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My people have been given the run of the City Labs via my authority, Captain James Kirk of the USS Enterprise, at the discretion of the anonymous faction that rid the City of its former captors.

That means anyone who wants to get some actual work done can report here to sign up for the Starfleet Program. Physicists, engineers, sciences, medicine if you're interested in expanding your field — all the sections are going to be geared toward improving our technology and getting us out of here. I've had a look around and for twenty-first century restrictions, it's not too bad. Let me know who you are and what you specialize in, so I can keep track of who's going to be coming and going from the facility. You don't have to be a member of Starfleet to sign up for a job, but it's not exactly light work and if you're not a fan of doing things the hard way, I wouldn't bother. We might have to try building our own equipment from scratch, for that matter.

Oh, and does anyone know where I can get a cheap motorcycle from? Thanks. Also, Stiles, I've got some free time if you do.

[PRIVATE TO ENSIGN CHEKOV ; separate starfleet comm frequency]

Hey, I'd like to meet up with you when you're free. I need to go over a couple of things with you about the City, I'd rather do it in person.

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I was going to say it's Kathryn, but that's good to know.

Kathryn. [ Surprised to hear it, his smile is genuine. ] Alright, Kathryn, but if you look especially beautiful tonight I reserve the right to tell you.

[ eyeroll. just because she gave you her name doesn't mean she won't break your arm, kirk. ]

The only dressing up I do involves a dress uniform.

I was thinking more about how the light would hit your eyes.

[ See that innocent smile, it's one she had better get used to. ISN'T HE SMOOTH? This will become a ritual; complimenting Janeway to the point of exasperating her. ]

But! I better go. See you later.

[ you're going to make q look like welcomed company, aren't you, kirk? 8| ]

If you're a millisecond late, deal's off.

[ was that a threat or teasing? probably both. and now she's off to clean and repair a microwave. ]

[ He assumes it's both. He does, however, arrive at half six to grab a quick shower and pull on some clean clothes, rapping on his bedroom door behind which he's left Janeway to her devices. He isn't particularly dressed up (clean black jeans tucked into regulation boots, a low-necked tshirt and soft grey blazer) but he thinks he looks pretty snazzy, considering they're stuck in a temporal hole.

Jim tucks his hands in his pockets and waits in the hallway, idly twirling the keys to Chekov's borrowed Impala. ]

[ she's wearing the same thing, being that she isn't looking at this like a date so much as dinner between colleagues, bracing herself for what kirk likely thinks this is. she's skimmed through a couple of his conversations in between piecing that poor microwave back together and made a lot of faces at his choice of words.

when she finally emerges, she's busy trying to fit her tricorder in the pocket of those damned pants. ] And this is why I haven't worn jeans since high school. [ because tricorders don't fit -- or stay once you get them to fit -- in the back pockets. yep. ]

[ Grinning at the sight she presents, he opens the door and holds it open for her as they take their leave. ]

I really wish I'd arrived with a phaser, although I turned up wearing my whole uniform which was weird enough to distract me for a while.

You weren't wearing it before you arrived? [ for her, the oddity would've been the other way around. though, if she'd showed up without her uniform on, at the top of her list of possibilities would've been the hirogen or q. the latter would've been more preferable, as q proved to be oddly more reasonable than the hirogen on some days. ]

Here. You hold this, then. [ she holds out her phaser, controls locked, though set to stun under the safety. ]

I wasn't in a great place before I arrived. [ Distracted by the new style of phaser, his interest deepens in it all the way down to the Impala. ] This doesn't even look like the guns we're used to, it's sleeker.

It's gone through a few redesigns since the 23rd Century. [ if he thinks a type ii phaser is impressive, he should see the changes in the phaser rifles -- not that she says this. just one of the many things she thinks, but doesn't say, because she has a death grip on the rules that govern her office that she won't let go of so easily. ]

...is that a car? [ this isn't a date kirk. what are you doing. ]

[ Handing the phaser back, he grins and jogs around the car, patting the hood. ]

She's a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, actually. Chekov's letting us have it for the night. I can drive it, don't worry, it's as easy as breathing with these.

[ This is a date, to be sure, but it doesn't have to be romantic to be awesome. ]

You do realize that the only thing that tells me is that this thing is an antique?

[ not a car person. not a history person, either. she can pilot a starship between a pair of binary pulsars with an intense migraine pounding away in her skull, but she can't drive a something from old earth that has a steering wheel and an internal combustion engine to save her life. very much a child of the 24th century, hover cars are much more her thing. she'll leave ancient earth vehicles to her helmsman. ]

[ He opens the door on the passenger side for her. ]

It's beautiful. One of the most finely crafted models ever made and I get to say that because I kept one in prime condition for years. [ Brows raise in a mild tease. ] You didn't think I'd make you walk to dinner, did you?

The design is ineffective for the velocities it cars of this ear were said to reach. [ physicists: forever judging the shape of your cars, manufactures.

a sigh. she doesn't get in -- not yet. ] This is not a date, Mister Kirk, yet you seem to be treating it as one.

It's shaped like an animal, forget about velocities and all that jazz.

[ He leans on the door, arms draped. ]

You're assuming this is going to be a romantic date, which it isn't. I'd like to get to know you a little better, insomuch as we actually can. That's all.

There isn't any animal on any of the worlds I've been on shaped like this thing.

[ honestly, she'll never understand men and their fascination with these antiques. (says the woman who holds conversations with the bulkheads of her starship.) ]

Fine. But it's still not a date. [ grimacing and shaking her head, she climbs in. it's been ages since she's been in one of these things, and she forgets how cramped they were. even the smallest of shuttles had more leg room than this. ]

[ Grinning as he elects not to argue for the sake of it, he sees her in and slides into the driver's seat, revving the engine before pulling out. He adores the Impala and can't help but be sickly jealous of Chekov for owning such a gorgeous piece of Earth's automobile history. It purrs, the engines shivering through every inch of it so it feels alive, and it's cramped as hell for Jim but he slouches with an arm out the window so he fits, turning down the music. ]

Did you ever have a favorite restaurant back home? I've got a handful in mind, depending on what kind of food you prefer.

[ oh good god. really, this kind of music? she's having flashbacks to her father trying to get her and phoebe into the spirit of ~roughing it~ and blasting country music on the way to camp sites when she was a kid. kirk, you are getting the most exasperated look right now. even her ex-fiancé wasn't this cliché country. ]

A couple of local places in Indiana I doubt you've heard of. I don't even know if they're standing yet in your time.

[ It's been a long time since he got to indulge, Kathryn, let him have his silly car and bad music. ]

Alright, so let's make this easy. French, Italian or an English pub?

Italian.

[ she will tolerate it while suffering in silence. ]

[ Glancing over as he drives. Hmm. ]

What do you do for fun on Voyager? When you're not on-shift.

Fun? [ the word sounds foreign rolling off her tongue, as fun isn't something she's done in... oh, well over a year. her da vinci program's collecting dust in the ship's database, her holodeck time going unused or passed off so someone who needs the break from starship routine a hell of a lot more than she does. (or so she thinks. everyone else comes first. her personal needs aren't even secondary, they're sitting at the rock bottom of the list.) ] It's been a while since I've had any real fun, I'll admit. Our lives have gotten a bit... hectic, you could say, since we crossed a certain region of space.

[ borg space was supposed to be a hurdle, not a tumble into even more trouble. ]

I used to spend quite a few hours on the holodeck, though mostly I just read these days.

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[ He can appreciate reading as a past-time, although something else catches his attention. ]

Holodeck? An entire deck for immersion in a simulation?

I keep forgetting that they aren't standard on starships in your era, but yes. Voyager has two holodecks. We use them for both recreational activities and work-related.

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