#cptnpike

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @storytelers said, ❝ however, you are quite right. let me be more specific. a door ran into me. ❞

disapproval had stilled the light touch of fingers beside the bruising upon his brow, and self-satisfied though he may be at the explanation turned on its head, now she drops her hand to fold her arms before her. ❛ and you allowed it? considering that of you and the door, only you have agency over your movements... the responsibility to avoid a collision would still seem to return to you. ❜

and really, she thinks, to hit one's head against a door — or permit a door to run into one's head — adds an extra level of indignity to the whole proceedings. ❛ what could you possibly have been doing to run into a door? ❜

[evcryopeneye]

@cptnpike​​ gets a starter

“Don’t!” She’s only half joking, “don’t even joke about it, that woman is the human version of a headache.” Feng Wu wished that she was kidding, she really did, but frankly she was the most annoying woman in town.“You know I spent a week gathering everything I needed for that prescription and making it. A week! And she just moans about how long it took. I wasn’t going to even charge her full price!” Though she had in the end, “the 30% I would have discounted it got added back in as a ‘I don’t get paid enough for your shit’ tax.”

With a small huff, she managed to pick up the heavy pot she’d dug back up out of the ground, brushing the last of the dried dirt off. “I need a drink after today.” Did that make her sound like a drunkard? Both hands sat on top of the sealed clay bottle, easily enough to kill them by alcohol poisoning several times over. “Peach wine,” home made, might as well be moonshine with the way Feng Wu brewed it.

“Tomorrow we’ll try and get you back over the mountain. Heavens above it’s probably better on the other side than it is here.” 

[conziergearch]

hair .     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm,   the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.     @cptnpike​,  christopher pike.

                    hands grapple for something to hold onto once debris are pulled off a disoriented frame ――   and she feels hands pull her out of the wreckage,   coughs a little,   dust settling in the back of a throat.   it’s him dark eyes focus on first,   dirt and grim all across his skin,   but it’s the absence of blood anywhere on him that allows lungs to breathe.   the village is empty,   they made it just in time :   when gaze slips over her shoulder back to the rubble of a city,   she knows it could have gone wrong.   temples,  schools,  pebble-paved streets where just hours ago she’d seen children play.   what’s left of it is the harrowing feeling that time slips through hands quicker than one is able to control.   again she coughs and coughs up blood.   not much,   it doesn’t rouse her concern ――   but it’s enough for his hand to pull her attention back to him by the chin.   arms try to escape the inspection as an instinct ;   his grip perseveres.   he perseveres.   when strands of hair are brushed out of her face,   glued to skin with sweat and mud,   it’s no longer just the destruction that cords up her chest.

“ i’m fine, ”     she mumbles,   voice grating against the impact of the explosion.  again,  an attempt to escape the eyes of his ;   a slight push that is met with just as much stubborn force.    “ i’m fine,  stop ――   chris… ”     it’s a plea :   on her tongue,   in her eyes.   his name leaves her like a quiet admission that she’d never made aboard the ship.   one she regrets even now.     “ we need to get back to the shuttle before the absence of the villagers is noticed. ”

[doctordonovan]

birdie’s nice list!     feat.  @cptnpike​​

❝   you said it was a ghost story.   it isn't.   it's a love story.   ❞    ❝   same thing,   really.   ❞

 even the festive season isn’t enough to stop me from using this quote.    but seriously,    you’re not the worst.    thank you so much for listening to   (   reading?  )    my endless rants    -    one day I’ll stop bugging you with 1,000 things.   I’ll never get over how much I love all the life you bring to everything write and the incredible sheer skill that’s always so obvious on all you do.

[ensnchekov-a]

Pavel's arm is pressed against @cptnpike​‘s as they huddle together, watching as the other patrons throw themselves to the ground in a flurry of fear and panic. Two masked men are toting guns and barking orders, threatening to shoot anybody who, as they say, try anything funny. Pavel can’t think of exactly what funny things someone might do under threat of grievous bodily harm or even death, but as he clutches the book to his chest that he almost got signed, he doesn’t think he can just sit back and do nothing, either.

Even if the thought of going against armed robbers makes his heart pound erratically in his chest.

The man in the owl mask must be the leader, for he’s the one barking the orders. A woman—an employee of the bookstore, judging by her nametag—stands at gunpoint and nods quickly, promising to comply. They want money. “Sir,” Pavel whispers, hoping to get Mister Pike’s attention, “what if they kill her? I think—there has to be something we can do.”

[astraldestiny]

✗ @cptnpike​​​​​ → closed starter !

   “ Don’t worry, Chris, I'm not Discovery’s captain right now. They thought about it but for the moment I am just here to help wrap certain things up, act as a kind of ADVISOR thanks to my scientific knowledge. I won’t give you any trouble. Discovery will follow your lead. ” She hadn’t been officially reinstated yet. After the end of the war she and Katrina had been working on the data they had received over this other universe — and the woman Discovery’s crew had picked up in it. A mysterious evil twin was certainly not something she had expected to ever run into. “ To be honest I’m pretty sure they don’t fully TRUST me to be a captain again after what happened at the battle of the binary stars ... ” If she could go back and change the decisions she had made that day she would. Maybe none of this would have happened if she had reacted how she should have from the very start.

[secretserved]

HUNTRESS STARTER CALL   :   ACCEPTING.

bow’s fully drawn at the sound of approaching footsteps,   clearly belonging to someone whose knowledge of the forest is no match for her own   ❪  she who can move undetected,  keep herself concealed until she chooses to reveal her presence  ❫.   still,  z’ymira moves forward with caution  —  the forest would be distressed should she fire on an ally or one who means no harm,  after all.   

expression shifts to one of annoyance as vague recognition places the man before her as a member of the king’s court.  that alone isn’t reason enough to spare him,  but caution seems warranted.  the huntress’ bow lowers slightly as she sighs,  gaze locking on  ( @cptnpike​ ),   “are you lost?”

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @ve1ljumpers said, ❝ and if you dont think i miss you everyday - ❞

they work by lamplight — or perhaps its better to say that she works by lamplight while they carry on a conversation far too weighed down with undertones to be truly called idle. though he would rather hear of her, she sidesteps any mention of her assignments over the past months and instead draws from him tales from enterprise, of the people to whom she'll never speak again. she knows the big picture already, has tracked their missions, personnel changes, and the like, but it's a far cry from having a finger on the pulse of the ship's heartbeat. the day to day life of the ship was as closed to her as her life has been to him.

the statement is no louder than the rest of his words, yet it yanks her attention sharply from the work before her. shoulders stiffen, head lifts from the padd over which she had poured half her attention, and for the length of nine heartbeats ( she counts ) time seems to freeze. she drops her gaze. ❛ you weren't supposed to. ❜

the words, though barely audible, carry an apology. there was always going to be an adjustment, of course, though he was accustomed to brief interludes of her absence — weeks to a month, rarely longer, while she offered her assistance to starfleet intelligence. this needn't have been so very different, save that she would not be returning. there would be an adjustment, and then ship and crew and captain would settle into a new normal, one that did not include her.

or so she'd figured in all her calculations.