HELP HOW DOES I ANNIVERSARY

[boldygoing]

Brace yourselves, Nexus citizens. James Tiberius Kirk is back, after a somewhat lengthy absence. Not the one who went AWOL and scared the shit out of a lot of people, as he hasn't been gone nearly long enough to grow a beard to rival the Jim that is currently standing in the plaza looking concerned, confused, and very mildly alarmed. At the very least, he isn't behaving like it's an emergency, or like anyone's life is at stake. No, his problems are of a much more mercifully benign type today. Hooray for mundane difficulties!

"What the hell do people do for anniversaries?" he asks, once he's sure that Hunter isn't anywhere to be seen. It wouldn't do to make him seem unprepared, next week. Assuming he figures out what the hell he's going to do, that is.

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[boldygoing]

"Don't I know it." Yeah, Jim's own run-ins with the law in his not-so-distant youth were relatively straightforward, but he knows well enough what Caspar means by 'nonsense.' "If I never have to deal with it again, I'll be pretty happy."

Better to part ways on a high note this time, rather than the lingering awkwardness from the cleanup at Hunter's place. "I should probably go look into getting tickets for this Van Halen thing. Thanks again for pointing me in the right direction; I'm sure Hunter's gonna love it."

[fiveofnone]

It's not like Cylons aren't above manipulating the law to their own ends, but their preference tends towards malicious compliance, not obscuring things with excess verbiage. "Same," he agrees. "One audience before the Quorum was enough."

He'd be lying if he didn't admit some relief at the conversation ending. He didn't not like talking to Jim, but he's only good for conversation for so long before he'd prefer to be left to his own thoughts. "No problem," he says, sounding sincere for once. "Enjoy yourselves." He gives a nod goodbye before heading towards the theater selling tickets to the musical about cats.