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[It's only been a few days, so Kirk hasn't given up on his daily routine. Wake up, head outside, tap at his comm badge. It chirps.]

Scotty, come in.

[Nothing. Another tap, another chirp.]

Could sure use a pick up right about now.

[Still nothing. One more tap.]

Spock.

[NO ONE IS THERE, KIRK. He tips his head back, staring up at the sky. Yeah, he kind of expected as much, given that this whole song and dance didn't work the last two times either. But he's still got to try. He hunches a little as a cold wind seems to slice right through him, then turns to walk briskly down the street. Maybe he'll put some of that money to use and buy a decent coat and some winter clothes.]

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Trying to get out of here.

[He's holding up his tricorder to see if he can at least get some sort of reading on the planet itself, see if it's registered in any of the Starfleet Archives, but all it does is beep stupidly at him. He gives it a few knocks with the heel of his palm, and it squeals and beeps some more. He still hasn't glanced at Dean, but at this point he shoots him a glance.]

Guess I'm having about as much luck with that as anybody else who got dropped here, huh?

[The smile is kind of dry.] Do you really think we'd still be here if we had another option?

[And now he's seeing a bit more of his face.... hmm... not that the uniform wasn't familiar, but Trekkies.... yeah. They don't always dress like normal people. But this is way too much from the little bit that he can see and it's not like weirder things haven't happened...] Hey. Don't I know you from somewhere? [But he'll do this thing.... in the least likely way to start a fight possible. Because holy crap, you're awesome *A*]

There's always an option. We've just got to find out where it's hiding.

[His expression is optimistic and confident, with just a little bit of a grin. Putting away the tricorder, he extends his hand.]

Don't think so. Name's Jim. Jim Kirk.

Good luck with that one, dude.

I know! [And he's shaking hands with Kirk.... and breaking it gently almost, almost goes down the pan. No, seriously, he's so fucking excited right now, you don't even know.] I mean, I've heard a load of stuff about you and your crew. Seriously. You and me? We need to get drinks some time.

[The fact that this is weird is... completely nullified by the fact it's kirk. Yeah, okay, Dean's a happy guy right now. ~~It's almost as good as doctor sexy (If Gabe hadn't ruined that by wearing sneakers. Dammit Gabriel.)~~]

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Really?

[Kirk's ~~giant~~ eyebrows go up, a sparkle in his eyes. He didn't know he had fans. He can't exactly follow Earth news.]

The Enterprise is a great ship, almost as good as the crew. Glad to know I'm not the only one who thinks so.

[He pumps Dean's hand.]

Drinks sound good to me. ...You haven't told me your name, though.

Really.

Awesome crew and awesome ship. It's a shame you didn't have anyone come with - having Spock here would have been awesome, too. Not that, you know, I'm saying I'd rather- [...] I'll stop. [>____>;;]

[Oh. Uh. Oops. Slightly shamefaced grin.] I'm Dean. Winchester. Sorry, got kinda.... [Embarrassing.] Caught up, I guess. Not everyday you meet someone you've [Automatically editing himself from 'seen in films and shit' to:] heard so much about.

[Spock? Really? How did the Vulcan get to be so popular? ...Well. Kirk supposes he has his 'charms'. Sometimes.]

We could use his pointy-eared logical brain right about now.

[He folds his arms with a sigh.]

You been stuck on this planet long, Dean?

[Okay. Calm self. Stop being a teenage girl. Okay.]

It'd probably help a lot.

[okay. He's in control of himself now. A bit. It was just the surprise, that's all! The question pulls him up, and he's thinking.] Well, here it's been about a year and a half or so. I think. And it's damned sure the longest amount of time I've been somewhere I don't want to be. [He pulls a face. Goddamned this place.]

A year and a half?!

[His brows shoot up incredulously. He does a half pace, dragging his hands down his face and blowing out his breath. All right, so he might actually be a cosmic castaway. He gives his tricorder a shake before swinging it in a slow arc overhead. The device chirps noncommittally.]

Not even a hint of a signal. There's gotta be a way out of this place.

Yeah. There's a few of us who have been here that long, some a lot less. [He's not going to mention the people who got sent home.] We've had... kind of an influx of new people, too. Most I've seen all at once - even in the beginning there were only ten or so of us all at once. [He shrugs]

Short of yelling 'Beam me up, Scotty' at the sky, we've tried pretty much everything between us all.

We can cross that option off the list now.

[He doesn't even realize Dean just made a reference joke, just looking up at the sky as if Scotty will surprise them and beam them up as requested. No such luck.]

So what do you do now?

[He's having a hard time just reconciling himself to going out and living like one of the townsfolk.]

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...Yeah, I guess we can. [Disappointed sounding? a little. He wants to get on the goddamned enterprise.]

You find yourself a place to live and don't blow all your cash at once. Best advice I've got. Sorry, man. [Yeah, he feels you on that one. Even with his patchwork family.... civilian life is still fucking weird. That's why he gets extra cash from bounty hunting in what little free time he has. It at least scratches an itch.] But there's plenty to do at least? Mall, a bar, a lot shit to explore, and if you get too bored, there's always the jobs. I'll give you a freebie - the money from bounty hunting the monsters here doesn't suck, and could even be counted as fun.

[Give it time. If the right situation comes up where he desperately needs the advice or help of his crew, Jim might very well break down and put up an Archway.]

Bounty hunting monsters? Wait, how is this fun?

[He didn't enjoy running away from the last monster that came barreling after him for a quick meal, that's for sure. But Dean has his attention, because even that sounds better than 'wake up, eat breakfast, go to the office and type at a computer for eight hours, go home.']

[Woohoo! Wait. He means-]

[He raises an eyebrow. Excuse him as he hits the nail on the head, but he knows a little bit about you and your canon incarnation(s)...] Isn't it better than just waking up, going to work, sitting at a desk for eight or nine hours - or a checkout counter or what the hell ever - before going home to do... not much of anything at all. Day in and day out.

[He shrugs] Besides, you get paid for keeping the pain-in-the-ass creatures to a minimum, the work can take you through the archways more than a few times and there's plenty to explore through them, and you can run it on your own schedule so long as you hit the deadlines for the hunts that have them.

[Jim folds his arms, exhaling heavily. He loves a good adventure as much as the next red-blooded man does, but deliberately hunting down dangerous monsters sounds completely insane. Still. It's important to protect people too, and he knows that's essentially what they're doing. Having a phaser helps significantly.]

Why not? I can at least give it a shot.

Okay. I go pretty often to grab some extra cash, You can always tag along at first if you want. Even split.

Guess it can't hurt. ...Hope not, anyway.

[He grins. He does need to find some sort of means to support himself, since the place he chose to stay isn't cheap.]

Can't exactly resume my old duties without a ship and a crew, after all.

[He nods, and can't help grinning. When that happens, it's going to be the best thing ever. Ever.]

Awesome. And don't worry, I'll keep you safe. [Well. Safe as you're going to get.]

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Yeah, I'm gonna go smash your fourth wall. I need to have the option there for the geek snark >>

Yes, good.

.....You've yet to see the handwaving skills. Don't get too excited X'D

I'll be gentle. <3

<33 not that'll you'll see them until he actually decided to tell him the /whole/ truth. eventually.

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