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[greyhatted]

[An alarmed face appears on the video. Blonde hair with pink streaks, slightly runny makeup, brightly colored chunky jewelry, thick-rimmed glasses. She has not calmed down a single bit since arriving and isn't afraid to show it. Immediately, she starts rambling.]

Okay. I'm used to weird, but this is like -- the freaking Twilight Zone. I get that the, uh, people who escorted me to what is apparently the place I'm supposed to live now kept trying to get me to calm down but... well! How ever is explaining things in terms of 'death and dreaming' supposed to calm a girl down?! Not that I'm sure they're not very nice aliens, I just prefer my Sci-Fi weirdness come with a pause button.

...And what in the name of the 1990's is going on with this GUI? [Someone is not impressed with the communication device.] It's not even portable. No way I'd have a dream without a decent tablet. At minimum.

[She may not take a breath anytime soon, unless someone cares to interrupt...]


((OOC: Reminder for anyone of the sci-fi or comic persuasion to please check out her permissions post so I know what the 4th walling sitch is! If I run any red lights just give me a poke and I'll fix it lickity split.))

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[jirk]

[Oh, he does like this one. Jim's grin fades, just enough to show he's taking the situation seriously.]

We're brought here to fight some ancient unknowable evil that has a name - French word for 'bad' and 'I can't' combined, that's proven to be a bad idea to say it outloud, so maybe avoid that.

Longest we've been arriving is a year, not the first time people have been theoretically brought here. Also we're 'stuck' here and can't leave.

[And almost as an afterthought,]

Name's Jim Kirk. Hi.

[greyhatted]

[A pause as she tries, and mostly fails, to process all this. The whole ancient unknowable evil thing sounds really sucky.] Wow. Okay. Someone clearly got their signals crossed because all my superheroing is done from behind the safety of my monitors--

[waitaminute. Did he just say Jim Kirk? Naw. NO FREAKING WAY. Evidence that this is a dream slash psychotic episode is mounting.]

[Whatever, she's going to roll with it because how often does she get this chance?! At least she'll have a good story whenever the anti-psychotics take effect.]

Jim Kirk, huh. Funny, I always thought you'd be prominent in my dreams.

[jirk]

Hey, who's to say we can't use a gorgeous blonde - am I right in guessing computer geek? Because the whole GUI thing screams nerd chic to me - in our fight against Ultimate Evil? [Yes, those words are totally capitalized, you can hear it in his tone.

And then. A pause.]

So. You've heard of me. Would you say I pass muster?

[greyhatted]

Nerd chic would be correct, Mister I-Don't-Know-But-I've-Been-Told. [Muster humor, you gotta love it.] Penelope Garcia: hacker, temptress, and shameless Kirk-fan, at your service.

-- Just so you know, you're totally ruining my entirely legitimate freak-out with your charming self [oh God the fact that this might actually BE JIM KIRK, BEST HORRIBLE DREAM EVER] and I don't honestly know whether to be distressed about it. But the gorgeous thing isn't hurting your case.

Though the trouble is... I really get enough of evil fighting back home. And I mean the normal kind, not the fantastical supernatural kind with titles like "Ultimate."

[jirk]

[Normally, that'd earn a quip. But truth be told, he gets enough of it too. Back to business.]

I don't think there's such a thing as a shameful Kirk fan, honestly.

[THE MOST CHARMING EYEBROW WAGGLE. EVER.]

Okay, define 'normal' here. Because normal for people like you and me really doesn't jive with people like-- [Like Desaad. Wow, nope. Not even going there.] what some of the guys here are used to.

[greyhatted]

[Oh darling, she thinks, you haven't seen the fanfiction. Some of that stuff is ALL the shameful.]

[Also did he just compare the two of them?! Oh em gee!!!]

Yeah? Why's that? If you'll pardon the perhaps stupid question from the overwhelmed new gal.

[jirk]

You ever heard of 'superheroes'?

[IT TAKES A LOT FOR JIM TO FEEL OUTCLASSED BY ANYTHING but. You know. There's people here that can punch planets in half. That'll do 'er.]

[greyhatted]

[Has she heard of superheroes. God that is hysterical. But she isn't about to laugh at him because Captain Kirk. He is The Man, capitalized.]

Super strong guys who sometimes have fantastical cosmic powers, prefer outfits of the spandex-and-mask variety?

[She might be more flaily about there being SUPERHEROES here but. She's talking to James T. Kirk. If the frigging Easter Bunny showed up it would seem about right.]

[jirk]

Yeah. We've got a lot of those. I mean, who wears spandex anymore?

[greyhatted]

I guess it somehow helps with the ass-kicking, since it seems to be the prevailing wisdom among those types.

So. Is this where I segue into "what are you wearing?" [What, she has priorities and the once-in-a-lifetime chance to mack on Kirk is one of them.]

[jirk]

[Jim's grin takes on a boyish quality, all Iowa.]

You're speaking my language, gorgeous. And it's a uniform, for the record.

[Not the first time he's used his uniform to his advantage, nor will it be even close to the last.]

[greyhatted]

Ooh la la. [Like she didn't know that! She issues a snappy yet teasing salute. This is the stuff dreams are made of... literally, as it turns out. And hey, if this is death she really could do worse.] Aye aye Sir, batten down the hatches, and all that good stuff.

This is where I'd ask if you wanna start your shore leave in a quiet little coffee shop but I'm not really sure if those exist here.

[jirk]

You bet they do. And hey, who am I to turn down a beautiful lady? You want me, I'm yours.

[A tip of an invisible hat.]

[greyhatted]

Consider yourself wanted, mon capitan. [And then some! This whole sitch is still very not okay but the idea of coffee with Captain Kirk is helping considerably. Maybe she can subtly find a way to ask about Spock and the rest of them. Or for an autograph.]

You'll have to give me directions since I'm very much a little lost lamb right about now.

[jirk]

I can do you one better. Why don't I just come find you? Do you know which Sector you're in?

[That's always pretty easy for people to figure out, since most of the Sectors are self-explanatory.]