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Date & Time: Backdated to early on the morning of the 4th.
Location: The apartments, en route to the Hold
Characters: Artie Nielsen and Admiral Jim Kirk
Summary: Grouchy old dude bonding on the way to the comm device testing.
Warnings: Possible bitching about Them Youngins? IDEK.

Early mornings were not always Artie's forte. Back in South Dakota, he'd kept his own hours, for the most part - sometimes the Warehouse woke him at the crack of dawn with an alarm, sometimes a task had kept him up until it, the night before, and he slept until noon. Here, they apparently expected you to go and train at the Hold - which he wasn't really having any of, either. Not yet, anyway, not after what had happened on his first time out. He'd devoted his days since the disastrous mission to Elmer's world to learning the lay of the land, going out and wandering, reading the tablet logs, soaking up as much knowledge as he could. That didn't exactly require any pressing need to be up with the birds, either.

But he'd volunteered to help Edward with his new device, and one of the new arrivals had asked if he'd like company - one of the new arrivals that he seemed to have clicked rather well with as a colleague. So at 6 AM sharp, Artie's tablet buzzed with a recording he'd made of his Farnsworth's ringtone ... a sound he'd known would wake him from even the deepest sleep after years of conditioning. There was only a moment's disorientation as he reminded himself he wasn't home anymore, and then he was going through the usual morning rituals of getting up, dressed, and ready. By the time he made his way down to the lobby, he'd managed to rub most of the glue from his eyes, and found something sufficient for breakfast. Now he waited patiently, his ever-present bag hooked over his arm, and kept his eyes peeled for Kirk.

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"I know, it's - somewhat of a Catch-22. We need the supplies in order to fight, to help rebuild this world and correct everything that's been done ... but it's hard to tell where the line is between taking enough and taking too much from the past." He scowls, having spent a lot of time and thought on that, himself.

"I haven't dealt too much with time or dimensional travel, but the few experiences I did have all had very, very strong bad sides."

But ah - there's the cafe, or what passes for it, and he pulls the door open for Kirk. "Almost as strong as the coffee here. Eheh heh."

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"It's dangerous, that kind of thing," Jim says, and from the gravity that sneaks into his voice he's speaking from some manner of experience. "I understand why, I even agree that in order to save this planet, it needs to be done— but a butterfly beating it's wings in the United States of Africa can start a tsunami on the other side of the world. Thank you." He adds as Artie holds the door, stepping into the cafe.

If nothing else, it smells familiar and that's more than enough to make Jim a little homesick. He smiles, the smallest quirk to his mouth, despite himself.

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"United States of Africa," he echoes, stepping in behind Kirk and shaking the rain off his hat. "That's one I haven't heard here, yet."