mayfield_rpg | ☆ 01

A: 3476 Erwin Road, master bedroom

[This is not his bed. This is not his ship.

This is definitely not someone he meant to be asleep beside, but hey, it's still a warm body, and Jim is a cuddler in his sleep. This will make for interesting introductions.]

B: phone

Hi, can I get an operator please? [Silly captain, this is Mayfield, no operator for you. He's only going on what vague notions he has of the twentieth century anyway, so he's not having a whole lot of luck with this.

Give him a few minutes of pressing buttons, and then he grumbles his complaints.] I was pretty sure these stupid things weren't that hard to work, come on...

C: between Erwin Road and the fire station

[Jim had plenty of training for plenty of things, but firefighter training? Not something he remembered doing. However, drone chid seemed pretty insistent that Daddy was a hero and needed to go to work, so, hey, who was he to argue with a cute little thing who was encouraging him to further explore the crazy town? He should be recognizable by the slightly bewildered expression of most newcomers.]

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What? No, we've been interacting with the Vulcans and the rest of the galaxy for almost two hundred years. You must be thinking of another race.

And it's Captain James Tiberius Kirk, of the United Starship Enterprise. Not 'boy'.

Humans. Moderately evolved primates from a planet called Earth in the Sol system of the Local cluster. From what I've come across this place pulls people here from different dimensions. Several versions of the galaxy if you will. I've never heard of a Vulcan but it seems that humans are one thing common in every galaxy.

Well, Captain Kirk, you're what, 23, 24? Can't be older than 30 and you're acting like a boy. The title was fitting.

I still don't appreciate it. [He'll take 'Captain Kirk', though. That works.]

And I've heard of alternate universes before, but never one where entire races exist or don't. You familiar with that at all?

Your arrogance is befitting of your race. Not surprising.

[But she'll move on from that, getting up again from the bed and rubbing her forehead.]

I hadn't heard of anything like it before I woke up here yesterday, as a human, with apparently a freakishly polite human husband that I've been married to for years and...two children. That in itself proved to me something was wrong, then I had a conversation with an AI that can morph itself from a robotic humanoid to a car. Another conversation with a human that claimed to be a physical embodiment of a nation, another intelligent being that you humans call a dragon, and had a strange human shooting arrows tell me that this is normal. Oh, and he knew a girl who had dog ears.

[She'll lock her gaze with his, wishing she was kidding about all of this.]

Whatever is with this place, wherever it is, whatever it is, normal paradigms don't work here. I had a chat with a Salarian, amphibious alien race from my galaxy, that are known for being geniuses primarily. He's been here five terran months and has found nothing to explain why things are the way they are here. The best I can tell you is that Alternate universes exist and many of them seem to be completely different from the one you know, or the one I know.

Edited 2012-07-24 01:49 (UTC)

[He listens without interruption, not liking what he's hearing or her assessments of him, but accepting them anyway. It's the best he's got to go on right now, so until he gets to investigate for himself, it'll do. When Aria's done, Jim just gives her a nod.]

Fair enough. We just have to accept it as is until such a time as we can get back to where we belong... Assuming that's possible, of course. [And, damn, he's really hoping it is.]

I really hope it is possible, at this point I'd even settle for having my correct body back. Seeing as so far I don't know if I'll ever get it back I'd really prefer to get out of this damned town.

[She'll sigh and rub her face.]

I need a drink.

[His brows furrow a moment, then he shakes his head.]

Is alcohol for breakfast a common asari thing?

No, it's probably as frowned upon as it is by humans. But to be blunt I really didn't want to be reminded about how much my life sucks right now.

[She'll stop and give him a tired look for a moment.]

Of course knowing my luck this body wouldn't be able to handle alcohol.

You never know, you might be surprised. Just... take it easy to try it out, I guess?

I'll have to, knowing my luck with everything else here I'll have a glass of wine and not be able to stand.

Not to mention I actually have to go to work in a few hours.

You've already found a job here? What is it, if you don't mind me asking?

I didn't find one, I had it given to me. And I'm a nurse as unfitting as that is. I'm better at shooting people than I am at making sure they don't die.

Fair enough. I suppose you have to attend?

That I do. Likely I'll just stand around and look bored but at least I'm getting paid to stand around. I doubt the technology in the hospital is much more advanced than anything else here.

Twentieth century health care... yeah, that's terrifying. Remind me not to get myself in any life-threatening trouble, would you?

I'd rather die than be taken there, let's be brutally honest. I'll remind you not to try to kill yourself, no promises on if it is successful or not.

Hey, all I ask is reminders. [With a sigh, Jim ran a hand through his hair.]

Is there a shower in this place?

Yes, second door on your left. And if I'm giving you reminders I'm going to wonder how much of a death wish you have in this place.

Only about the same as anywhere else.

Sounds like a certain Commander I know. Just don't go jumping off roofs to save small animals or anything like that.

No promises.

I'll, uh... meet you for breakfast after I shower and change? Assuming there's a kitchen somewhere in the house.

Kitchen is downstairs, oh and apparently we have two disgustingly polite drone children. I'm sure they'll welcome you with open arms despite how well behaved they are.

... We have children?

Yes, good little human children. One boy, one girl.

[And she seems not at all pleased by this.]

Okay. I... No, not following at all. [Help?]

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