Jim's at the public library as well, flipping through a few physics books. He's been studying the Rift on-and-off from the notes and journals from the Kashtta's own library. The journals have largely been from Wanderers who previously experimented with the Rift at some time or another. However, Jim's hit several roadblocks while doing this research. One of the main ones is the math involved.
He's always done pretty well in math and science (he'd taken Advanced Astrophysics at Starfleet Academy, even though it hadn't been required of the command track), but he's about two hundred years ahead. The language of physics in particular has evolved due to humanity's leap into space. It makes the notes of some of the scientists from this time almost undecipherable. Thus, Jim's been trying to reteach himself physics the twenty-first century way.
It's easier said than done; he also has to be aware that some equations have been disproved in his own time and try to weave those ones out. It's not a fun time, and it feels like he's been in the library for hours.
Jim sighs in frustration and leans back in his chair, stretching. He wishes Spock was here; the half-Vulcan would have a field day with the Rift. Jim glances at the various notes he's scribbled into a notebook and the physics books stretched out in front of him and decides he's had enough of it for now. Instead, he amuses himself by looking over at the library's other occupants. People watching has always been one of his treasured hobbies.
He zeroes in on a man in a trenchcoat that appears to be intensely focused on his book. Jim's also pretty sure he hasn't moved for any reason but to turn the page in a good ten minutes.
Unable to resist, he calls out, "If you keep that up, your face is going to get stuck like that." It's a friendly tone, though. What? The look of intense scrutiny is horribly comical. Plus, Jim needs a good distraction from all the scientific vernacular buzzing in his head.
Castiel looks up with a frown at the sound of the voice, clearly confused. " ... Why would it get stuck like that?" That isn't the way facial muscles work. He knows at least that much.
Jim blinks. He'd expected the guy to give him a disgruntled eye roll or the middle finger, not to ask why his face would get stuck. Oh, now you've perked his interest, Castiel.
"...It's an expression?" Jim attempts, and then grins goofily to himself as he realizes that his answer can double as meaning a word expression or a facial expression. Score one for Jim Kirk.
He tips back on his chair a little and looks at Castiel curiously. "It's not actually going to get stuck. It's just a saying." He bites back asking whether Castiel grew up under a rock or something, because that's a bit childish.
Also, he's not sure if Castiel would understand the reference. "What're you working on, anyway?"
pfffffffft -- let's pretend that that one was on Cas's journal. /FAILSsitherequietlyFebruary 3 2011, 22:41:54 UTC
He ignores the comment about it being an expression. He will ask Dean or Jo about it later. For now he jumps to the question he can answer. "I am researching the different kinds of rift activity. I had thought that most of the rifts were ... a one way trip. I've recently found out that I was wrong."
no problem haha. excuse this being a little lateee.ocptmycptFebruary 7 2011, 05:24:41 UTC
Jim stares at the man in surprise. "They're not?" he asks, intrigued, and also mentally cursing himself. He probably should've started looking into the nature of the Rift before trying to dive right into equations on reversing it and the like. Well. If this guy is right about the Rift being more than a one way trip, about half the journals Jim's been looking at are useless. He's vaguely frustrated but not surprised. Jim's always the one to try and start in the middle instead of going through painstaking details at the beginning. Spock used to make sure he didn't get ahead of himself, but he's not here now.
"Seems like you and I have the same problem," Jim says, gathering up a few journals and papers and lugging them over to the guy's table. He sits down and says, "tell me everything."
It's got a commanding air to it; Jim sometimes forgets that he's not on the Enterprise anymore, and that he can't go around demanding on-the-spot debriefings from people. They aren't his crew. He realizes this a second later and winces. "Please," he adds a little belatedly, and then a bit more warmly, "I've been looking into Rifts too. More the physics and mathematical side, though." He waves a vague hand. "I'm Jim Kirk, by the way."
"My name is Castiel." He pauses for a moment, before placing his book down on the table. "I have a friend who left Chicago, somehow, through the rift. When he returned, he had no memory of being in Chicago previously, and was from a different point in our communal timeline. I recently met someone who left Chicago in a similar way, but returned with her memories intact."
He's always done pretty well in math and science (he'd taken Advanced Astrophysics at Starfleet Academy, even though it hadn't been required of the command track), but he's about two hundred years ahead. The language of physics in particular has evolved due to humanity's leap into space. It makes the notes of some of the scientists from this time almost undecipherable. Thus, Jim's been trying to reteach himself physics the twenty-first century way.
It's easier said than done; he also has to be aware that some equations have been disproved in his own time and try to weave those ones out. It's not a fun time, and it feels like he's been in the library for hours.
Jim sighs in frustration and leans back in his chair, stretching. He wishes Spock was here; the half-Vulcan would have a field day with the Rift. Jim glances at the various notes he's scribbled into a notebook and the physics books stretched out in front of him and decides he's had enough of it for now. Instead, he amuses himself by looking over at the library's other occupants. People watching has always been one of his treasured hobbies.
He zeroes in on a man in a trenchcoat that appears to be intensely focused on his book. Jim's also pretty sure he hasn't moved for any reason but to turn the page in a good ten minutes.
Unable to resist, he calls out, "If you keep that up, your face is going to get stuck like that." It's a friendly tone, though. What? The look of intense scrutiny is horribly comical. Plus, Jim needs a good distraction from all the scientific vernacular buzzing in his head.
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"...It's an expression?" Jim attempts, and then grins goofily to himself as he realizes that his answer can double as meaning a word expression or a facial expression. Score one for Jim Kirk.
He tips back on his chair a little and looks at Castiel curiously. "It's not actually going to get stuck. It's just a saying." He bites back asking whether Castiel grew up under a rock or something, because that's a bit childish.
Also, he's not sure if Castiel would understand the reference. "What're you working on, anyway?"
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"Seems like you and I have the same problem," Jim says, gathering up a few journals and papers and lugging them over to the guy's table. He sits down and says, "tell me everything."
It's got a commanding air to it; Jim sometimes forgets that he's not on the Enterprise anymore, and that he can't go around demanding on-the-spot debriefings from people. They aren't his crew. He realizes this a second later and winces. "Please," he adds a little belatedly, and then a bit more warmly, "I've been looking into Rifts too. More the physics and mathematical side, though." He waves a vague hand. "I'm Jim Kirk, by the way."
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