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bakerstreet2025-05-26 11:15 am
sneaks) wrote in bakerstreet2025-05-26 11:15 am
[The stray.
We can do some pre-canon->AU shit for crosscanon, where you realize this delinquent with the 'fight everything' attitude is actually a neglected teenager; we can do stuff with canonmates bringing Sakura home because something's wrong with his place or he shouldn't be alone for some other reason. #3, 5, 11, 15, 18 are particular favorites.]
We can do some pre-canon->AU shit for crosscanon, where you realize this delinquent with the 'fight everything' attitude is actually a neglected teenager; we can do stuff with canonmates bringing Sakura home because something's wrong with his place or he shouldn't be alone for some other reason. #3, 5, 11, 15, 18 are particular favorites.]
[Can go either way, since he's very much a stray, but also quick to take in someone in need, especially if he already has a connection with them somehow.]
[OOC: Open to everything really, both canon and cross-canon. He’s used to working alone.]
[AU version of Viktor when he's around 16 or so on the streets.]
Edited 2025-05-26 18:33 (UTC)
Jack had been watching the young man on the streets for a few nights, following him because he worried. He had no reason to worry about a stranger but that didn't stop him. He looked so young, too young. Jack wondered what had happened to send such a young man to the streets. He'd seen enough people on the streets to know the way he looked at the resturants. The young man was starving.
"Do you want to go in and have dinner?" Jack asked as he walked up beside the younger man stading across the street from the resturant.
"Do you want to go in and have dinner?" Jack asked as he walked up beside the younger man stading across the street from the resturant.
[pretty obvious that he's the one to take someone in.]
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2025-05-26 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ could go either way, but considering his substance use, more likely to be taken in ]
[ he has a bad habit of taking in strays ]
[Most likely the stray, but either role is fine!]
[ the one taking in the stray ]
((OOC: I have two Russian strays. Or, rather, an American turned into a Russian and a Russian turned into a sort of American (Nat). Interested in either?))
The first time Logan sees the kid (kid? He's a teenager, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, but they all look so young to Logan at this point), he's in a scrap against two other teenagers his age, and Logan doesn't have time that day to stop or intervene, but it looks like the boy with the piebald hair can hold his own, anyway.
The second time, though, that Logan notices Sakura in the street, he's surrounded by five grown men and looks like he's determined to handle them in the same way, with his fists and feet and sheer determination on his side (while at least one of the adult thugs is reaching for a knife). And beyond that, there's a woman behind the teenager, wide-eyed, clearly using him for protection.
And this time, Logan has nothing pressing drawing him away from the matter.
The second time, though, that Logan notices Sakura in the street, he's surrounded by five grown men and looks like he's determined to handle them in the same way, with his fists and feet and sheer determination on his side (while at least one of the adult thugs is reaching for a knife). And beyond that, there's a woman behind the teenager, wide-eyed, clearly using him for protection.
And this time, Logan has nothing pressing drawing him away from the matter.
[ either role works, though probably the stray. ]
[Either role is fine, whether you might be a soul lost in Hell that she might hesitate before smacking, or you might find her on earth after she's separated from Pazelius.]
[ it's been about a month since the enterprise took on their new... well, refugee is the term closest to accurate, jim guesses, in the way that all people who come unbidden and against their will from other timelines are refugees. and in the way how a romulan as un-romulan as narek is just inherently a refugee by default.
it's a learning curve on both ends, but jim's been hoping they've managed to skirt past the biggest elephant(s) in the room(s).
and for the most part, they have. there are some things they've been trying to work through still that he's sure are going to take time: members of the crew who let their gaze skate across and off of him because lingering means they'll have to acknowledge things they'd rather not, a couple of fired-up arguments. however, most of the crew steps in line thanks to the fact that if anyone could and should be a cunt to a random romulan, it'd be spock or jim kirk, both of whom are steadfast and pointed in their treatment of their guest.
('guest' is better than 'prisoner,' because while at no point have they indicated him to be such, the truth of the matter is that frankly, this is the only place in this universe other than some kind of grounded-on-planet political asylum where narek is going to be able to exist.)
a couple of weeks back, they'd gone through and dealt with the concept of lacking a grounding compass of identity in a space where the romulan's inherent makeup was something potentially unpalatable to others and they'd tried to figure out a balance between romulan and not-romulan while here. jim hopes it'd helped, at least. things've been okay since, or at least that's what he's figured.
today's not going great, though. jim waves spock off as they both step out of his ready room; he squeezes the vulcan's shoulder and shakes his head with a sigh. ]
Hell of a call to get when we're this far out, but I'll handle it. Take the conn while I'm busy.
[ he doesn't leave room for argument. much like how when he knocks on the door to narek's quarters and, after waiting for permission to enter, steps inside to sit on the sofa in the room, his demeanor screams 'unskippable conversation, pressing x will do nothing.' ]
On the scale of fun conversations this one's going to be low as hell, but neither of us have much of a choice in the matter and I want your involvement.
it's a learning curve on both ends, but jim's been hoping they've managed to skirt past the biggest elephant(s) in the room(s).
and for the most part, they have. there are some things they've been trying to work through still that he's sure are going to take time: members of the crew who let their gaze skate across and off of him because lingering means they'll have to acknowledge things they'd rather not, a couple of fired-up arguments. however, most of the crew steps in line thanks to the fact that if anyone could and should be a cunt to a random romulan, it'd be spock or jim kirk, both of whom are steadfast and pointed in their treatment of their guest.
('guest' is better than 'prisoner,' because while at no point have they indicated him to be such, the truth of the matter is that frankly, this is the only place in this universe other than some kind of grounded-on-planet political asylum where narek is going to be able to exist.)
a couple of weeks back, they'd gone through and dealt with the concept of lacking a grounding compass of identity in a space where the romulan's inherent makeup was something potentially unpalatable to others and they'd tried to figure out a balance between romulan and not-romulan while here. jim hopes it'd helped, at least. things've been okay since, or at least that's what he's figured.
today's not going great, though. jim waves spock off as they both step out of his ready room; he squeezes the vulcan's shoulder and shakes his head with a sigh. ]
Hell of a call to get when we're this far out, but I'll handle it. Take the conn while I'm busy.
[ he doesn't leave room for argument. much like how when he knocks on the door to narek's quarters and, after waiting for permission to enter, steps inside to sit on the sofa in the room, his demeanor screams 'unskippable conversation, pressing x will do nothing.' ]
On the scale of fun conversations this one's going to be low as hell, but neither of us have much of a choice in the matter and I want your involvement.
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