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Jim Kirk ([personal profile] smartass_captain) wrote in [community profile] 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?"
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[personal profile] outpostcook 2018-12-08 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"2200s, huh?" Kinner whistles. "What's it like there? Can't say I've been."

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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[personal profile] outpostcook 2018-12-09 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
Kinner nods, to reassure Jim that he's safe and well. "I'm fine. The creature that kiled me can't follow me here. I mean, I would've rather not died, but that's the way of things, I guess."

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."