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[closed] it's the perfect time of day

Who: Jim Kirk & Aria T'Loak
What: failing at even basic domestic tasks.
Where: 3476 Erwin Road
When: August 8.
Warnings: possible unsavoury language and slightly alcoholic tendencies from Aria.

Waking up to some sort of massive plumbing issue wasn't something Jim was exactly used to, but after a few moments of staring at it in confusion - and missing every Engineer he'd ever known more than he would ever admit (where was Scotty when you really needed him?) - he decided he could fix it. Never mind that he didn't know the first thing about antique plumbing. He was supposed to be capable and competent and Aria certainly wasn't any better off in terms of how to fix it.

So after a quick breakfast and calling into work to advise he wouldn't be in, Jim started on a little diagnostic plan, starting upstairs and working down to the basement. About ten minutes into that basement work, he was calling upstairs.

"Aria! Aria, I need help down here, please."

And when his dear wife came down, hopefully she wouldn't be too surprised to find him up to his knees in water.

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Aria had left the plumbing issue to Kirk, she hadn't the first idea on how to fix the antique plumbing, nor did she really care to help fuss around with something that likely just needed a patch slapped on it. But once he called for her she started down the basement stairs to see what all of the yelling was about she was surprised with what she found.

"You turned the basement into a pool."

Well, hopefully there hadn't been anything important that was easily water damaged. But she'll walk to the edge of where the stairs meets the water and shake her head.

"Yes, very astute observation," Jim said, pursing his lips together a moment, but not even bothering to get out of the water. It was pointless, by now. "Do you have any idea how to fix this?"

"I thought it was apt," she'll step down into the water and wade her way over to him, holding a hand up to see where the leak is and not getting sprayed in the face. She's glad it's cold water not hot.

"Any idea where the main water valve is? I'd start there." Logic was her only default, she wasn't even too sure what metal the pipe was made of.

Edited 2012-08-08 08:14 (UTC)

Rolling his eyes, Jim gestured with the wrench (he thought it was a wrench) in the direction he'd been working in.

"Main valve thingy is over there. It's now not sealing properly, before you go investigating."

Aria will glance warily at the wrench before putting a hand on his arm and lowering it. "Put that down before you hurt yourself, or me." She said with a sharp look before wading over to take a look at the main valve. It was indeed broken and Aria had no clue how that was going to be fixed, she wasn't a plumber or engineer.

Turning around to look at him she put a hand over her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm out of ideas. How the hell did you break the main water valve?"

"I was trying to turn it off," Jim said, immediately defensive, but mostly because of how uncharacteristically incompetent he felt. "And then it just broke, and started doing this."

This being the pool effect, of course.

"Yeah well, apparently you are neither an engineer nor can operate a basic valve," she'll frown and cross her arms, glaring a the water slowly rising so that now her thighs were cold.

"And people wonder why I can't stand humans," she muttered to herself while trying to think of a solution. The only one she could think of involved waiting until tomorrow morning and spending the rest of the evening enjoying their basement pool with a drink.

"No, I was command track, and sorry if these "basic valves" -" And yes he did just make air quotes at her. " - aren't terribly common three hundred years into the future. I've never seen a plumbing system like this, not even at home on Earth."

"Sorry to notify you but I'm from 250 years in the future and I'm pretty sure these valves still exist." Aria growled and sloshed her way closer to him. "How do you even function in this place if you don't know how to operate basic valves? The taps are valves Kirk." She tried not to laugh, this human was rather sad but so amusing to have around. Even if he had caused them both to be standing knee deep in frigid water.

"And it took me four days to master them, alright?" He waved a hand at her, grumpy as he waded away from the break, toward the stairs. "This isn't my field."

"Obviously not if it took you four days, aren't humans supposed to be good at adapting?" She put her hands on her hips a moment and then waded her own way toward the stairs. "Fine, fine, I have a solution for this. Stay here."

She'll push past him and climb the stairs easily, disappearing for a few moments before reappearing at the top of the stairs with a bottle in hand. It wasn't the best solution but at least this way they could sit and try to think of a way to attempt to fix the piping that Kirk had only managed to make worse. Having a seat on the steps she held out the bottle to him with a raised eyebrow.

Well he was going to return to his repairs when she left, but he didn't exactly get very far. Then she was back with the bottle and he was wading over like it was calling his name.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Jim said with a grin, as he settled on the step one below Aria, angled slightly to look at her. "You're great at problem solving."

"Six hundred and fifty years at it, I should hope I'm good at solving problems like this," she replied and handed the bottle to him and watching the water pool into their basement."I'm flattered that you like me, and here I thought it was a mutual disdain between us." She laughed quietly and leaned back on the steps to lounge against them.

"Hey, I can like you and still hate ya a little, can't I?" He knocked back a drink of the bottle, but not before giving her a wink. It seemed he was getting his flirt on early today, if only because he felt like a completely useless tool of a starfleet officer, flooding the dumb place. The least he could do was be charming about it.

"And you should know that you don't look a day over six hundred and thirty," Jim continued, handing Aria's bottle back to her.

He was a completely useless tool, but he kept Aria entertained for the most part so she wasn't too hard on him. He could flirt with her all he wanted, she took it in stride, it didn't mean much to her really. Flattery wouldn't get Kirk far.

"You can hate me as much as you want, you wouldn't be the first." She smirked and couldn't help but chuckle at Kirk's words concerning her age. Taking the bottle back from him she took a swig and pointed at him with the bottle in hand.

"Most humans would say I didn't look a day over thirty to them. If that were the case I'd be much less cynical."

"I dunno, I've met some pretty cynical thirty-somethings," Jim said with a shrug, not really debating her, just continuing the conversation. And pointedly ignoring the suddenly weird feeling in his chest from missing his cynical thirty-something doctor. For the most part, he was the sort that adjusted to change well, taking everything in stride. There were still had moments of missing his ship and his crew, though. He couldn't deny he was more attached to them than he ever had been to anything in his life, so their absence was marked.

"And you haven't done anything worthy of too much hatred, not to me. It would be wrong to hate a lady on hearsay."

"Seeing as I was still technically an adolescent in my thirties, I still angry at the galaxy and wanted revenge for my circumstances growing up." Aria took another swig from the bottle and passed it back to him idly. She had been angry when she was much younger, angry and bitter at the circumstances she'd grown in, but it had changed drastically over the centuries to where she was now. Sitting on some rickety steps, in a human body and drinking with some goody military fleet captain.

But she did have to give Kirk props for giving her the benefit of the doubt. She certainly hadn't been making life easy on him.

"You're a first, most people hate me just on my reputation," her lips pulled back into a smooth smirk.

"I didn't have the honour of meeting your reputation first, remember?"

Jim wasn't going to pry into that comment on her adolescence. Circumstances were a thing he knew all too well, and they were things that were only discussed with time. Aria didn't need those buttons pushed, not from him, not right now.

Taking another drink from the bottle, he held onto it a moment, almost contemplating, before handing it back to her.

"I think our meeting would've been very different if you did know my reputation. Even then, I think we have come to an understanding." She took the bottle from him and took a swig, letting the alcohol burn it's way down her throat. This body had such a low tolerance it made Aria sick, already she was feeling the level of intoxication rising and she'd barely had any of the bottle.

"I'm not the goody-two-shoes soldier that's out to save the galaxy or defend it. Just out there to protect what's mine."

Jim shrugged, looking at the mess he'd made of the basement for a moment as he thought.

"It takes all sorts, doesn't it? So although I may not agree with your style or your methods, there's not much I can really say." He looked back at her again, hands spread out. "You are who you are. I respect that."

"Glad that we understand each other, even if you break pipes in our basement." She smirked and held the bottle out to him almost as a small peace offering on the battleground they had in their words.

"Galaxy is a big place, guess we all have our niche and specialities. Just don't start going self righteous on me when I shoot people."

The bottle was taken with something between a smile and a smirk. Kirk would accept makeshift peace offerings, no questions asked. It was true, though - he had no real beef with Aria. Considering their situation and what really seemed to be her basic personality, he liked to think he was getting on rather well with her. He wasn't allowed to sleep in the main bedroom yet or anything but, hey, he was working on it. It was a goal.

"Not sure I'm the right person to be preaching and self-righteous to anyone, hate to tell you," Kirk said, pausing to take a drink. "The hero act is just a front for... well, someone who is not entirely sure which way he's going yet."

He's been good, perhaps she'll allow him to sleep in the main bed sooner than later. Unless he tries to sneak into bed, then he'll be demoted to sleeping in the doghouse out back, but it was still a good goal to have. Leaning back on her elbows, Aria will sigh and watch Kirk for a moment with a small smirk.

"You're young, you'll figure out where you're going. Either that or it'll slap you in the head when you least expect it. I was in the same place about three centuries ago. Quit being a commando, decided to be an exotic dancer for a few years until I could figure it out, ended up taking over a space station from some old krogan that thought the pretty asari would never try to take away his precious crown." Aria shook her head and poked Kirk in the leg with her toes. "You try to play it clean, I'm just one of those people that gave up playing nice a long time ago."

"And I guess at your age, alignment's pretty set in stone." He hummed, thoughtful, then handed the bottle back to her. A grin spread across his features, even if he knew it was likely going to get him prodded again.

"Bet you were a great dancer, though, before you decided to fuck everyone up."

She took the bottle back from him and raised an eyebrow before taking a swig. "Asari are known for being the envy of everyone in the galaxy. Of course half the time we're seen more as ornaments than people." It wasn't a lie, and she'd killed more than one merc for suggesting as such when she was a dancer.

"But I can say I was good at my job. As hard as it can be dancing on tables barely dressed." She scoffed and took another swig, those were times she really wasn't fond of remembering. "I prefer my new line of work, much better. I think it suits me."

"Don't think you'd do so great as a girl guide, either, Aria," Jim teased, although he understood. It wasn't unlike him, the way he'd been bumming around before Pike kicked his ass into Starfleet. Maybe he hadn't been a dancer, but he hadn't been the most respected young man in the wide, boring-as-balls expanse of Iowa.

"Crime lord's probably your calling, really."

"There's whole lot of money in it, and I can keep all of the information I could want exactly where it's supposed to be," Aria smirked."Girl guide isn't exactly fitting, but I think running a ship as a captain is a good place for you. Trying to do good even if you have no idea how to go about it. " She chuckled and taking a swig passed the bottle back to him.

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"So far I've determined it involves micromanaging a crew of three hundred and too many medical exams." He shrugged, taking the bottle. "Some day I may figure it out. In the meantime, I'll just take what I can get."

"You will, given time, or something will kill you. Either way your problem will be solved." Aria smirked, she had sound logic in that statement and she fully believed that Kirk would do himself well in the end.

"So, Kirk. Tell me about yourself; you don't seem like the kind to often flood basements often."

Jim chortled a little at that, shaking his head. "I don't get that opportunity much, no. What would you like to know? I promise I'm not nearly as interesting as you are."

"What would I like to know or what can I ask? Those are two very different things." Aria smirked and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, letting her mind wander a little. "What is your galaxy like? Politics, people, not fighting any major wars out there are you?"

"Not major wars, necessarily, but constant border conflict. Since we made first contact, humans haven't gotten along well with either Romulans or Klingons, so if a ship ventures too far out and gets spotted by one of them, little scuffles have been known to happen." Reaching out, Jim took the bottle from Aria again, and helped himself to a swig of it before continuing.

"Starfleet is designed as equal parts exploration and peacekeeping. Something happens, we jump in. But mostly we're the forerunners of human and human allies voyaging into the universe. The politics... well, they're whatever you make of 'em."

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