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Okay, to save time, my name is James T. Kirk. I'm the Captain of the USS Enterprise. I've decided to come here as a Warden... to come back as a Warden?

[He has to ponder this for a moment.]

Honestly, I know I was here before but I must've been wasted the entire time because I don't remember any of it. So fill me in. What happened, what I'd do.

If you have no idea either, then hi. Nice to meet you.

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I'll be there in a few minutes.

[And he is, and he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's checking her out as he walks up. If she knew him before, then she's got to be used to that. And he's obviously trying to refresh his memory.]

I still think I would remember you.

[She's used to it, and as usual she's struggling to mind much. Being shamelessly objectified is better than a lot of other things, and she's looking a lot better than she did a couple weeks ago - more rested and better presented, not that he'd know any different.

She's also drifting back to the 'hot librarian' look now she's actually working in the library, so, enjoy that.

And she's just going to ignore the flirting and try to be helpful.]

Barge amnesia affects a lot of people. You might get some of your memories back, eventually. Sometimes they need to be triggered - a familiar situation, a certain person...it can be a lot of things.

Or he got the wrong Kirk. There's a couple of us out there as far as I know.

[Stupid alternate universes and time traveling Romulans.]

I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm not that worried.

You'll just have to forgive a few people for being worried on your behalf, in that case. What do you want to see first?

What's your favorite place on the ship?

[Her gaze inevitably flickers down the corridor toward the engine room, which is somehow still the most honest answer to that question, but she recovers quickly.]

Probably the deck. Though it'd be pretty boring to someone who's grown up in a world where space travel is so normal.

Show me anyway. Let me be the judge of that.

[A small twitch of a smile.]

Alright. It's just at the top of the stairs...?

[She nods along the corridor.]

Oh, ladies first. [He's gesturing for her to go ahead of him. Not so he can check out her ass, nope. He would never do that.]

[ Certainly not. And were that the case, she'd certainly not be completely aware of it. And walking ahead of him nonetheless. ]

You said you... sort of remember being here. Do you have any idea how long it's been since you returned to the Enterprise? How much time has passed?

[Kirk's eyes drop down towards her legs, almost on reflex, before he follows her down the hall. The answer to her question though? He really doesn't have one, so he shrugs.]

No idea. I've been the captain for less than a year. If that helps?

[ That doesn't quite gel with her recollection, but it's been a long time - she couldn't say whether it's just get memory playing tricks, or something else. It's not as if their illustrious employer (no. His employer, her jailer) has much respect for linear time. ]

I suppose it doesn't really matter. You're here now.

[ She opens the door onto the deck and steps out; the air is cooler up here and she breathes deeply. ]

[During his initial walk through of the Barge, which basically ended at the mess hall because he was hungry, Kirk didn't make his way to the deck. And now that he's here? Holy shit.]

Wow. We don't have stuff like this where I'm from.

[ She smiles, faintly, cautiously. ]

I suppose it makes a change for you to be so... exposed, like this. It's not space exactly, more like the space between spaces. Whatever there is between alternate universes.

[Kirk looks at her strangely when she starts talking about alternate universes.]

Yeah, usually don't get this close without a suit.

What makes you say that it's between universes?

[ She's wrong-footed for a moment, but only a moment. He doesn't remember anything, she reminds herself; at least not enough. ]

Most people on board are from different planes of reality. It stands to reason that the Barge is its own place, or... no place at all, you might say. A void.

Well, it is supposed to be a prison ship for people who have died. [So yeah, that makes sense.]

What did I really sign up for?

[ A prison ship for people who have died. Unless you take it on yourself to be so very special that the Admiral decides to keep you around even after you've earnt your life back. ]

Honestly?

[ She sets her forearms on the railing, peering up into the dark. ]

...the Barge can be awful. It needs the best of you, 24-7, but it draws out the worst and throws it in your face and everybody else's for good measure, over and over and over. Things happen that make you lose all control over yourself, do things you'd never do if you were on your right mind. And it's nobody's fault, usually, there's nobody to take responsibility. All you can do is shrug and make your apologies and try to move on.

[That's a sobering description. Part of him thinks that she has to be exaggerating and another part assumes that it won't be that bad for him because he's pretty tough ~~and also very arrogant~~.]

But there's gotta be some kind of stress relief. Or I imagine there'd be mass murder happening all the time.

[ She doesn't answer verbally, but she does pull a face that says 'yeah, pretty much'. ]

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