This is the space for any and all scenarios with Jaylah. Pun intended. Please provide prompts or starters. Mark anything that's NSFW and/or contains triggering content.
Jim handles the attention with more grace and poise than does Jaylah, who found it difficult to try and ask him questions about what's new in his life. Any updates on how the crew of the Enterprise are handling their relatively free time. Sure she texts with Montgomery Scotty quite frequently for advice on many things, but as chief engineer he's been even busier than James T. At least, that's the logical conclusion given the fact that the captain walked beside her.
His question furrows her brow because there aren't any mountains here silly human, and for a moment she glances up to the towering buildings. That sounds like a worse idea, so she appears hesitant when she answers. "I climbed a lot on Altamid." Seriously, did he remember where her house was parked?
Scotty's busier than he is right now, to be sure, though maybe it's just a different kind of busy. Sometimes Jim envies the engineer, who's free to tell everyone to screw off in favor of Working On Repairs, something that relieves him of 'Fleet politics with impunity. Jim never badgers him about it, though, not after the whole.. thing.. with the other man temporarily quitting due to his captain's shit behavior.
"Good." Cheerful. Maybe due to Altamid, this won't be wholly comforting-- but that's alright, too, because not everything in this line of work is going to be comforting. When Jaylah inevitably ends up offworld on assignment (perhaps on the Enterprise, if Jim gets his way), she's going to run into plenty of planets that are going to remind her of her prison, or be thrown into situations that will step on painful memories. Better to stretch that particular muscle somewhere safe ahead of time.
Once they're inside and suited up with safety ropes alongside the giant artificial wall, rubber hand-holds scattered around the entire way up, Jim looks over at her. "Weird, right?"
She imagines it's a busier that has finite conclusions and end points, tasks that could easily be crossed off of a list in the repairs of the ship. Instead Jim had the perpetual task of shouldering the responsibilities of both his crew as well as the more daunting tasks of being political and personable to people she herself wouldn't bother her energies with unless necessary, and even then she'd need a good reason. Engineering is far more her style in regards to all aspects of the job it seems.
It's awkwardly a bit of both. Climbing had been enjoyable in the times it didn't require her to risk Krall's bees or other local scavengers seeing her in order to set her traps or hunt. Surviving had its nerve wracking moments, but the more she dealt with them the more efficient she became. Jaylah plans on applying the same sort of approach to the Academy and Starfleet, but with one major difference, this time she had a family to lean on when she needed a little help. This time, she's not in it alone.
Jaylah had taken her time suiting herself up, not because of any difficulties, but due to her analytical nature she desires to know how each piece functions so she could recreate or improve the mechanics on her own. A harness could be useful in the future, and she might need to build it from scratch or unorthodox supplies. She likes keeping her clever muscles stretched and strong. Once finished with that, her strange eyes lifted to the massive wall, and it's evident she's analyzing that as well.
"It is not the same as natural," she comments finally, quizzical gaze turning to him. It confounds her that Starfleet would spare that expense with all the technology available to them, or considering how many ships this man alone has destroyed in the name of the Fleet. "Did they not wish to make it real?"
"Having the fake one serves a bunch of purposes," Jim says, getting footholds to begin the crawl upwards. "Safety is a big one. Hard to build an overhead frame over a mountain. Some people want to climb a mountain but are babies about going outside..." ...also allergies, but Jim doesn't feel like going into those. He can feel the looming spectre of his CMO/friend/nanny waiting to jab him with antihistamines.
"We've really screwed up our planet over the years, too." Huff. Up. "To make one out of real materials, we'd have to remove something natural, and Terra's still healing. Probably will be for the next ten thousand years."
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His question furrows her brow because there aren't any mountains here silly human, and for a moment she glances up to the towering buildings. That sounds like a worse idea, so she appears hesitant when she answers. "I climbed a lot on Altamid." Seriously, did he remember where her house was parked?
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"Good." Cheerful. Maybe due to Altamid, this won't be wholly comforting-- but that's alright, too, because not everything in this line of work is going to be comforting. When Jaylah inevitably ends up offworld on assignment (perhaps on the Enterprise, if Jim gets his way), she's going to run into plenty of planets that are going to remind her of her prison, or be thrown into situations that will step on painful memories. Better to stretch that particular muscle somewhere safe ahead of time.
Once they're inside and suited up with safety ropes alongside the giant artificial wall, rubber hand-holds scattered around the entire way up, Jim looks over at her. "Weird, right?"
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It's awkwardly a bit of both. Climbing had been enjoyable in the times it didn't require her to risk Krall's bees or other local scavengers seeing her in order to set her traps or hunt. Surviving had its nerve wracking moments, but the more she dealt with them the more efficient she became. Jaylah plans on applying the same sort of approach to the Academy and Starfleet, but with one major difference, this time she had a family to lean on when she needed a little help. This time, she's not in it alone.
Jaylah had taken her time suiting herself up, not because of any difficulties, but due to her analytical nature she desires to know how each piece functions so she could recreate or improve the mechanics on her own. A harness could be useful in the future, and she might need to build it from scratch or unorthodox supplies. She likes keeping her clever muscles stretched and strong. Once finished with that, her strange eyes lifted to the massive wall, and it's evident she's analyzing that as well.
"It is not the same as natural," she comments finally, quizzical gaze turning to him. It confounds her that Starfleet would spare that expense with all the technology available to them, or considering how many ships this man alone has destroyed in the name of the Fleet. "Did they not wish to make it real?"
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"We've really screwed up our planet over the years, too." Huff. Up. "To make one out of real materials, we'd have to remove something natural, and Terra's still healing. Probably will be for the next ten thousand years."