[Introduction]

[headthataway]

Jim had been (rather enthusiastically) on his way to the mess hall when the turbolift had deposited him...Well. Definitely not in the mess hall. Completely and totally not the mess hall, really. And Jim knew his mess halls. This was not one.

An entrance hall, maybe. It was large, and strange, definitely not part of his ship, and it contained no

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[bwahahabeetle]

"Don't think that's gonna work," Ted calls from where he's sprawled with his laptop. He'd found it in his room a couple days ago. Sure, he can't email anyone back home, but the internet works fine enough. So do his design programs, because that's what he's currently up to.

"I mean, if I can't send e-mails, stands to reason you can't comm out." ....Wait a second. Did he say Kirk? First Spock and now Kirk?! This place was getting more awesome the longer he stayed here.

[headthataway]

Jim turns to stare at the other man in the room. He looks human enough, but Jim's pretty aware by now that that means absolutely nothing.

"Mind telling me what's going on here?" And why he's even using what looks like a fairly antiquated machine.

[bwahahabeetle]

Don't worry, Jim. He's totally human. No superpowers, even, unless you count being very bendy as a superpower. (Not bendy like the Elongated Man, of course. Just flexible.)

"I would if I knew myself." Ted grins a little and moves the laptop off his lap, heading over to greet the new arrival. "You've arrived in a creepy mansion with a creepy owner, and you should have a room somewhere over thattaway." He gestured off down a nearby hallway.

"No way out, as far as I can see, and what's even creepier is that your room looks pretty much like your room at home."

[headthataway]

Well, of course being bendy is a superpower, wink wink nudge nudge.

"That's some kind of description, at least. Though 'creepy' really isn't a great descriptor." He looks where Ted gestures, distinctly curious.

"There's always a way out, and at least I'll know where to find everything."

[pythiaonwheels]

And Babs will be rolling herself into the entrance hall when she hears what sounds for all the world to be yet another new arrival. She'll stop suddenly when she sees him. Of course, doesn't it just figure that if there's a Spock...

"Sorry, I think you're stuck with the rest of us."

[headthataway]

"Great. Fantastic. I need to get back to my ship." Jim sounds a little annoyed, but not very. He's mostly curious, at the moment.

[pythiaonwheels]

"I'm sorry. If I knew a way out, I'd tell you. As it is, I don't."

[headthataway]

"Yeah, picked that up from the other guy. Didn't mean to snap at you." He grins charmingly. "I'm Jim. Captain James T. Kirk, actually, but Jim's fine for you."

[gorbalsgoebbels]

"This is the fucking Hotel California, pal," says Malcolm, who has taken to pacing the corridors aimlessly with his phone (found miraculously repaired on his desk) in his hand like a security blanket.

"And even the checking out part is a wee bit sketchy."

[headthataway]

Well, someone seems tense. Jim raises his eyebrows. "Oookay. Noted. Seems like a real happy place already."

[gorbalsgoebbels]

Malcolm is made of tension. Tension and barely restrained rage, usually.

"Oh aye, the happiest place on earth. The Magic fucking Kingdom," he replies expansively, arms flung wide.

[headthataway]

Jim's just gonna stare a second. He'd recommend 'stress relief', but even he's not gonna go there.

"...Right. Awesome. I'm Captain James Kirk." He eyes him for a second before offering his hand, wondering if it's going to be bitten or mangled.