video; un: kirk

[winscenario]

[ Yet another new face to greet the network, and likely not for the first time, it's the face of someone who's clearly bent over backwards to try and figure out where he is and how he got here. To no avail, evidently. He's stranded, pretty much, he's managed to figure that much out.

But that's not even what's the most puzzling about all this. You see, traveling across the galaxy has made him more prone to accept that he can get snatched up, either on purpose or by accident, or even that he might trip over some dimension-breaking wormhole and end up in an alternate reality.

At least this one doesn't have another version of him (so far), so there's that.

But anyway. Onto trying to figure some things out, at least. ]

This is Captain James T. Kirk, of the USS Enterprise. I understand that likely means nothing to most of you, if not everyone, but I'll make it quick: the Enterprise is the flagship of the United Federation of Planets, operated by Starfleet, from the 23rd century, year 2263.

[ He'll skip on explaining the Federation or Starfleet for now. If anyone asks then he'll get into more detail. More pressing matters, though. ]

My ship is here, but my crew is not. Not unless I'm missing something, and if anyone can tell me where should I go to look for them, then I'd appreciate it. I... welcome the help of the Eluvio crew being on board to help me run my ship, [ No he doesn't. ] but I'd much rather have my crew, as you can likely imagine.

[ He sighs quietly, a show of frustration more than anything else. ]

On an unrelated note, would anyone mind taking a couple of hours to explain to me how currency works? I'm not... used to handling it. I'm crap at it too, if we're being completely honest. [ Seriously, does he really have to have a job? Ugh. ]

Other than that... well, I guess we're all stuck here, so I'd like to get to know everyone to some degree. So hit me up and let's chat sometime.

[ There, harmless and vague enough. And with a friendly smile, he leans in to end the feed. ]

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( un: apollo )

[aploun]

Don't think it'll take hours, but I can show you how the currency system here works.

Or, really, what I found easiest.

[winscenario]

Great. So long as I know how to use it, works for me. I don't even know how much a cup of coffee's supposed to cost these days. Literally.

[aploun]

Honestly, I'm not used to coffee costing anything. Just one of those things provided for the crew where I came from.

They say the anomalies aren't their fault but they could provide coffee. Even decaf might be appreciated.

There's a couple places around here that range from cheap to pretty expensive with fancy made up names and sprinkles and syrups on them.

[winscenario]

We have replicators on my ship, so we can have pretty much any food or drink we want, among a myriad of other things.
You were on a starship too, or some other kind of vessel?

Plain black works for me. It's not like I have a lot of money to spend anyway. I think.
Join me?

[aploun]

Those would've come in handy. Many times. But, yes, I was on a starship. Battleship, not one of the civilian carriers in the fleet.

Then I know the perfect place. Coffee's cheap and so is the food, but it's good.

[ And he inputs the directions to a diner near the food court area here. ]

[winscenario]

Got it. Mine's an exploratory vessel. Though she is armed, it's only for defense purposes. Wasn't built for battle or anything like that.
Yours didn't come with you, by any chance?

Got it, thanks. I'll be there in around ten. I think. [ Not really sure about distances yet, so he might take a little longer. ]

[aploun]

No. Probably for the best, honestly. She was old and things were getting bad at the end. But, okay yeah, sure. I'll be there. Blue shirt.

[ And he'll be there in a booth near the door waiting. Also eating a slice of pie because that's not so bad here either... ]

[winscenario]

Got it. If I can't spot you, I'll just yell out for 'apollo'.

[ He's joking, by the way. A few minutes later he walks through the door, probably a bit later than he said he would, his eyes scanning the room before finally landing on the guy sitting in the booth. ]

Apollo, I take it? [ Though it could very well be his actual name, so. Jim won't rule that out. ] I'm Jim.

[aploun]

[ Look, it wouldn't be the first time someone's done that to him. He doesn't expect there to be a last. So, while it isn't yelling, he still takes it in stride and offers a friendly sort of smile as he gestures for Jim to sit down. ]

Yeah, [ he laughs a little, ] that's me. My callsign back— [ Does he even say back home? There really isn't any home anymore and space was and has been his home. For all he knows they might come across New Earth. What an awkward hiccup... ] on Galactica. Most people just call me Lee, though.

[winscenario]

Alright. Lee, then. [ He takes the seat opposite his, looking around the place with a weird kind of fascination. While he's not entirely unfamiliar with the concept of bars and the like, this still looks vastly different from what he knows back on Earth. His Earth, anyway.

When a waiter comes by, he asks for a cup of coffee for himself, then turns his attention back to Lee. ] Didn't leave you waiting long, I hope?