002; try, try again?

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[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.]