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who: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Peggy Carter, Re-L Mayer, Shai Ebbisaryn, Sans, Dick Grayson, Scott Lang, Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov
what: a rescue mission
when: from May 15th through to the end of the month
where: abandoned area, along the river, the delta and the waterfalls; between the first and second walls
warnings: monster attacks, probably some injuries/blood, don't expect anything more than that; add any needed warnings on your own threads as needed, please!

Despite the risks, most of the journey was a fairly quiet one. A lot of hours walking, making their way along the riverside, trekking through the woods and across small clearings. When the sun set they'd set up camp somewhere, and as soon as it rose they got back to their feet and out towards the Delta underneath the waterfalls.

Jim made sure they had all they needed; maps, compasses, whatever devices that could help them navigate the terrain. As far as supplies went, they had plenty of covers and extra clothes to make sure they didn't suffer through the colder nights, but there were no luxuries out here. If it rained, they'd be mostly unprotected, and they could only shower and wash their clothes so long as they had the time and access to the stream of the river. There was plenty of food, hopefully enough to last them the round trip, but they also had a myriad of tools and weaponry needed for any hunting and scavenging so they didn't always have to consume from the food they'd brought along for the trip.

The creatures living out here were another concern, and on a journey this long, they were bound to run into something sooner or later. They should be packing enough weaponry to keep the team safe and everyone in one piece, though.

Hopefully, it would be worth it. Jim didn't even care if they didn't get their hands on any of that research— all he cared about was that there were people possibly lost and in danger out there, and he wanted to try and save them.

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I'd be interested in giving them a read, when you're finished with them. [ After all, no use in taking over Kirk's books when he wasn't done with them to begin with. She knew that frustration all too well with unfinished books lingering in the possession of other people. Mostly, though, she's curious about stars due to her ignorance of them.

After all, she'd only ever seen reconstructions of night skies instead of a real one until not too long ago. ]

Strange... most everything is - was - kept digitally in Romdeau as well, though having a written journal tended to be preferred. Particularly if you didn't want something that the security structure could easily access. [ Basically, for participating in things that she shouldn't have. That's what a paper binder was and, probably, still is for her. ]

My grandfather had a large library of books that were.. I don't even know how old. I remember being told not to touch them, but... you can probably guess I did anyway.

[ Rebellion had run deeply in her from the beginning, after all. ]

I do. It even still has a map of Romdeau Dome in it. I didn't bring it here, specifically, because of all the water. But I can show you when we're back in the Quarantine.

I'll send them your way, then. [ One or two are from the library anyway, but he'll just let her know which ones they are so she can find them herself. The others, though, he'll gladly let her borrow them once he's finished with his own read. She doesn't seem the type to hold onto things indefinitely so he doesn't think he'll have any problems getting them back sooner rather than later. ]

Suppose that can be useful. Although we do have private means of keeping information digitally, but I don't think most people feel that need for secrecy. [ Thankfully. The Federation may have yet a lot to learn, but Jim for one is glad that it's, generally speaking, a fair and transparent system that respects people's right to privacy. ]

Well, as long as you kept them in one piece... [ Can't fault her for that streak of rebellion and curiosity, especially when Jim himself was just like her. ] Trade you, then. If you don't mind me going through it when I lend you my books.

I'd appreciate that. [ Better to have more than enough reading material, if she's honest. Who knew how much time she'd have to blow through in the precinct if left to her own devices and with not enough to do until she'd moved up through the ranks a little further. Doing beat cop work was still terribly boring for a mind that was used to putting together much more complicated mysteries than the classic petty crime and who done its that take not too long and a little witness testimony to get them to where they needed to be. ]

Lucky them I would say. [ Even here she'd more than likely keep things that she felt were.. maybe provocative to pad and pencil, just in case. ] The security apparatus in Romdeau Dome wasn't that kind to allow us all that kind of privacy. I can't say I miss it, but I still don't trust using digital means to send and receive things that may be more sensitive by their nature just in case.

I kept them in good condition - I wanted to read them myself with book in hand instead of focusing on a screen. [ Sue her, she wanted to actually touch a book at least once in her life. ] They're gone now, though. The real shame of losing the dome.

All that's in there is a bunch of old notes and information that's now irrelevant - you could study a map of Romdeau Dome, too, if you wanted. [ All of it was half caustic notes on her then-current cases, the occasional old photo of herself with her grandfather as a child. Nothing all that exciting, if she's honest. One day she'd have to heart to wipe that information, but for now, it was what she had left of home. ]

What I'm saying is have at it. There's nothing in there that's all that ground breaking at any rate.

Old habits die hard— something like that? [ Jim smiles, though, understanding her point of view completely. He's used to a different reality but it doesn't take a lot of thinking and imagination to picture the kind of world she comes from, and how privacy's something they both achieve through different means. Something he hasn't struggled for nearly as much, either.

If he were in her shoes (even if there's only so much he knows about the Dome so far), he wouldn't be inclined to keep private information in digital form, either. Even if everyone here swore up and down that it's perfectly safe. Different lives and experiences make for different habits. ]

I am sorry to hear. [ Jim's reminded of how many got lost back in his own world, especially during the Eugenics War. A lot of older material disappeared never to be seen again. Funnily enough, if not for the digital copies kept, both offline (in hard drives, personal pens and the like) and online, his generation would've likely grown up without knowing a single line from Shakespeare's plays, or so much as the titles of Charles Dickens works. Probably nothing much all the way up to the 20th century, actually. ]

I'd like that, yes. Even if it's useless information, doesn't mean it's not interesting. Thanks, by the way. [ He turns his journal around, handing it over to her. ] You can go through mine too, if you want to. Mostly things about Riverview, so it might be useful to you.

[ Along with vague and not too precise star charts and potential constellations, Jim also keeps notes on just about anything from flora and fauna to the economic system, important dates and holidays he's picked up on so far, places of interest... anything, really. Several different maps that he's been doing, with altitude information scribbled onto the pages along with coordinates, which he's been building into a larger map of the area beyond both walls. There are also a few sketches of plants, the abandoned city, some buildings and parks within the first wall, and the odd portrait of Bones and even Spock, and scribbles of some old bike or car. He's by no means an artist, mind, but they're not too terrible either. ]

Old habits die hard and I like for my business to remain as such.. [ It's easy enough to understand, right? It would seem to be common sense that most people didn't want their business floating out in space somewhere to be recovered by who knew what agency or person in general. But who knew - there were all kinds of different people, after all. She could be an alien who was a little too guarded about things like her personal life. Though.. considering reactions to things like how she was created and born... she'd learned to just keep these things to herself for her own ease.

It had also, incredibly, saved her a lot of grief on the Eluvio she suspected. ]

Unfortunately I wouldn't have had the time to get any of them, much less the entire library. By the time I got back to it, the dome was already what I imagine is absolute chaos, so... Getting out of there alive was my main priority instead of the books. [ That would surprise no one, she's sure. For most, their survival ranked over books, though there's a small part of her mind that thinks that, perhaps, some citizens went with the dome protecting whatever things meant the most to them. It would make sense, considering the priorities of most fellow citizens. ]

I'll send it to you once we're back in the Quarantine and I'm moved in to my apartment. I'd set up a move before you called me about the chance to go, so... I'm relying on some movers to make sure things are in place and.. I have a feeling that's not going to work out for me. [ Not with how particular she could be, but it was her own fault in a way. She could've said no and gone out on the next expedition she'd gotten wind of, but this one had just seemed too good to pass on, and suddenly she'd found movers and everything was in line. It would be a matter of getting things right once she got back.

She takes the journal as it's offered, flicking through the first few pages for a moment. At least his hand writing is readable. That's always a bonus, though it wasn't what she'd expected. ]

I have to say - your handwriting being readable actually surprised me. Don't ask me why because I don't particularly know why I thought it wouldn't be.

Can't argue with that. [ Kinda hard to. If anything Jim would probably find it weirder if she didn't have things she liked to keep personal. Doesn't have to be secrets, exactly, but one doesn't have to share literally everything with everyone. The concept alone comes off as a little too dystopian in Jim's mind. ]

Glad you made it out alive, despite the losses. But events like that... usually come with a lot of those. [ Not just books, but people too. Whole lives shattered and left behind. People who might even make it out but lose everything in the process. Jim can't help but be reminded of Vulcan, and for a moment his expression turns a little darker and more solemn, gaze downcast.

He glances up again when she mentions moving, his face brightening up again. ] You got a place of your own? Sounds great. Sorry that the mission got a little in the way of your plans, though, even if I am glad you joined us. [ She's been steady and reliable so far, and Jim doesn't regret his decision one bit. ]

That so? [ He chuckles a bit. ] Thinks it's like with doctors? Everyone expects them not to have legible handwriting. Maybe it's the same with captains. [ He reaches out and leafs through a few pages, finally stopping and tapping at some apparently unintelligible scribbling. ] I do know shorthand. Does that count as illegible?

[ Welcome to her reality for every day up until recently Jim : dystopian as hell. Still, for the moment she feels like Riverview is at least relatively safe, enough that she's trusting to go out on missions and all of that lot while others take care of things like arranging her apartment. She was sure she'd spend the next few days rearranging things once they got back to the Quarantine, but it was better than having her watch over the entire moving process, for her sanity as well as the movers for all of the furniture she's squirreled away for. ]

True. I never thought I'd see the end of Romdeau Dome, though. That's for damn sure. It's not as though I lost anything incredible, when it fell it's just... It seemed indestructible in my own mind, I guess. Like any home you have does. [ As if anyone would imagine the only home they've ever known falling in to the lake below it. They're now turned out like refugees on to a cold planet, or well.. Vincent, Pino and Kristeeva were. Now without her. Which is only mildly concerning. ]

It saves me, even slightly. Watching and managing people moving who knows how much furniture is sure to give both the movers and I a hell of a headache. It'll be easier, I think, if I just come back and .. move things around instead of having to manage it top to bottom. [ Or micro-manage as she is so apt to do. Having time to complain to herself and just... get things lined up as she wants them to be seems to be a better plan, and well.. she wasn't planning on leaving her now private amenities without shared bathrooms or living space for quite a while after her move in for anything but work. It's a goal to go back to the Quarantine at least, something to work toward as if she needs any more drivers to get out of the whole camping lifestyle thing. ] Besides, I wasn't going to turn down a chance to see outside the walls, particularly this far out. Might have to talk to Stark about flying vehicles when we're back in the Quarantine, though.. could've saved a good bit of time if we'd had the means to fly out here instead of coming by foot.

It didn't even have anything to do with profession - I guess I just didn't pin you as the type to have decent penmanship. [ She shrugs, as sometimes following her own little thoughts and perceptions were wrong, just as any other person's - her built in skills aside. She brings the notes a bit closer to her face after he's pointed it out, eyes following the dips and curves of what's written there for a moment, trying her best to suss it out. It's a small effort, of course, and if she'd needed this journal for evidence she might spend a little longer staring before making any declarations, however - ]

I think if I gave it more time I might be able to figure it out. But, for a short look at it, yes, that counts. [ Though, it seems to give her a bit of a laugh. ]

To be fair, some of my notes will no doubt look the same.

Some things are like that. But as they say, nothing lasts forever. Nothing... nothing is indestructible. [ Not things, not places. When Jim has seen a whole planet implode, a dome doesn't seem at all farfetched. Especially when the latter likely was a lot more frail and worn out than the former.

But she has lived through it, moved on to some degree. That's something. An attestation to people's will and strength. The strength to move on and go on living, despite the hardships. Jim will never not be in awe of that. ]

Stark? Can't say I've heard of him. [ She peeks his interest, though. ] You think he could build something close to a shuttle or something? Even if it can't break the atmosphere, it might be useful to explore the rest of this moon.

[ And Jim is dying to get his feet off the ground, to no one's surprise. He'd be the first to jump at the opportunity to get his hands on anything that can fly and go for a trip somewhere— anywhere. If this Stark really can do that, then he'll gladly look for the guy and hit him up himself. ]

You can always have your fun deciphering it later on, if you want to. I don't mind. [ Not like he kept it like that as some sort of code. For the most part he had been practicing, and she might find that a lot of it is just inane texts, transcriptions of conversations he heard on the street, or dialogues on movies or shows. ]

If you'd told ten year old me that I'm sure I could've listed to you all the ways that the Dome would never fall.. Grandfather was very good at drilling it in to my head. [ Though, as an adult who could think on her own, her grandfather had found her frustratingly individual, too strong-headed and too focused on the truth instead of just believing what she was told. It had all been a strange set of events, but there's no sense in looking back too hard on it now. She wouldn't be back there ever again so far as she could tell, so there was little point in lingering.

And besides, now she could at least enjoy a starry night's sky and sunlight, or.. well, light of some kind. ]

he might be able to provided you can pick your way through his office and all of the innumerable things there. I don't know how he keeps track of his own head, much less his notes in all of that mess and turbulence. Though maybe that's just how his mind works best. Hell if I know.

[ The idea of flying around the planet, or even lifting off in to free space again seems .. strangely appealing, though she wasn't exactly the type that liked the idea of all the pit falls of space. A few too many experiences with no gravity and the life support systems shutting down on the Eluvio had been more than enough for her, thank you. ]

I would say invite me, if he made you one, but after all the shit I went through when the Eluvio's systems went down I think I'd rather stay planet side. [ She closes Jim's notebook, pleased with the exchange for the moment, but not particularly keen to read his journal when there's a sky to look at. She'd never seen one before this grand adventure, after all. ]

Do you want this back until I can send you my part of this?

You live, you learn. And kids do tend to be very headstrong when it comes to things they believe in. [ Even if it's things that have been drilled into their heads, or things they feel on a deeper, more basic and emotional level. Up until his twenties, Jim would have probably laughed in the face of anyone who told him he'd grow up to become a Starfleet Captain. Not just any Captain either, but one to go on history records as the youngest to be promoted, the first to lead a whole crew on a five-year deep space mission, while captaining the flagship of the Federation no less. Chances are he would've been even more hellbent on putting any and all distance between himself and what was, after all, his father's dream.

And as he always made a point to express in a myriad of ways back then, he's not his father. ]

I might be able to. My Chief Engineer isn't especially organized either, but we managed to work pretty well together. I can try to get in touch and see what ideas he might have about that.

[ What he wouldn't give for a single shuttle that could take him around the moon, too. He'll definitely have to hit up this Stark guy once he makes it back to the Quarantine. ]

Can't say I blame you. But you can always tag along if I only end up exploring the moon. [ Better than staying within the Quarantine, at least. He has a feeling she'd be the kind to want to explore the rest of the moon, too. See what they could find. ]

I might need it for the rest of the mission, but you can keep it once we go back to the city. Deal?

As a child I think I was more malleable than I am now. My need for finding the truth outweighed my urges to please my grandfather eventually. It was only a matter of a few more years and more time out on my own or... as alone as I could be, with Iggy around. [ Her constant autoreiv companion had been more like a guiding hand than anyone else in her life up until that point, and without him now she still finds herself at a loss at times. Being without an autoreiv for someone who's had one her entire life was something like a phantom limb - she still found herself thinking that she could reference Iggy - only to remind herself that no, she could not, and would not be able to even if she were to return home. It is, at times, a brutal truth, but something that she's going to have to get used to, over time. Even with Pino and Kristeeva none of it would be exactly the same - they just weren't Iggy in all the ways she'd appreciated him. ]

Is your chief engineer here as well? [ It's worth the question at least. ] I'm sure he'll have many. He seems the type, despite all the chaos in his office space. Smart, just not really in the mode for cleaning up his space when he's done building whatever it was for the day.

Maybe not for the maiden trip. But the second provided everything works well. [ Basically just saying she'll not be the guinea pig for this whole fanciful flight to the moon - at least for the first one. That's typically where most things that could go wrong, would, right?

She passes the journal back with a little nod. ]

It's only fair considering I don't have my object for trade here, either.

Well, you can turn out one of two ways when you grow up. I think the path you took is the best of the two. [ In a situation like hers, you either become a complacent sheep or you learn to think for yourself, to see and recognize what's wrong with the system. It might've landed her in a lot of trouble, but still— Jim is a firm believer that there's no amount of safety that's worth the price of freedom or truth. ]

Oh, I wish. I mean, not that I'd want him to be here if he didn't want to, but I would like to have him around. Then again that's true for a lot of people. [ He misses his crew, especially the few among it that he considers his friends. And part of him wishes they were here too. For now, though, he'll just count himself lucky that he has Bones. ]

I'll keep you in mind, then. [ Hypothetically speaking, of course. For all he knows they won't ever succeed in building any sort of aircraft, let alone a spaceship or any kind of vessel capable of leaving the atmosphere. But it's something to hope for, at least.

He smiles, tipping his head a little as he sets the journal down next to him. ] You can keep it with you once we make it back. I'm logging all the relevant information into my device, anyway. I just like taking down other notes while I'm out here, is all.

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