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nexus_crossings2018-12-03 09:36 pm
smartass_captain) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-12-03 09:36 pm
Impromptu Family Meetups
It's that time of year. Holidays around every corner, family and friends dropping in unannounced, needing to be entertained and fed and plied with stories of how you've been, how is work, and all sorts of things. The thing is, for most of Jim Kirk's life he's never known any of that. It's hard to have sudden family visits when you don't have much in the way of family and aren't speaking to damn near all of them.
Which makes this day exceptionally stressful.
No Starfleet uniform today--even if Jim wanted to he's not allowed to wear any of his own clothes for where he's about to be headed. Instead he's dressed in a soft wool tunic in his preferred golden color and simple linen pants beneath the fur lined cloak he's got pulled over his clothes. Gloved hands fidget with the ties on all of this, a nervous habit he can't quite stop himself from making.
He stops his pacing when he nearly stumbles over a passer-by with how lost in thought he is and it's only then that the captain looks up at whomever he's nearly trodden upon.
"What's the best way to impress your in-laws? What's the etiquette for meeting someone's family for the first time?"
Which makes this day exceptionally stressful.
No Starfleet uniform today--even if Jim wanted to he's not allowed to wear any of his own clothes for where he's about to be headed. Instead he's dressed in a soft wool tunic in his preferred golden color and simple linen pants beneath the fur lined cloak he's got pulled over his clothes. Gloved hands fidget with the ties on all of this, a nervous habit he can't quite stop himself from making.
He stops his pacing when he nearly stumbles over a passer-by with how lost in thought he is and it's only then that the captain looks up at whomever he's nearly trodden upon.
"What's the best way to impress your in-laws? What's the etiquette for meeting someone's family for the first time?"
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"Oh yeah, thank fantasy Romans with magic. It's kind of insane."
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"I'm guessing these aren't, you know, Roman Romans."
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He offers a shrug of his shoulders.
"More dragon symbolism than eagles though. And from what I've heard those are as real as the eagles over there."
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He smiles in reply, adjusting his own coat.
"A fellow explorer, eh? My name's Kinner. I used to be a member of an Antarctic expedition."
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He will so hold out a hand for shaking by way of greeting. Meeting a man who walks a similar road to him never fails to pique Jim's interest.
"Antarctic exploration? When abouts are you from?"
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A captain, huh? Kinner's impressed, and reminded of Garry slightly.
Kinner warmly accepts Jim's handshake before formally introducing himself. "Joseph Kinner, of the Secondary Magnetic Expedition in 1938. Team cook."
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Icy, desolate, and cold would be his guesses but that's based off experience offworld.
"Must have been pretty when the weather let up."
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Jim's guess isn't far off from how Kinner would have described Antarctica.
"They don't call it the worst place in the world for nothing. It was pretty when I wasn't stumbling around blind in the snow. Believe me, I wouldn't go back there if I had a choice. Our expedition ended badly, I'm sad to say. I was one of the casualties."
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It's not the first he's heard of someone dying to end up in the Nexus but it always unsettles the captain every time he comes across someone who's made it here in that way. It leaves the door open for too many faces he'd wish so badly to see....and many more faces he never wants to see again...potentially ending up in the Nexus too.
"You found a place to stay I hope?"
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He wonders if any of the others would find their way here. Like Jim, he both wishes and doesn't wish to see anyone on his team in the Nexus. If they came, he would hope it wasn't because they died like him. He wouldn't wish death at the tentacles of the Thing on anybody, least of all his crew.
"Yes. I have an apartment I've rented and a food cart in the Plaza."
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Jim licks at his bottom lip absently for a moment or two before shaking himself out of whatever train of thought he threatened to be come lost in and nods more confidently this time. Whatever happened before can't be chanced but Joe's future here is anything but certain.
In a good way.
"Glad to hear it. Takes all kinds in a place like this."