriend's back home." 

[entrfitz-blog]

"No, no, it’s cool." He put his hands up in some sort of defense, wondering what exactly had spurred her. (Well, probably everything. He needed to quit running his mouth in hopes something thoughtful would come out.) 

"Look, all I’m saying is, it’s probably gonna be fine. I mean, I just had my mom, who probably wasn’t the nicest person in the world, but she’s still my mom and I love her. And I came up fine. And this kid’s gonna have a mom and a dad. I mean, Christ, I know what you’re thinking, but Sam’s not stupid, and nothing stupid is gonna happen to him. I couldn’t say that if he wasn’t a scientist, if you want the truth.”

[entraurelan]

"Nothing stupid is going to happen to him? I happened to him." Aurelan looked like she was about ready to cry. "God, I think these are hormones." She sighed. 

  "Look, you're gonna be the Godfather, right?" 

[entrsusana-blog]

"Um?"

"I’m sorry, did I say something I shouldn’t have? I mean, he’s our captain’s family. So that must be cool."

At least she didn’t ask if he was a good fuck, did she.

[entraurelan]

"Sure, cool." Aurelan paused and her smile was far from the genuine one that had graced her lips moments before.  A small sigh and then her face relaxed.  "Look, I get it, I'm not exactly Kirk family material. But next time, cover up your surprise a bit better." The words weren't insulting or mean the way they could have been, but just a simple statement or instruction. 

[entrfitz-blog]

"Sorry. Sorry. Old habit, I guess." 

"No, no, but you get what I’m saying? Not, like, school smart, but people smart. And no, not because of the way you look. I guess that helps, but you, like, bring people in. Like Sam. Sam doesn’t like just anybody, you know. So, like—maybe the kid will get that from you. Charms and smarts, that’s pretty good, right?” 

[entraurelan]

"That's great, that's all great. Sure. But I don't want the kid to be like me! I'm awful. I'm....judgemental, and drunk. I'm vain and I pick fights. I don't want the kid to be like me. I want the kid to be like, Sam. Or hell, any one of he other people on this ship. I look at you, and you've all made these careers, and you're flying us through fucking space! And I'm just along for the fucking ride! What do I do? Provide moral support?" 

  Aurelan sighed slowly, this was not an outburst she had intended.  "Look....I'm sorry..."