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— iece of crap. [ There's grumbling as the viewscreen jostles, bright blue (bloodshot) eyes squinting into it curiously. The would-be handsome face glances away a moment later, eyebrows pulled together; he's sick or was prior to arriving, more worn out from the exertion of walking than any young man ought to be. ] Alright, good. You'll do for the time being.

This is Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise ordering any and all Federation crewmen to report back with the location of the nearest Starfleet outpost. I'm off-world when I shouldn't be. This "computer" — [ you can practically see the airquotes around his sour tone ] — isn't responding as it should or giving me the information I need. I'm getting nothing but interference when I try and open a standard sub-space channel, the frequency's all off ... damn, this thing's gonna fry if I keep messing with it.

[ Opening his mouth to continue, a hurk noise clogs his throat and hastily, the video clatters to the ground as Jim reels around to vomit into the fountain. Classy. ]

[ Of course, where a sick Jim is, a wild, angry Bones appears. ]

Goddammit, Jim! [ He's there all of a sudden, a hand on jim's shoulder holding him for support and a - somewhat crazy expression on his face. ] Jesus Christ, why are you out of the medbay if you're sick?! Don't move or I'll hypo your ass!

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Very well, Captain.

[Ranks, after all, were important.]

I arrived here three months ago now, I left my parabatai and fiance behind.

[He doesn't see anything wrong with having a fiance at age of seventeen.]

Since I've arrived here, I have found two people from my world. They are from over one hundred years in my future.

Why was the warp core--?

[Oh. They're all from different points in time? That is, to borrow one of Mr. Spock's favorite phrases, fascinating.]

Before I came here sixteen months ago, we were all on Earth and waiting for the Enterprise to be refitted. You had only just been made captain after the Nero incident.

I see. Let's wait to split hairs over our divergent timelines, shall we? Four minutes, Mr. Chekov.

[ Oh, he's going to need something for his head. ]

[ he's mouthing off the words 'magical house' like they carry evil diseases. ]

If I were you, I wouldn't tell her that I think she's gone 'round the bend. She won't like that.

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Yeah, I was going to leave that down to your discretion.

[ Magical ... house. ]

Yeah, I'm starting to find myself unwillingly familiarizing myself with the choppy timelines here. Once we get out, does everyone go back to their respective points?

The fleet. In your sku - small matter, little one.

It is good that there is a man to give you care. You have want of it.

[ There's something weirdly familiar about this guy. Jim doesn't spare the niggling notion much thought and easily falls into conversation in a way he hasn't with any of the other locals so far. ]

Captain, if that's alright with you. I'm rounding up my people right now and doing my job. Bones is, too. [ He nods when the doctor's dragged into the conversation, turning his camera around to show him chatting to someone else on his own comm. ] That's my Chief Medical Officer, we ran into each other here not long after arriving.

Can you tell me anything about this place that isn't steeped in vague allusions and useless superstition?

[ And now for the longest, most thoughtful, and possibly the most hmmmmmed and haaaaaaad moment of deliberation of. All. Time.

Yes, Jim. Of galactic time too. ]

...the salmon pleases.

... You're the smartest person in the whole damn city.

I am not. I am not learned, nor quick of wit. But I have seen the salmon with my own eyes, and held it in my hands, and tasted with my tongue. For the rest, I cannot speak.

They say it is witch work - yet I have not met their witches.

You're not running your mouth off about stuff you can't explain, that makes you a genius right now.

It's not witches or magic or any of that crap doing this. Someone's pulling the wool over everyone's eyes and kidnapping us for a reason, I intend to find out what it is ... and to get my ship back, for that matter.

What's your name?

Thor - servant to Asgard, son to Odin, and brother to Loki. Well met, little captain.

Oh, God.

Thor. You're the old guy from mythology?

...no.

I am yet in prime.

You're not one of the people running around calling themselves a deity and keeping us here, are you?

Yes, sir.

[brb, running around the City (which is not as much fun as dashing around the halls of the Enterprise).]

If I were... would I tell you?

[ Come on, you little speedy Russian, hop to it! Jim's still seated on the fountain whenever Pavel arrives, slumped over his knees; he straightens when he sees him coming, though. He's exhausted, up and about when by all rights he should be laid out on a medical trolley, but he offers a small genuine smile all the same. ]

You were my favorite stranger, too.

And you my... littler... captain.

You're a pal.

[ a beat. ]

And just so we're clear, we won't talk about - ? [ general wave. you know. ]

[ after her conversation with jim.

mildly: ] He didn't take that very well, did he?

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