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[itio]

Who: James T. Kirk & anyone!
What: A few open prompts, feat. the fog, Kirk's journal, his growing beard, etc.
When: Month of April
Where: Milton, mostly outside and the Community Hall

Content Warnings: None for the moment, but will edit if need be.

— the fog
— downtime at the community hall

Comments

[itio]

[ Jim doesn't say anything else, already feeling breathless from his time outside, and the fog is now coming down a lot heavier on them. The first house he finds that's at least standing, he guides them towards it, pushing the door open with his shoulder and urging them both inside.

Once in there, door closed, he just leans with his back against the wall. There's some damage to this house, but at least there's no fog creeping in, which allows him a moment to recover his breath. Eventually, he manages to speak, and the first words he gets out are— ]

What's Postmates?

[chuju]

[ Daisy pulls her scarf down when they reach the safety of the house, tugging at the layers of fabric around her neck and chest as she alternates pulling in gulps of air and coughing. It takes a moment for the fog's effect to dissipate, but when it does, she manages a laugh at the question. Of course, he wouldn't understand the reference. She's tried to remember to offer explanations when she uses things in conversation he might not have context for, but sometimes she forgets in the moment. ]

Sorry. It's a food delivery service for when you're feeling lazy and don't want to cook or leave home to pick something up. You can order from just about anywhere and someone brings it to your door.

[itio]

[ He knows he's a broken record sometimes. Even if people here were from the same point in time as he is, he knows the chances would be incredibly slim that they'd come from the same reality. Sure, he's consummed some old media, knows a few things from what he's absorbed through movies and books, but so much is lost on him. He feels like he's spent most of his time here asking people what this or that is.

Daisy always takes it in stride, though. She's been good to have around in that regard, explaining new things, teaching him references he otherwise wouldn't. Doesn't help him feel any less like a fish out of water, but still. ]

Oh. We don't have anything like that in my world. But we do have replicators. [ Which, let's be real, is far more useful and efficient. ] Consider yourself lucky we have a means to actually cook here.