Family Matters

[boldygoing]

There's a starship captain in the Plaza, sitting at an outdoor cafe style table which bears a half-consumed cup of coffee and a glowing, transparent datapad. Jim Kirk is not in uniform, clad in well-worn civilian clothes, though given that his shirt says PROPERTY OF STARFLEET ACADEMY in faded text, he's probably not trying to be covert. He's fairly focused on the datapad, and one might assume that he's catching up on reports or requisition forms during his off-hours if not for the quietly contemplative look on his face.

And, of course, the fact that he's chosen to take a break here rather than anywhere near Starfleet property.

His thoughts don't remain a mystery for long, as this does tend to be the place to go for advice, no matter how small the matter. "How's your relationship with your family? Have you ever tried to reconnect after spending years apart?"

There's an empty chair on the other side of the table. Feel free to have a seat, if you'd like.



[OOC: Tags don't seem to work, but dupes are okay!]

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[sumarusfinest]

Katsuya retrieves a pen from his suit pocket and carefully prints his contact information on a sheet of paper before passing it over to the captain.

"I specialize in firearms and arson investigation, though I've some magical talent in the realm of fire and am qualified in hand to hand combat as well." Underneath his name and number, there's an address and the name Crossroads Cafe.

"Usually one can find me here in the plaza at that address. Mind, it's the Nexus so sometimes the location shifts. But the number on the building is always the same. If I'm in the Nexus, statistically speaking it will be there."

[boldygoing]

Jim mentally files all that away where he'll hopefully remember it later, and inputs the actual contact info in his communicator. He doesn't have pen or paper on him, so he tears off a blank area from the same sheet Katsuya gave him. "Can I borrow your pen for a second?" he asks, so he can jot down his own contact information. The rest of the paper, he folds up and shoves in a pants pocket.

If Katsuya knows another Jim Kirk, he's probably got a decent idea of what kind of help this Jim can offer, but it doesn't hurt to make sure. "No magic on my end, but I do have access to a decent amount of twenty-third century tech, including phasers and tricorders. I've also got training in hand-to-hand, engineering, and some linguistics. I can't promise full support from my ship, but a few of my senior officers know about this place and have combat training if it's needed. Hopefully that doesn't happen anytime soon." It sounds to him like there's been enough trouble in this part of the Nexus recently.