Spore Drive And Chill?

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competenceknowsnobounds‌:

“Not a problem, ma’am,” he says chipperly, more than he would usually. He’s been doing some reading on the American South. That’s where the real him, the weak one that attends parties to actually talk, he comes from. And there’s an accent, style, and courtesy to master alongside that.

He doesn’t offer her his arm, though, because he finds that both stereotypical and probably a drop too much, but he keeps walking alongside her and speaking the inter-universal language of bored diplomats- small talk.

“You enjoying the party?”

“It’s not really my style.” 

She’s not quite trying to shake him, but Vera is keeping an eye out for a member of her crew as she heads towards the bar. Don’t get her wrong, she does intend to enjoy herself. Formal events aren’t as carefree as her preferred parties, but at a ‘Fleet event she can almost always find a corner full of other bio nerds to hole up with, and maybe even a dance partner or two.

“And you?”

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ofenterprise‌:

He takes her hands with a laugh.

“I don’t have every old Earth euphemism memorized, give me a break. But to answer, yes, I would happily have a few drinks with you.”

“Good. Keyla always gets worried if I show up to her parties alone.” 

She releases one of his hands, perfectly content to keep the other one for the moment.

“And by worried I mean–drunkenly enthusiastic about matchmaking.”

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Vera laughs, holding both her hands out to him. 

“God, I’m a terrible influence. No, Kirk, it’s an old-Earth euphemism for getting drunk. Though, as long as we’re not too drunk, sex things can definitely be involved.”

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@jump-one-three-three

The way she lingers could be called unprofessional, if Vera had any particularly professional relationship with Gabe, most of the time. 

“Almost finished? I can wait, if you want dinner.”

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organicnavigator‌:

          a single pale brow lifted at her mockery, head cocked to the side as if to try and make sense of her comparison.  ❝ SCIENCE is usually based on trial, error and understanding. ❞ there was something about the way she stared at him that  left him unsettled. perhaps was it not a good idea to settle upon threats and making their crucial time worth the exchange.

          one look at her wrist was enough to transmit the scratch to his own skin, a contagious sight in his subconscious, one that he could not chase away, one that could drive him even MORE insane. 

          ❝ —–oh i care alright. i already have the EMPEROR breathing down my neck, i hope i don’t need to tell her that the MYCELIAL are plagued with a disease capable of decimating this verse and others but i don’t care about those. ❞  he waved off absently with squinting eyes are he took a glance at the reactor.  ❝ —–you don’t happen to know how exactly are we going to do this? ❞

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“Paul Stamets, in all the multiverse, you are the only person to have been so idiotic as to try this. So no. No, I don’t know.”

This close, she could feel it. Normally, being close to a node of the network or a concentration of stellaviatori was revitalizing. Here, she felt more and more ill. Not to mention the rot, working its way up her flesh so slowly for how hyperaware of it she was.

So she stood, turning to the nearest terminal and pulling up the data she could with her presumably limited access.

“But if the network is infected, I recommend you start by closing the wound.”

Ah. Yes. That’ll help. There are so many things she isn’t, in this universe. But she is a doctor, or half of one. This isn’t you, Vera. Just another, under-researched, patient. Not your home, not your family, not your soul being torn apart. Just a wound.

Vera was slightly more settled when she finally meets Paul’s eyes with a glare.

“Shut it down. Now.”

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ofenterprise‌:

“Good thing I like being into you.”

He leans into the touch a little, smile wide and sincere. It’ll hurt when he has to go back to his regular posting.

“Best to make the most of the time we’ve got.”

“Hey. No need to worry about the future.”

Hypocrite. But then, doesn’t she know more than anyone when it’s time to say ‘fuck the inevitable’, let your hair down, and enjoy these brief, frantic moments of being alive? So she grins, playful.

“Not when I’m right here for you to be paying attention to, at least.”

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ofenterprise‌:

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“irrational and stupid fear of upsetting a superior officer. i’d rather suffer whatever wrath i will to do this.”

he’s gonna kiss her again.

“You shouldn’t let my father bully you, Kirk. He’s all bark and no bite.”

This kiss she lets linger, a soft smile on her face as she rubs a thumb against his cheekbone. 

“...but I think I like the idea of you being so into me.”

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kisses her (jim has zero chill and this is the result)

Always Accepting Nonsense

Vera presses into the kiss happily, letting her hands fall to Jim’s hips and only pulling back a few scant inches when they need to breathe. 

“What took you so long?”

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competenceknowsnobounds‌:

That! That’s a good excuse. 

“I’ve obviously never been on a ship like this before,” he leans in like he’s confiding in her, just not too much- “And I have about a million questions.”

Well, One sent him with a million questions. Any he had were simplistic enough to be answered by the bridge crew on the first day.

(“Not all red things know each other, sir,” Detmer had teased him.)

In truth, he wants to make her feel safe. And let her know that she is welcome in his company, that not all captains are as awful as the last one she had. Or, as One put it, to ‘pile positive energy on that poor woman.’

“The spore drive, how you’re connected to it, whether or not the saucers really spin-” (he adds that in as a joke, although he’s slightly curious) “Everything. Everything there is to know.”

“I--alright. Yeah, the saucer section spins. Elementary interplanar physics. The spore drive and I are both connected to, powered by, the mycelial network, the spores that work through and between every space and moment in all universes.”

She’s well aware she’s overwhelming him, and that it’d be a lot for any human to consume, let alone one without the background her fathers had. Does Vera take a certain amount of glee in that? Maybe? 

If there was one thing the past year had taught her, it was knowing the value of her own power. Of having power. Of being sure in herself.

“Do you want the secrets of the universe too? I don’t think you’d understand them, but I guess I could share anyway.”

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ofenterprise‌:

“some dinner, some wine, maybe having some… exploration time?”

“That is why we joined the ‘fleet, isn’t it? To see the ‘great unknown’?” Vera smiles, matching the mischief in his eyes. “Even if we start with the mess hall.”

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ofenterprise‌:

He laughs with her, leaning in conspiratorially.

“Play your cards right, it might even be two or three.” A wink.

“I’m intrigued. And all yours for the night. What were you thinking?”

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pauls: asleep vera and jim, immediately: 

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ofenterprise‌:

“Would you like to go on a date and potentially do the kissing?”

She laughs, affectionate, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand. 

“Just the one kissing?”

[myceliumprotected]

ofenterprise‌:

“i would like vera to kiss me and also go on a romantic date with me.”

“Speak of the devil....”

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competenceknowsnobounds‌:

“He’ll live, though he won’t like it.”

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Vera tosses her hair out of her face, pouting just a little.

“It’s better than he deserves. Are you sure I can’t have him?”

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