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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. ]

Comments

[indigo5a]

What's a replicator? Like a 3D printer?

[ She's not exactly sure how such an invention could dispense with the need for capital. After all, you can't just create something from nothing. If someone did invent such a thing, that would be even more impressive than The Machine. ]

[winscenario]

[ He offers a chuckle at that. ]

Nothing quite that simple. A replicator's a machine capable of creating and recycling objects. You can use them to get just about anything, from food and drinks to clothes, machine parts, even weapons. So long as a specific object's programmed into the computer, then it can be created.

[indigo5a]

[ Sounds like science-fiction to Shaw. But someone might have said the same about an all-seeing AI who could predict events in the future. ]

What does it draw material from? Thin air?

[winscenario]

Among other things, yes. [ His lip twitches; he can tell she's being sarcastic but his answer, to a degree, is a truthful one. ]

Replicators recycle any items you can think of and break them down to the smallest particles, then reassemble them to take the shape of whatever material you want, provided the matrix is uploaded into the computer. So technically it can use thin air. Or trash. Food leftovers, what have you. Lavoisier's law taken to the ultimate level, if you will.

[indigo5a]

Hm.

[ It does seem so ecological and efficient and utopian. Shaw is skeptical. ]

You can replicate Scotch?

[ Priorities, she has them. ]

[winscenario]

[ Jim laughs. Well, he can't really fault her priorities there. And it reminds him of someone he knows too, so. ]

Yes, thankfully. Any kind of drink you can think of.

[indigo5a]

[ Hmm. Still dubious, but curious too. ]

Heh. And your ship ... does it have replicators on it?

[winscenario]

Yes. Sadly, but not surprisingly, they don't work here. A number of features are disabled. [ Much to his annoyance. ] So if that was your way to ask me to get you a drink, sorry to disappoint you. I've got to pay for it like everyone else here.

[indigo5a]

[ She gives a snort that answers that suggestion. She was more interested in the magical printer, but if it makes you feel better... ]

I guess I'll have to live with disappointment, [ she says dryly. ]

[winscenario]

[ Sorry Shaw, he also cannot print you infinite weapons.

Her answer gets a faint chuckle from him. ] Right, you sound thoroughly disappointed about it.

[indigo5a]

[ No weapons? Now that's a damn shame, isn't it? ]

What? This is my devastated voice. [ Doesn't it sound like it? ]

[winscenario]

[ Well he does have a few phasers on board but he's not about to go around handing them over. ]

Your devastated has a pretty sharp sarcastic edge to it.

[indigo5a]

[ That would be smart. Don't hand over weapons to random folks ... they might be sociopaths. ]

Does it? No one's told me that before.

[winscenario]

[ He chuckles again, shaking his head behind his communicator. ]

You remind me of someone. Sarcasm-wise, anyway.

[indigo5a]

....that's not a pick-up line, right? [ if so, very cliche. ]

[winscenario]

[ That gets a soft laugh out of him. ]

What? No. Trust me, you'd know if I were hitting on you. I'm not exactly given to subtlety. [ Also he has other things to worry about right now. ] I did mean that. Reminds me of my best friend.