Day 49: Early Afternoon - Main Street

[hes_deadjim]

Other than catch a glimpse of a few book spines and the first floor, McCoy hadn't gotten the chance check out the store fully. He'd still managed to uncover a few interesting things before he left. It wasn't exactly the answer, or even close to it, about how to get out of here, or what they had planned for them, or even who these people really were

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[doneinthree]

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It was with great reluctance that Kirk tore himself away from Faith's company, and not because of the pouring rain outside either. While he'd never be the first person to argue for his sense of priorities, Kirk could say with certainty that he had good instincts, and that he wasn't afraid of getting wet. Something else lurked beneath Doyleton's picturesque surface, and it wasn't going to be discovered while flirting over a burger. Besides, there'd be other opportunities to talk to a beautiful girl - if nothing else, that Jim could guarantee would happen no matter where he went

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy looked up, eying the clouds apprehensively. The sky was just getting grayer and grayer with each passing second, the clouds dark and heavy looking. Whose bright idea was it to put together a field trip in these conditions

[doneinthree]

"I am, actually." Kirk leaned out to look up at the sky, then ruffled one hand through his drenched hair, doing little to dry it. Yet for the simple pleasure of being outdoors instead of trapped inside brick walls, he looked delighted. True, this field trip held only the illusion of freedom, but the choice to refuse to stay out of the rain was still a choice. His choice, in defiance of the daytime staff and their deceptive concern. If James T. Kirk excelled at only one thing, it was rebellion. "There weren't as many buildings to check out in the southwest, so I had plenty of time to explore the whole area. I know, I'm awesome

[hes_deadjim]

He didn't see why Jim looked so thrilled at being outside and rained on

[doneinthree]

Kirk didn't roll his eyes at Bones' fussing, being as he was extremely used to this even before his friend had became his CMO, but his expression might've suggested that he was thinking about it. Nonetheless, Kirk flipped his hood back on without even a comment about how Bones was being a killjoy, because he was the captain now, and therefore totally mature.

Admittedly, luck did deserve some credit for the amount of ground he'd been able to cover since their meeting their morning. The only two buildings of note in his quadrant had been the spa and the furniture store, neither of which had appeared to contain anything too out-of-place for the era Doyleton was imitating. A bookstore would contain considerably more sources worth investigating, but evidently what Bones had discovered wasn't found between paper sheets