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[ 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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[ Jim nods. Frankly, if he had a sizeable number of his crew here, he'd just hop onto the Enterprise and venture through the unknown space— even if they couldn't find their way back to their universe, at least they'd be free to do things their own way, rather than... this. Wherever this situation might lead them.

He doesn't particularly like being at the hands of others, and he has a feeling the whole of his crew would feel much the same way. ]

Oh, there's a... shopping center. It's really something, you gotta see it. [ Jim has gotten lost there a number of times already. Fascinating place. ] Anyway, there's a bunch of bars there. You have to pay for the drinks, but I've got some money. Enough to get us a glass, at least. [ He nudges Bones's shoulder. ] Come on. No point sitting here panicking.

[Money. Right. The reason why he was in a tiff already with this place.] What fool job did they give you to make money? Cause those bastards think I need to be an anger management counselor.

[That had to be the universe dishing out cruel irony to him. Fate was a damn bitch. Like hell he needs to be listening to other people issues and fixin' 'em when he is a fine mess.

Sighing slowly, he took a second to pull it back together. His eyes move to Jim at the nudge on his shoulder and he wants to argue. Wants to point on this is all wrong. Instead, he nods again. Cause he doesn't have any fight in him left.] Yeah... may as well. Lead on.

[He's followed Jim into space and beyond. He knows he'll always follow him.]

Seriously? [ Jim raises an eyebrow, unable to bite back a faint chuckle at that. He shakes his head, though, patting Bones on the shoulder. ] Well, at least yours is moderately related to your field of work. I'd say going from captain to bartender is a considerably more drastic downgrade.

[ At least he can make a decent cocktail though, and he's pretty and friendly enough that it earns him lots of tips. But still, he is so not loving it.

Tipping his head to the door, he moves his hand to Bones's back, urging him forward and finally lowering his arms to his sides as they make their way to the corridor. He starts leading the way to the lift so they can head back to the shuttle bay, ignoring the 'crew' that's apparently made itself at home on his ship. Not like he can do much about that right now. ]

Just cause I have a doctorate in Pscyhology, doesn't mean I'm qualified to be givin' anyone advice on how to deal with anger. [Especially when he couldn't even keep emotions out of his face when things happened. But then, Jim workin' as a bartender had a certain amusing charm to it.]

Were you not the man I know you are today, I could've seen you as a bartender before. [Not now. Jim Kirk the repeat offender, sure. Not Jim Kirk the captain of Starfleet's flag ship. Bartending was so beneath his potential it Leonard finds it offensive for him.]

Just goes to prove this place is messed up. [Focusing on that disgruntled feeling feels easier than thinking about the knots in his chest that make it hard to breathe. Knots that coil tighter the moment Jim pulls his hand away. In fact, he feels numb as he walks along toward the shuttle bay. The walk is more aimless, autopilot even.

But it shows more as he leans back against the wall instead of standing straight and tall like normal. His eyes fix to the floor until he finally closes them and lifts a hand to rub his face slowly.]

It's still a lot better than the jobs some of the people here got stuck with. [ Jim doesn't need to be a doctor to know they're often much better at handling other people's issues than their own. Bones is more than enough proof of that for him, even if he rarely ever brings that up with the doctor. He figures it's one of those things Bones wouldn't like talking about, even with Jim. ]

Oh, I'm sure they know very well what they're doing. [ He mutters as they step into the lift, voice only raising slightly once they're alone. ] Not exactly a smart move to give me a job post with actual relevance or too much access. Not that it'll stop me from trying to poke around, but they'd be stupid to make it easier for me.

[ Luckily Jim's never been the kind to get discouraged in the face of adversity. If anything he strives on it.

His gaze moves up and down Bones's figure for a moment, noting his stance and how tired and on edge he looks. ] Feeling alright, Bones?

S'pose you're right. [His tone comes softer, less edge and relenting. Jim could usually talk him down from his flare up of irascibility, but it doesn't stop the feelings from gnawing at him anyway.]

So what you're sayin' is they are puttin' you in a place you can't be a threat. [Makes sense. Not that he likes it much. If they're afraid to let Jim be a captain, it gives him the feeling of people tryin' to hide things.

His thumb presses softly into his temple while the index finger slides over an eyebrow slowly. Though, when Jim asks that question, it drops and he lifts away from the side of the lift. Out of habit, he settles more into a military 'at ease' stance and nods.] Fine as can be stuck in the middle of unknown space. What could possibly be botherin' me?

[Other than being god knows where with his daughter too far out of reach. Not that he is goin' to say anything.] I'm fine...

Maybe. It's a working theory.

[ Which is only true if the people here really have something to hide. Something that Jim's very much inclined to believe. Why not give him a command post on the ship otherwise, or at least a job related to operations or security? Hell, even a job in the science area would be better suited for him than bartending.

Jim's eyes linger on Bones, looking him up and down in silence for a good while, finally moving away as he faces the lift doors. ]

No, you're not. [ He says matter-of-factly, though in a soft, quiet tone, far from accusatory. ] Just don't forget you've got me, Bones. Even if you just feel like freaking out about... space stuff.

[ He can't do much to fix it for now, but he can at least listen and try to offer some comfort. He doesn't want Bones to feel like he has to do any part of this alone, because he doesn't. Jim won't let him, even. ]

[A sound one. He doesn't like this place. Doesn't like how it sets with him from the moment he woke up in that horrible medical bay to the 'welcome' video. But he doesn't say this out loud. He's sure Jim knows it, too.

For now he's just trying to keep it together and not panic over things he can't fix on his own. And Jim calling him on that makes his head duck slightly. He stares at the floor a moment and weighs those options. Without Jim, he knows what mess he would be. Jim always gives him a kind of gravitational center when he feels like the world is ending.

But he doesn't want to weigh the man down either. Doesn't stop the words from coming out way too small for a man so forceful in declaring his displeasure on any given day.] When I followed you into space, I knew I could at least call her.

[And didn't that just sum every bit of pain up that he had in his chest right then. The shaken laugh that leaves him is a little on this side of heartbroken. ] Think I really might throw up on you this time...

[ Jim's sure of a whole lot of things about this place so far, and most of them aren't the least bit comforting. But he also knows that listing them all out loud isn't going to make things any easier.

Not avoiding the problem here, mind. Just picking and choosing what he'll bring up, and when. Clearly Bones has more than enough on his plate trying to let all of this sink in right now, dropping even more on him isn't going to help any.

Eyes dropping briefly, his gaze flickers to Bones again, mouth opening for a hesitant moment before he speaks up. ]

I know. [ Bones doesn't often talk about Joanna, but it doesn't take much at all for Jim to know that's who he means. ] I'm sorry, Bones.

[ It's meaningful and heartfelt, and he lifts a hand to settle it on Bones's shoulder, hoping it's a comforting touch. The last remark has his lips quirking a little, and he can't help letting out a soft chuckle. ] Keeping up the tradition, I guess.

[His hands stay at his sides a little longer. The fingers tighten and open just slightly from his palm as his jaw tenses. It's a battle to keep the emotions in the damn box he so neatly keeps them in as he stares at the floor. One that doesn't break until Jim's hand lights on his shoulder.

Lifting his head, he looks at Jim before he turns his head to the side. It never works to try and disconnect when Jim pushes. The guy just has this knack of breaking down walls and getting to him.

And right now, he knows damn well he's not okay.

Letting out a long breath he didn't know he was holding, he steps closer, his head lowering to touch the forehead against Jim's shoulder as his eyes close. As a medical professional, the habit is to slide his hand just under Jim's arm against his side. It's not tight or clinging, but he feels the blonde's heartbeat through the fabric of his clothes and he can feel the rise and fall of each breath.

The steady rhythm keeps him on even ground. For a man that drug him through the most insane of situations, he's still his anchor.] Thanks, Jim...

[It's not really a hug, but he doesn't want to cross any boundaries either. So he takes what he can get and doesn't complain. It'll just be good enough.] Just means you're irreplaceable so stuff it and accept the compliment whether it makes sense or not.

[ Good thing Jim can knock down those walls so easily, honestly. Though he knows it's the doctor's tendency to keep his deepest worries and fears to himself, Jim never wanted Bones to hide those things from him, not even out of respect or a need to protect him or not give him even more burdens to deal with.

Because his friends are never a burden. Bones's problems are never a burden, and Jim just wishes he wouldn't feel like he was imposing by leaning a little more on him. How often has he dealt with Jim's own issues, after all?

So, he can't help a sense of relief when Bones leans on him, and so literally too, even if he feels anything but glad that he's so miserable. He doesn't wait for permission nor does he feel like he's stepping over any boundaries when he lifts his arms up and settles them around Bones in a loose hug. ]

Oh, so throwing up on me is a compliment. Got it, thanks for clearing that up.

[ His voice lilts in quiet amusement, and when the lift doors slide open, he slowly drops one of his arms from around Bones, the other lingering around his shoulders from the back as he guides them out to the corridor. ] Come on.

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