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James T. Kirk absolutely loves marketplaces.

It's not necessarily because he's looking for anything, per se, although he does often keep an eye out for interesting books to add to his collection, or maybe a bottle of some kind of exotic alcohol, or some kind of pointless alien gizmo with which to annoy Spock with its purposeless existence. No, he just loves the sheer diversity each bazaar brings to the table.

No two markets have ever been alike, in his experience. Sure, it's not quite as exciting and mysterious as exploring deep space, but it's something of a microcosm of the same, all sorts of goods and cultures thrown into close quarters, and one never knows what one might find just down the street.

His shipboard gold uniform may stand out a bit in the crowd as he meanders along, a faint smile on his face as he leans in to examine someone's wares on display, just enjoying being out and about in the fresh air.

[OOC: Retconning Jim eating bacon in this thread. Hadn't fully considered some of the elements in his backstory at the time.]

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"Well at least one good thing about ending up in the Nexus, you have someone who could relate a little, if you ever need to talk... and not worry about it getting back to the crew of your ship." Hunter gently squeezes Jim's fingers.

His lot in life seems to be the comforter and listener. He doesn't mind that. Just sort of sucks that most of the good-looking guys he has met so far have ended up in the friend zone.

"Thanks." Jim squeezes his hand back, and gives him a small smile. "I gotta be honest, my crew didn't get the greatest first impression of me anyway. Except maybe Bones, 'cuz I was hungover and he was drunk, so it doesn't count." He sounds more amused than sad about it, though.

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"A lot can be said about the benefits of alcohol. Glad to hear that it is not totally a foreign concept, even if you are from a future timeline from me."

"What, getting totally smashed? Historians are pretty sure that agriculture only started as a way for humans to get their drink on, so I don't think that's going away anytime soon," Jim says, and now he's definitely amused.

"And there we go, we have a totally legit reason to go get drinks, anytime you are in the mood."

"I'm game," Jim agrees. He'd suggest right now, but Hunter has art to finish and to sell, so maybe now isn't the best time. "I'd give you my frequency but I'm not sure how that works cross-universe."

"You should pick up a PINpoint." Hunter reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his PINpoint. "Maybe you can connect it to your technology at home, some way."

"We're pretty adaptive," Jim says, frowning a little at the device. "What is it, some kind of subspace transmitter?"

"It is a combination of a communication device, with creating PINpoint access to the Nexus to your world. You can also get PINpoint addresses of other people, and enter their worlds."

He offers it to Jim to take a closer look.

"A communicator and a trans-dimensional transporter?" Jim sounds impressed, and he takes the device, looking it over. "Tell me this isn't an invention from 2017 or my chief engineer is going to absolutely shit himself."

"No." Hunter laughs. "They are only found here, in the Nexus. We don't know where they came from. Or who invented them."

His gaze snaps up from the PINpoint to look at Hunter, frowning a bit. "Wait, no one knows? Isn't that kind of... suspicious?"

"I can not say for certain that absolutely no one knows. Maybe those who do, just are not saying."

"I have had no problems with them. The Nexus gives you some benefits, for example in most areas there is an anti-violence field, and these PINpoints. But there are also dangers, like the LOLs."

"Anti-violence field? And it's not portable?" Oh, what a disappointment. There are countless times in his life where such a thing would've been ridiculously handy.

"The laughing-out-loud what nows?" he repeats, a little baffled.

"You must have not picked up a brochure." Hunter finds a few extras, located by his art supplies. Then hands on to Jim.

"Here. This may explain better."

"I did," he admits, recognizing it as the same thing he picked up near the sign. "I thought that part was a joke. But I guess I didn't believe in magic half an hour ago either, so."

"The sign. The brochures. They were placed there, by the same mysterious force who provides the anti-violence field and the PINpoints."

"The help is offered, if you wish to take it. If not, no one's feelings are hurt."

"Good, then no one will mind if I let my techs take one apart?" he asks hopefully. "They live for this sort of thing. Even if the technology can't be duplicated, it'd be enough to keep them busy for months."

"Just make sure it is someone who you can trust with the information."

"Good point," Jim has to admit. "We had a bit of a shake-up with invaders from an alternate future not too long ago, so there's a chance people might... flip out. Of course, Starfleet isn't gonna be happy with me if I don't report this, either."

He considers that, and shrugs a bit. "What the hell. I can keep a secret."

"Good. Well, for the time being, I can write down my PINpoint number for you. Then you can contact me later, when you get your own."

"That works for me," Jim agrees, flashing a grin at him. "Are you in this Nexus all the time, or do you go back home in between art shows?"

"I actually have a Nexus apartment, and my own New York apartment. My PINpoint connects the two locations."

"How does that work, with the time stopping thing?" Jim asks curiously. "If I'm on the Enterprise and I call you here, will I still be able to reach you?"

"Since I am not connected to your world, time doesn't stop when you are there, and I am here. And yes, I will receive your messages."

"Can I hope for some flirty ones?"