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[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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[winscenario]

I'll keep that in mind. What's your name, by the way?

Well apparently I'm a bartender somewhere. That's something I can do, at least, although I'm more skilled at drinking cocktails than I am at making them.
How easy is it to make a career change around here?

[herbalsupplements]

[What should people call him here? There's a longer delay than usual while Kurama looks at his dog tags again, reminding himself that they bear his real name instead of his human one. Ugh, lack of choices.]

My name is Kurama.

Your guess is as good as mine on the efficiency of career changes, but at least if the money proves insufficient you're in one of the few sectors where some cultures deem it acceptable to tip the worker. Pay a gratuity fee, that is, not shove you over.

[Since he doubts that's a bit of vocabulary that would survive in a world without currency.]

[winscenario]

Alright. Nice to meet you, Kurama. Jim'll do fine, by the way.

[ Since people so far seem to be under the impression he'd rather be addressed as 'Captain' or 'Kirk'. ]

Yeah? That's nice. And I figured you meant that kind of tipping, but thanks for clearing that up. I'd hate to learn the hard way if people liked to shove their servers just for kicks.

[ They do have old movies and stuff, and despite not having any active currency, they learn about it at school and the like. ]

[herbalsupplements]

Then Jim it is.

[They're being respectful! Kurama, for one, is impressed, even if he has his doubts about "tipping" surviving in the lexicon of people who aren't history nerds in an era beyond currency.]

Don't worry, normally that sort of thing is limited to places where they pay extra for the privilege.

[winscenario]

[ Well... yeah okay, Jim may or may not be a bit of a history nerd. But that does happen to be an expression that's not entirely foreign to humans. One of those things that just stuck around throughout the decades. ]

Oh, good. Maybe I should look into my contract, just to make sure there's not some clause in there stating I've got to take it.

What job did you get assigned to?

[herbalsupplements]

[There was going to be a crack about the fine print, but Kurama puts that aside. It'll only get drowned out by his 100% true answer.]

I'm a technician with a company that genetically engineers fungi. Apparently we sell novelty flavored mushrooms in the supermarkets.

[winscenario]

Really? [ His skepticism almost comes through even via text. ] Guess there really is a market for just about anything, huh?

[herbalsupplements]

I suppose we'll find out! I mostly work on cheese molds, so I haven't had a chance to hear how they're doing yet.

[winscenario]

And that's all produced by the same company? [ Asked with genuine curiosity, as Jim knows next to nothing about corporations and businesses of this sort. ]

[herbalsupplements]

Yeasts and other things, as well. The fungi necessary to the production of various foods requires more assistance to thrive in space, so we're helping the evolutionary process along and seeing what else we can cook up along the way.

[He's... actually pretty happy with this job, it's exactly what Kurama likes to do with his plants, if slower.]

[winscenario]

I see. So a lot of 'science meets food industry'. Sounds fun. If that's your sort of thing, anyway.

[ He seems to know a lot about it, at least, so there's that. ]