[ It's been a nice, easy thing to throw himself into work on the station. Well, maybe not easy, but it helps keep his mind off of the situation more often than not, a situation which is still a terribly disconcerting thing despite having been through all of this abduction shit before.
Luckily, it's even something he can do. He's used to odd jobs, doing whatever pays the best never mind what it is and who it's for. Retrograde technology is familiar. Comforting in a way he only admits to himself (and maybe Yondu who, after a while, learned to leave him alone when caught in the middle of it).
Work on the station's network--a frayed broken thing that the "internet" of his 1980s surpassed, easily--is just that: comfortable. Well, in a manner of speaking, anyway. Right now, he has him stuck halfway in a duct, scrambling for parts and looking for a shorted out connection that needs replacing. He hadn't cared much about being in the way, or how intrusive the overflow of his music is--bared out from headphones set off to the side like sad speakers (he'll have to do something about that later)--but he hadn't really anticipated being interrupted, either.
[ Working on the ship and Network was comforting to Jim, too. At least enough in that it kept him busy. Distracted. And that's all he really needed. Couldn't spend all his time drinking, no matter how tempting it was some days.
Being on a station cycle wasn't all that different from the ship. Same dark space outside of the windows. No artificial sun or sky there to tell him when was when, etc. He could make a trip to the Greenery if he really wanted it but most days he found more solace in the stars outside. Even if he still didn't know the systems they made.
It's the music that catches his attention, first. Seeing a pair of legs and an ass sticking out of the air duct was what made him continue to walk over. He smirks as he recognizes the song and then gives one of Peter's legs a nudge with the toe of his boot, not saying a word before doing so. ]
[ Peter startles at the movement, and jumps, slamming his head on the roof of the duct he'd stuck in, finally growling back through it: ]
Some of us work around here, asshole!
[ It isn't so easy to shimmy backward from where he is, and he really needed to get this wiring replaced. But worse: there's no way to do that and still come out on top of a conversation. There's no winning with shimmying. (If it's not good enough for a dance competition, it sure as hell isn't good enough here.)
[ He flinches at the bump that can only be a head hitting metal and is torn between cringing and trying not to laugh out loud. He covers his mouth, shoulders shaking, before his hands go back to his hips, ]
What the hell are you doing with Beastie Boys music, Star-butt?
[ This demands a face-to-face answer. He knows enough about this guy, Kirk, that...he needs to see these words coming from his face. There's no way. There's no way in hell he knows--
Screw the indignity of trying to crawl back out of the duct--which involves hitting his head again as he pulls himself out. He stands, acts like this hadn't been awkward one single bit (except...well), and puffs his chest out a bit. ]
You know what this-- [ he pulls out the Zune and shakes it a little ] --is?
[ Jim has to look away so he doesn't laugh at the way Peter works his way out of the duct but has himself composed again by the time he's out, hands on his hips and brows raised up.
He nods, ]
Yeah. I know them. Used to listen to them when I was a kid.
[ But then he squints at the Zune. ]
Is that... an mp3 player? Where did you get that, those things are ancient.
[ Peter pulls back a bit at the question, looking between Kirk and his Zune. Ancient isn't the word he'd ever use for it--it's miles from the technology he'd been using for the better part of thirty years. He looks just as confused about it. He'd been told the thing had been found, implied as junk so maybe it's true? ]
Ancient? I didn't even know something could hold this much music until a month ago.
[ Considering the player itself was something that went out of style and production with the rising popularity of the iPod, Kirk has to disagree. But it became pretty obvious pretty fast that things were different from Peter's end. Which is genuinely strange for him to wrap his head around but, hey. Wouldn't be his first run-in with time travel shenanigans.
But it's ultimately why he tries to approach it from a different route. ]
Well, based on the time that's passed in my world, it's considered "old tech" more or less. But if it works - and it sounds like it does - that's great. Anything's better than listening to the drone of a station.
[ He holds out a hand, ]
Can I see what you got on it? Might know a few more songs.
[ Peter rolls his eyes through the explanation of "old tech." ] You think this is bad, you should have seen my Walkman. Worked like a dream.
[ Which brings him to Kirk's request. It pings something deep, that question. The memory of his destroyed Sony tapedeck is still raw; it shouldn't feel like losing his mom all over again, but it does. The pause here as he considers it is much longer than anything deemed socially acceptable. He stares down at the device in his hand like it's...well, like it's Yondu.
Which is stupid, because Yondu is here.
But he does anyway. He considers and finally shoves it over like he's about to change his mind if he doesn't just do it right now. (And he might). ]
If this is all super old to you, how do you know who the Beastie Boys are?
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Luckily, it's even something he can do. He's used to odd jobs, doing whatever pays the best never mind what it is and who it's for. Retrograde technology is familiar. Comforting in a way he only admits to himself (and maybe Yondu who, after a while, learned to leave him alone when caught in the middle of it).
Work on the station's network--a frayed broken thing that the "internet" of his 1980s surpassed, easily--is just that: comfortable. Well, in a manner of speaking, anyway. Right now, he has him stuck halfway in a duct, scrambling for parts and looking for a shorted out connection that needs replacing. He hadn't cared much about being in the way, or how intrusive the overflow of his music is--bared out from headphones set off to the side like sad speakers (he'll have to do something about that later)--but he hadn't really anticipated being interrupted, either.
(Which, really, is practically begging for it.) ]
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Being on a station cycle wasn't all that different from the ship. Same dark space outside of the windows. No artificial sun or sky there to tell him when was when, etc. He could make a trip to the Greenery if he really wanted it but most days he found more solace in the stars outside. Even if he still didn't know the systems they made.
It's the music that catches his attention, first. Seeing a pair of legs and an ass sticking out of the air duct was what made him continue to walk over. He smirks as he recognizes the song and then gives one of Peter's legs a nudge with the toe of his boot, not saying a word before doing so. ]
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Some of us work around here, asshole!
[ It isn't so easy to shimmy backward from where he is, and he really needed to get this wiring replaced. But worse: there's no way to do that and still come out on top of a conversation. There's no winning with shimmying. (If it's not good enough for a dance competition, it sure as hell isn't good enough here.)
Damn it. ]
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What the hell are you doing with Beastie Boys music, Star-butt?
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[ This demands a face-to-face answer. He knows enough about this guy, Kirk, that...he needs to see these words coming from his face. There's no way. There's no way in hell he knows--
Screw the indignity of trying to crawl back out of the duct--which involves hitting his head again as he pulls himself out. He stands, acts like this hadn't been awkward one single bit (except...well), and puffs his chest out a bit. ]
You know what this-- [ he pulls out the Zune and shakes it a little ] --is?
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He nods, ]
Yeah. I know them. Used to listen to them when I was a kid.
[ But then he squints at the Zune. ]
Is that... an mp3 player? Where did you get that, those things are ancient.
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Ancient? I didn't even know something could hold this much music until a month ago.
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But it's ultimately why he tries to approach it from a different route. ]
Well, based on the time that's passed in my world, it's considered "old tech" more or less. But if it works - and it sounds like it does - that's great. Anything's better than listening to the drone of a station.
[ He holds out a hand, ]
Can I see what you got on it? Might know a few more songs.
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[ Which brings him to Kirk's request. It pings something deep, that question. The memory of his destroyed Sony tapedeck is still raw; it shouldn't feel like losing his mom all over again, but it does. The pause here as he considers it is much longer than anything deemed socially acceptable. He stares down at the device in his hand like it's...well, like it's Yondu.
Which is stupid, because Yondu is here.
But he does anyway. He considers and finally shoves it over like he's about to change his mind if he doesn't just do it right now. (And he might). ]
If this is all super old to you, how do you know who the Beastie Boys are?