002; try, try again?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Despite her trying not to return, not right away until she had a better idea of what the Plane was, Jim's found herself tugged back to the plane, like gravity, to have a proper look around. Mostly it's been going all right, even if it's a little odd - the beach, the forest, the theatre - and she's been taking a few notes for her own reference, even if they turn out to be not much help.

Right now, she's seated on the plane with her head and arms resting on her legs, because, as much as she hates to admit it, the lack of fixed points is extremely unsettling and making her feel disoriented, still. It's a little like the first time in warp - suddenly the stars, the fixed points in your life, are streaming all around you and nothing seems quite in balance anymore. For a Starfleet brat, who's used to the stars, it's like walking outside and realizing nothing will stay still: grass shifting into trees and bushes and the sky's melting into the horizon.

She'll be fine in a minute, though. And even if she isn't, she will be. The Kirk stubbornness says so.]

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[lamb_of_gold]

[Walking about with a bit more confidence than he has these last few days. Being blind is a big enough pain in the ass, but perpetually numb all over? Grah.

BUT! He's getting better, SO he's walking. And he walks almost right by Jim, but he stops, and turns to face her direction.]

Lost?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[She smiles - really more of a grimace, but, semantics.] Not exactly.

[lamb_of_gold]

[He can't tell the difference anyways] Overwhelmed, then?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I'm not used to these... surroundings.

[:|

Yes, yes, she does hate this.]

[lamb_of_gold]

It takes some time to adjust, I've found.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

How long have you been coming here?

[lamb_of_gold]

About eight weeks shy of two years.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[pauses next to her, keeping his voice soft and mild, so as not to startle]

I wouldn't let your guard down for too long. You never know what might pop up.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Apparently anything, here.

[Fffff she looks up a little, keeping her eyes on him and not the background. She needs to acclimate, shut up.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[offers a faint smile] All a bit disconcerting, isn't it?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

You could say that.

[:|

She wouldn't, specifically, but that's just because she hates being so off-balance. SHE IS A STARSHIP CAPTAIN THIS SHOULD NOT BOVVER HER. :| :| :|]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[yeah right Kirk :|]

It will pass, in Time. [gestures to the spot beside her] Would you mind some company, in the meantime?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[It's true. :|]

I suppose not.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

Madame? Are you ill?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

No, I'm fine. I just needed to sit down for a minute.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

In the middle of the Plane is a rather poor choice, however. {He was totally going to test some Psalms here, but oh well}

Is it the stars that are disorienting?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

In a manner of speaking.

[Ffffff just... going to be getting up, now, because she hates having someone wander over and be all 'wtf' at her. Even if she's not really ready yet.]

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{He hesitates, but offers his hand silently if she wants to take it}

Then I would feel safe to assume that you are just as new as I, Madame. Though from a different time, based on your manner of dress.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[After a moment, she accepts it, more out of politeness than anything else.]

I would assume so. What is your time period?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta strolls past holding a knife and tossing it absently; eventually she near skids to a halt and glances back at Kirk] ...You alright?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm fine.

[Which is... why she's sitting on the ground... good alibi, Kirk.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Just sleepy I suppose?

[Well- she's been there before; half her ribs broken? NAW, DON'T WORRY- COMPLETELY WONDERFUL]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Actually linefaces. :|]

I was a little... disoriented.

[Oh yeah, that's Jim's answer to everything.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

What, just by all the stars?

[Amazing sympathy there Brigitta; truly amazing :|]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I'm used to the stars. It's lack of orientation to them that's disconcerting.