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There is another newcomer to the Nexus who is hanging out on a patch of grass at the park sitting cross-legged with a laptop resting in his lap. And buzzing high above Marcus is a helicopter drone, and if one were to peer over his lap, they would see he is trying to capture an image of a small nest with the camera attachment of the drone.

Sure, he figures he ought to ask questions of where he is, but Marcus isn't the freaking out sort when it comes for his love of sci-fi portals. "A'right..." He stops flying the drone, and he leaves it to whir over the nest of fire lizards. "I got a question to ask. What is your favorite hobby?" It is a simple question, and one he thinks will get many answers. He looks excited from the look on his face.

Oh boy, oh boy. He has a way back home, and he cannot wait to tell Wrench and Josh about this place. "This place is so awesome..." He squeals under his breath. "An inter-dimensional portal to another universe is my wet dream of wet dreams. Hahaha. Wrench eat your mask."

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To a man of the 23rd century all of this is outdated, but he does his best to acclimate to his surroundings. Plus, outdated doesn't necessarily mean not interesting. People love classic cars and shit and Jim's enthusiasm for engineering means he's always interested in learning new things. Or old things that are new to him.

Either way.

"I'd love to say I'm good at it, but mostly the parkouring I do is away from shit going wrong." The captain gives a shake of his head before he approaches the young man. "It helps if you get some private lessons from a Vulcan, and by that I mean losing constantly."

And he is using the 21st century version of a stone tablet and donkey cart, with a world that is by in large normal. But Marcus has no problem with his lot in life. Moving the laptop that is covered with stickers from his lap, Marcus gets up to carefully collect the drone.

"You're not the only one who does parkouring to escape shit that's gone wrong. Then again that's because I stuck my nose somewhere it doesn't belo..." He stops dead center between himself, Kirk, and his drone. Vulcan? Did this guy just say Vulcan? Marcus looks a tad bit confused.

"Yeah, I guess someone who's like a Vulcan has some mad chess skills." This guy is totally pulling his leg. But, but, but, he just was petting a Pokemon not too long ago. "A game that is totally focused on logic. But I prefer to do things with a lot less predictability. You know, like video games."

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear your life necessitates that kinda running."

Not to say that sort of thing isn't ever fun because the adrenaline junkie in Jim Kirk loves it more than he should admit. But it also is usually painful and nearly always ends with someone dying. Less than ideal.

"It doesn't have to be focused on logic. The only games I've ever beaten my first officer, I've done by being as illogical as possible." The memory makes Jim grin a but smugly. "Made him madder than hell, though of course he wouldn't admit it." He takes a seat on a bench near the kid and sips at his coffee for a moment again.

"I've never been one for simulations, personally. But I do get the appeal."

"But the shit that went wrong was all for a good cause, my man."

Marcus verse a world built on lies and deceit, or the little guy being stepped on in the name of greed. And now he is here for a nice long break, or maybe a medium break seeing a whistleblower's job is never done.

And trying to keep himself cool and collective now is key. And so far, Marcus thinks he is doing pretty good. "Man I would have loved to have seen the look on his face. Being illogical is something I'm a pro at, one has to if they want to get a leg up on those dastardly doers and doees of evil."