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Who: James T. Kirk
Broadcast: Network - open to all
Action: all around the SS Red Fish + SS Heron
When: Right now, and throughout the following week

NETWORK BROADCAST ▹ VIDEO;

[ Jim's staring seriously at the camera as the broadcast begins, concern visible on his features. He might be easily recognizable to most everyone on the Fleet, but as soon as he starts talking, it will become obvious that he is not the same man, or at least not having the very same memories. Not of this place, that's for sure. ]

My name is James T. Kirk. I'm... not entirely sure how I got here, but for what it's worth, I'm one of the new arrivals.

[ He presses his lips, glancing around. ] This isn't the first time I've been brought to a universe other than my own, but I was wondering if anyone else here has had a similar experience. Coming here from a place that's not your reality of origin.

[ A pause, ] Specifically, has anyone here heard of Riverview, or the Quarantine?

[ He can't help a hopeful look. A familiar face, any familiar face, will be welcome. He's looking for a specific one, admittedly, but he's not holding his breath on that one. ]

Thank you in advance.

ACTION ▹ SS RED FISH

[ Once he makes that broadcast, he'll be exploring his new location, so he knows what he's dealing with. He can be found roaming the ship, poking his head into all the nooks and corners, and possibly trying to sneak his way into off-limits locations, if there are any. Stop him getting into trouble, or help him? Or just come say hi to a not-quite-new face. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Yeah, if you've got a big mouth.

[He grins, because yeah. He knows it's dirty.]

Most of the time, but I like the article in the front.

[ He can't help it, he just bursts out laughing at that, grin wide. ]

Oh, I'll bet.

[ Look, Bull clearly isn't a small guy. In any sense of the word. ]

Alright, if you'd like. I'll stick to Iron Bull, then.

[Yeah, he likes you, Kirk.]

The Iron Bull, but you do you.

Usually my boyfriend takes care of that. [ Wink. He thinks he's so funny. ] Alright then, sir. Since you ask so nicely, I'll keep that in mind.

Hey. Sometimes you need a fix and nobody's around to do it for you. Don't knock it.

[He gives a shake of his head.]

Drop the sir, shit. I'm not a soldier.

I'll keep that in mind.

[ Jim shrugs at the answer the title gets. ]

No, but you are Captain of a starship. That's how things work, where I'm from. If it helps any, though, I was just teasing. I'm a Captain too anyway, so it seems a little silly to stick to formalities.

Damn right I am, so what I say goes.

[Though there's a curl to his lip that suggests he's bullshitting regardless.]

Do I look like a formal guy to you?

[ Jim just hums at that, nods like he absolutely means to do as told. Except no, not really, not ever. ]

Not in the least, no.

[As long as he accepted his Captain's orders on the battlefield, he'd take some lip. He did from his boys back home all the time.]

Damn right. I'll do it if I have to, but it's not my first choice.

[ Jim Kirk, following orders? Well, Bull can try. Though he will agree to certain plans and tactics should he think them to be the wise decision, he wouldn't call that as taking orders. ]

In that case, we better skip the formalities. I'd rather do that myself, if I can help it.

[There's the difference between an organization and mercenary band, Kirk. They're flexible like that.]

Good. I'm not big of formalities anyway.