Text; Don't judge.

[alphatar]

Hello evereaone. My name is Cora and I am seventean 17. Inglish is a lot more diffikalty than Chyneas. I am lurning it so bea paytient give mea tyme to mastur thea layngwuj. Numburs are easea at furst.

Thaync yu much. Avitar Cora.

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video;

[alphatar]

Tony nose technology. Maybea he can hellp with that?

Be-live?

Sawrea. I don’t have that in my notes. What is your name?

text;

[jirk]

[Obligingly, he switches to text.]

James Kirk. People call me Jim. 'Believe' means 'to accept something as being true'.

[Something not a lot of people realize about him: he's actually really patient when he manages to sidestep into 'being a teacher' mode.]

text; I didn't even notice it was video at first, sorry! orz

[alphatar]

Nice to meet you James. Or Jim? Oh, sorry. I misunderstood.

I'm getting bettur with English, but if you want to go back to videeoh we can.

I really wouldn't mind.

text; no it's all good!

[jirk]

Either one works, call me what you want.

It's fine. You're learning, right? I don't have a problem helping out. English is pretty complicated. It's one of the hardest Earth-based languages to learn.

text; Ok, ok<3

[alphatar]

It is! A lot of people say that Chinese is more diffakult difficult, but English has too many words that mean too many things. But I’m the help from people gives me many corrections.

Is English your only language?

text;

[jirk]

English is the only one I'm fluent in, but I know the basics in a lot more. It's a Federation thing.

text;

[alphatar]

You must have had a lot of teachers. Federation? Are you in the millutary military?

text;

[jirk]

Sort of. Peacekeeping.

text;

[alphatar]

Oh. So you’re a kop! I’ve worked the poleese before. What’s your rank?

text;

[jirk]

It's 'cop' and 'police'.

And I'm neither, actually. Starfleet's more of a navy than a police force. I'm a captain.

text;

[alphatar]

Ok, thank you! I'm writing down your notes with the others. They really help me type better. Sorry if I am slow at it.

So you're like Admiral James Norrington! He has a boat in the navy too. Tho I think he is from a different one.

He has a hat.

text;

[jirk]

It's not a problem. You're learning.

Yeah we're not really into boats where I'm from.

text;

[alphatar]

And you’re helping, so it all works out.

I thought that’s what the navy used? Do you have an airship, or is that too much like a boat? You’re croo has to man something.

Do you ride dragons!?

text;

[jirk]

[Jim just stares, laughs to himself and rubs his hand over his face.]

'Your' and 'crew'.

And no, no dragons. Starships. Here, they look like--

[And then he switches to video briefly, holds up a technical schematic sketch of the Enterprise for her viewing pleasure.]

In space. Where the stars are.

[How the hell else could he describe 'space'?]

text;

[alphatar]

Crew, not croo. Ok.

Oh, right! “Your” is possessive and ’re means are. I have to keep checking those notes from Jack.

[Seeing the drawing of the Enterprise causes Korra’s eyes to grow wide with mistrust and her upper lip to try and hide inside her nostrils.]

So that is like the sattlyte satellite that fell from space then. StarSHIP. I thought you said no boats!

How does that even fly?

text;

[jirk]

It's not a boat in the usual sense, and it wouldn't really make sense to anyone who's only seen one that goes on water.

[For what is perhaps the first time in his life he's beginning to see the value in the Prime Directive.]

Technology?

text;

[alphatar]

Ok, technology is ofishally crazy. After Tony’s armor, I was pretty sure I had seen everything. Now there are ships in space that just go.

Where do you dock to get food?

And let me gess: I need to call you Captain Jim now.

text;

[jirk]

We've actually got replicators. They make food, pretty hand. Spock knows all the specifics.

'Guess'. And it's Captain Kirk. But Jim's just fine, too.

text;

[alphatar]

And I have a mom, she makes food too.

I mean where do you dock to get more food? And what’s a Spock?

Guess, thanks.

I like Jim a lot better. You can just call me Cora, too. No titles.

text;

[jirk]

[help]

No, I mean they make fully cooked meals out of [well there's science involved and protein vats and-- you know what--] thin air. Like magic.

Spock is my first officer. Great guy.

Cora. What sort of title would you have, exactly?

text;

[alphatar]

So replicators are technology magic, but not magic?

[She’s starting to think he has no idea what he’s even saying anymore.]

I’d like to meet him. Avatar Cora, but I just like Cora. Names are more friendly than titles.

text;

[jirk]

[brb doing the Captainly Facepalm for the Ages over here.]

It's complicated.

[WHERE IS SPOCK WHEN HE NEEDS HIM OH MY GOD?]

What's an 'Avatar'?

text;

[alphatar]

It’s a magic oven. Made of technology.

Are you sure you’re the Captain of this boat ship in space with the stars?

[And not drunk?] I’d really like to meet this Spock friend.

Avatar?

[Uh-oh.]

Now that is complicated.

text;

[jirk]

I push a button and there's food. End of story. It takes a form of protein and re-atomizes it [or something] to resemble whatever you want to eat. It happens at a cellular level, I have no idea how to explain that to someone who doesn't have at least a formative grasp of the technology involved to begin with.

He's a bit of a stick in the mud, but I'm sure he wouldn't say no. He could help with your English, too.

Wait, what?

text;

[alphatar]

I couldn't read half of that, but I'm starting to like your "like magic" explanation better.

I'm actually working on my kolecshun of older stick in the mud people, so that's fine.

I think the Avatar thing would be easier to ecksplayn when everyone gets their powers back. A lot of people have a hard time understanding what I am because of how different my world is from theirs.