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tushanshu_logs2013-05-04 04:29 pm
jirk) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-05-04 04:29 pm
moves like jagger [open]
Characters: Jim Kirk and open!
Date: May 4th, watch as I refuse to crack jokes about rival sci-fi franchises.
Location: A couple different scenarios, thread starters for each. If you'd like to set up another scenario, PM me and we can hash out something else!
Situation: Jim's acquainting himself with the concept of being, you know, on a giant turtle.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't go past PG-13.
Notes: Starting in prose, feel free to hop in with prose or actionspam.
Date: May 4th, watch as I refuse to crack jokes about rival sci-fi franchises.
Location: A couple different scenarios, thread starters for each. If you'd like to set up another scenario, PM me and we can hash out something else!
Situation: Jim's acquainting himself with the concept of being, you know, on a giant turtle.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't go past PG-13.
Notes: Starting in prose, feel free to hop in with prose or actionspam.
because we can only have science-based CR idk? and idk why this is tl;dr either??
Yet he's still out taking samples. It's sort of soothing in its regularity and lack of required social interaction at this point. Bruce does have an actual motive, and takes meticulous, live specimens of plants as he seems them, as well as water in small marked tubes. He might not know much about botany or gardening or hydroponics at all, he might not be able to read any of the literature around here, but that's never stopped him from learning the old fashioned way, by direct observation. Arguably it's even more effective here, in a foreign world with foreign organisms.
So he's going around in his unassuming kedan clothes, blandly colored, a beat up and extremely American backpack along with him. He'd seen no reason to spend money on something new, though he does have money now. Instead Bruce makes do, carefully kneeling and teasing out a twining tendril of a plant he hasn't seen before from among the choked grass. It might be due to environmental factors he can't notice with the naked eye, but it seems to be thriving slightly better than its surroundings.
He looks up when Jim approaches with his tricorder automatically, hyperaware of people in his space as always but visibly calm. It's clear he's not just a random local with an interest in fauna, because there's a set of previously taken samples with marked labels on the glass, and he offers a nod.
The tricorder itself gets a second, more interested look, but he doesn't pry just yet. In fact the only thing he says is, "Hey."
give me all your science based cr bb
"Hey."
He switches the tricorder to sleep mode, tucks it away in its holster. He has more than learned his lesson about showing that off to the locals. "Learn anything yet?"
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"Not really. I'll need to do some testing in lab conditions to see if the growth advantage in this one was environmental or genetic." The way he rattles this off without a second thought makes it obvious that he's completely comfortable with the process. "You? What're you looking for?"
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"Actually. A scientist."
Well, not really. But he's found one, and he sounds like what might happen if someone shaved off Spock's eyebrows and gave him a bad hat, so that's it, he's hired. Or something. He'll work out the specifics later.
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"Well... here I am? But I'm not a botanist. I'm... physics, mostly." He leaves the question of what he wants with a scientist implied, patient as always. His list of credentials is similarly left unspoken, because Bruce never likes to brag and frankly is unused to talking about himself. He'd rather see what he wants.
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He doesn't look like the scientific sort by any means, but Jim's still a genius. He took all the same classes, fast-tracked himself through the Academy, and while he's no science officer, he's hardly a slouch. His enthusiasm, at least, is genuine.
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"Uh, nuclear. Mostly electron-positron annihilation and generation of gamma photons. When I'm left to my own devices." Which he isn't, hardly ever. Bruce raises a hand to run through his hair, just a little self-conscious. "Not a lot of call for that here."
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"What year did you say you were from?" He's met enough people here now that it's a perfectly viable question. And he's... probably less bothered than most people would be by the idea of alternate realities. After all, he's living one.
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"2012. I'm going to guess given whatever you were using a second ago that you're not." It's a logical conclusion, or if Jim is from a comparable year then it must be a very different history. Bruce hasn't met all that many people from dimensions that aren't Earth-based, so he isn't considering that as a strong possibility.
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There's probably something regarding the Prime Directive he should be concerned with, but hey-- Spock (the older one, the one he doesn't want to punch in the face every now and then) dumped an alternate future's worth of memories on him. The concern is there - changing the future by meddling with the past (and 2012 is way in the past) but he dismisses it. It's one of those bridges he'll cross if and when he comes to it, not before.
"2259. Name's Jim, Jim Kirk." He holds out a hand.
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"Bruce Banner. It's okay. It's not that I'm not... interested." It's really not that he's not interested. His scientific curiosity has always been his downfall, and he's well aware of how many mistakes it leads him into. "I just don't want to, promise anything. But if you know physics then I'd love to hear what happens in the next two hundred and fifty years."
Bruce is so over the entire conflicting timeline thing that nothing even like the Prime Directive is crossing his mind. It seems ridiculous to worry about it when they're all transdimensional kidnappees on a giant living turtle, traveling across the ocean under the rule of a female Emperor who won't tell them anything. The relative stability of civilization is so the last thing he's thinking of.
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Still, he's adaptive. Some people get him when he's ostentatious about it, but he doesn't think this guy'd be too comfortable to see him at his most... well, manic. It's an easy thing to dial it back, transmute that energy into a sense of affable good cheer.
"I'm no expert, Doctor Banner, but I've got the advantage of a couple hundred years of advancements. I bet I could give you a run for your money." Which, yes, is a whisper of friendly competition.
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"I don't get completely outclassed very often," he admits, slightly amused that someone's trying to provoke him into something even vaguely competitive. Of course, Kirk can't know why that's funny, but to Bruce it just underscores how different things are here. He doesn't mind being shown up even due to something like timeline differences, and actually looks forward to having something logical to learn about-- in other words, not super powers.
"Want to come with me back to the lab? We don't have to, uh, start, I just need to get these samples back before they dry out."
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"So, what do you do? In 2259." He has to admit to curiosity here. He's enough of a scientist that he doesn't think he'll ever get bored with hearing about other worlds or times.
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"We travel from world to world. There's a bunch of science involved, but that's more my First Officer's area of expertise than mine. I've got a pretty good grasp on all the various branches but..." he lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "Not really my speed."