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[works_in_space]

Kirk is not surprised to get a cupcake shaped like a stovepipe hat with his coffee today. it is February 12, after all. And that's one of those days that means a lot to many people, being the birthday of both Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin (literally on the same day in 1809

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[isaysimplewords]

[OOC: I'm gonna be on sporadic slowtime here, what with classes and schoolwork and such, but I could not help myself.]

If Cal were telepathic, and the type to eavesdrop, and further if he were stupid enough to comment on what he so rudely overheard, his response to Kirk's conundrum would be a very simple one, just two words:

People suck.

As it is, though, he's just checking out the cupcake, because it's a serious work of art.

(That he is showing more interest in the cupcake than the man to whom it belongs says a great deal about how much progress he's made with the idea of "fictional" people in Milliways. Once you've met Mickey Mouse, and your friend has relocated to the Star Wars universe, James Kirk is not that big a surprise.)

(No matter how many hours you wasted watching the original Star Trek stoned out of your gourd.)

"Special occasion?"

[works_in_space]

"Lincoln's birthday. February 12. The Bar apparently knows that I'm something of a Lincoln buff." The Bar always knows more than it should, which bothers Jim a tiny bit (and lot less than it used to). "I think the brim is chocolate."

[isaysimplewords]

"Sounds like her," Cal says with a nod. "Especially the chocolate part." He sips his coffee and says thoughtfully, "You know, they keep the calendar with the dates on it here, but I don't think I've heard anyone say what year it is. I don't think it would mean much, but the dates don't either, really."

Cal doesn't generally think much about how time works in Milliways. It tends not to be worth the headache. It's still interesting sometimes, though.

[works_in_space]

"I think that the year would be incalculable. Billions of years after the Earth has been swallowed by the Sun, possibly trillions. I think that the date is maintained just to have some sense of order or passage of time for patrons.

"If it matters, my year is 2288." He sips at his coffee anew.

[sime_channel]

"Jim!" Suzi beams and does a peculiar hopping motion as she moves forward, waving at him above the crowd and disappearing back into it until she gets to his table, "Jim, I'm getting married! In the baseline way, not in the Sime way."

[works_in_space]

There is nothing that can clear the mixed thoughts from a mind like Suzi. And how much more so than when there is good news.

"Suzi, that's wonderful." He gets up and hugs her.

[sime_channel]

She hugs him back, beaming and allowing hints of her pleasure to leak out, "We're going to do a civil ceremony, small, but I'm really hoping that you'll come? I'm not sure when it's going to be, but. Eee."

[works_in_space]

"Come to your wedding? Suzi, wild horses couldn't stop me." Yes, that expression endures, at least among those who ride horses. "Should I find a suit, or can I pass in my uniform?" The last wedding in the past he attended, he stuck with the uniform.