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asgardgenesis2020-01-10 08:07 pm
winscenario) wrote in asgardgenesis2020-01-10 08:07 pm
captain's log, entry two ( video )
[ The feed starts with Jim greeting the viewers with bright blue eyes and a smile. He’s at the farm, in what looks like an office he’s managed to put together, sitting at a desk with journals and various papers scattered across the surface. ]
Hello, Asgard. For those who don’t know me, I’m Captain James Kirk. That’s Klaus Hargreeves over there.
[ He motions behind him, to where Klaus is busy… doing something or other in the background. Klaus abandons whatever he’s doing to approach the desk and greet their viewers properly. ]
Hey, hi, hello! [ An enthusiastic fingergunning motion with the hand not holding a pen. ] So, I was talking to a friend of mine, uh, however long ago about how we really need something to tell the days apart. Like, obviously, we already know when it’s daytime and nighttime, even without having to go back to our godhauses during the latter, but we don’t… have anything like a calendar?
Which is why we’re here. [ Klaus twirls the writing utensil between his fingers then points it toward Jim, evidently quite pleased with their progress already. ] Working together on something to help all of us out in the long run.
Of course, we want your guys’ opinions of how we should go about this since not everybody’s worlds are the same. [ Another gesture toward his partner, that way Jim knows he can take the floor once he’s finished for the moment. ]
[ Jim nods along to Klaus’s explanation, waiting for him to finish to continue talking. ]
I realize this might seem pointless to some of you, but maybe not all. So what we’re curious about is what measures of time you use in your world, if any at all. I’ve noticed that most places measure it through hours, days, weeks, months and years, which is more or less how we do it where I’m from. It goes like this…
Sixty seconds makes up one minute, sixty minutes makes up one hour, and twenty-four hours makes up one day. Each week has seven days, and a month can have anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-one days. A year has 365 or 366 days. However, space travel is fairly commonplace where I’m from, so we also use stardates, which is a more universal way to measure time across all planets that are either part of or allied with Federation space, or in some way related to the Federation.
I’m curious to hear about how everyone measures time where they’re from. If you have a calendar, and how it works. How long are your days and years, if you have them at all. And if you don’t measure time at all where you’re from, why is that? How do you keep track of events that happened, or events that will happen in the future? Or is time just a construct your species doesn’t adhere to in general?
[ Jim realizes he’s rambling like a nerd sssssoooo he shuts up to let Klaus get a word in if he wants to, and finish the announcement for the both of them. ]
As you can see, we’re both pretty excited about it! I think it’s safe to say, we’d ideally like to get something on the bracelets that’s easily accessible to everyone. [ He glances toward Jim for confirmation, somehow grinning even wider. ] Until then, [ A beat while he plucks up a piece of paper with haphazardly written numbers, ] it’ll be good ol’ reliable paper.
We can definitely ask the gods about making as many copies as necessary, I think. Pretty sure they won’t mind? If so, then no worries, we’ve got this. [ Their hands will certainly be tired afterward, but hey, worth it! ]
Thanks, as always, for your attention, you lovely people!
Hello, Asgard. For those who don’t know me, I’m Captain James Kirk. That’s Klaus Hargreeves over there.
[ He motions behind him, to where Klaus is busy… doing something or other in the background. Klaus abandons whatever he’s doing to approach the desk and greet their viewers properly. ]
Hey, hi, hello! [ An enthusiastic fingergunning motion with the hand not holding a pen. ] So, I was talking to a friend of mine, uh, however long ago about how we really need something to tell the days apart. Like, obviously, we already know when it’s daytime and nighttime, even without having to go back to our godhauses during the latter, but we don’t… have anything like a calendar?
Which is why we’re here. [ Klaus twirls the writing utensil between his fingers then points it toward Jim, evidently quite pleased with their progress already. ] Working together on something to help all of us out in the long run.
Of course, we want your guys’ opinions of how we should go about this since not everybody’s worlds are the same. [ Another gesture toward his partner, that way Jim knows he can take the floor once he’s finished for the moment. ]
[ Jim nods along to Klaus’s explanation, waiting for him to finish to continue talking. ]
I realize this might seem pointless to some of you, but maybe not all. So what we’re curious about is what measures of time you use in your world, if any at all. I’ve noticed that most places measure it through hours, days, weeks, months and years, which is more or less how we do it where I’m from. It goes like this…
Sixty seconds makes up one minute, sixty minutes makes up one hour, and twenty-four hours makes up one day. Each week has seven days, and a month can have anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-one days. A year has 365 or 366 days. However, space travel is fairly commonplace where I’m from, so we also use stardates, which is a more universal way to measure time across all planets that are either part of or allied with Federation space, or in some way related to the Federation.
I’m curious to hear about how everyone measures time where they’re from. If you have a calendar, and how it works. How long are your days and years, if you have them at all. And if you don’t measure time at all where you’re from, why is that? How do you keep track of events that happened, or events that will happen in the future? Or is time just a construct your species doesn’t adhere to in general?
[ Jim realizes he’s rambling like a nerd sssssoooo he shuts up to let Klaus get a word in if he wants to, and finish the announcement for the both of them. ]
As you can see, we’re both pretty excited about it! I think it’s safe to say, we’d ideally like to get something on the bracelets that’s easily accessible to everyone. [ He glances toward Jim for confirmation, somehow grinning even wider. ] Until then, [ A beat while he plucks up a piece of paper with haphazardly written numbers, ] it’ll be good ol’ reliable paper.
We can definitely ask the gods about making as many copies as necessary, I think. Pretty sure they won’t mind? If so, then no worries, we’ve got this. [ Their hands will certainly be tired afterward, but hey, worth it! ]
Thanks, as always, for your attention, you lovely people!
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I'm not saying that the cat hates me but she sure likes ruining my shirts a whole lot. [ He tries to bribe her with treats, it works so so. ]
One or two, I hope.
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[ Yes, cheese from all things. Don't' ask Pete how he figured that one. ]
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[ Or Asgardian catnip, whatever. ]
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[ They should go to Klaus for any plat related drugs. ]
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[ IDK man, using Klaus's plants might not be the best idea.
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[ You think Peter would have learned after one of Klaus' homemade cookies made him high as a kit, and *yet*...
HE WILL TRY NOT TO, they have enough trouble with the cat as it is. ]Your pets are so much more well behaved. What's your secret? Are you sure you're not some sort of fairytale princess?
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[ He smiles playfully, then chuckles at Peter's question. ]
I don't know. I guess it's just... my natural charm. Or maybe I really am a fairytale princess. Who can say, really.
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[ These two silly men. ]
Just in case make sure you don't prick your finger on a spinning wheel.
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[ Jim tilts his head at that. ] If I do, please promise me you'll find someone to kiss me and break the curse.
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'Someone'. [ Peter raises his eyebrows as if offended. ] Oh I see how it is...I'm not good enough to try the kiss curse-breaking, hm.
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Are you kidding? I don't care how good a kisser you might be, I'm not risking Gamora coming after me. She's scary, and I'd rather stay alive and in one piece, thanks.
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[ Peter's nonchalance lasts about 3 seconds before burs out laughing. ]
Okay, okay, good point. But I would find you someone, no worries. Unless you already have someone in mind...?
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[ Seriously Peter. Jim thought you liked your balls attached to your body. ]
Not trying to fish for personal information, are you? [ He narrows his eyes at Peter suspiciously. ] Maybe I've kissed one or two people. Maybe more than two. Maybe you should try not to stick your nose in, buddy.
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[ He does. and he doesn't want to piss off his wife to be, he's just being a clown as always. ]
I wouldn't do that!....[ If my friend actually shared it. Look, he worries about you, Jim, it's all. ] There's a lot of maybes in that answer. But fine, forget I asked.
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Come on, don't be like that. Look, if you're really interested, I'll tell you. It's not like any of it's a secret, anyway.
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Your private life is yours alone, Jim. [ Peter reassures him, voice kind. ] It's only that I know that being here isn't easy and having company helps. As long as you are happy it's all good, I was only curious.
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I know. And I have... enjoyed the company of a few people. There's also someone who's-- a little more special. I hope. We're still trying to figure things out.
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Good, that's good. I see that I'll have to cancel the secret party with the strippers then, you don't need any help. [ Peter jokes to ease the mood and then gives Jim a smile. ] Best luck with that, my friend.
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You're impossible. [ Still, with a smile, he dips his head. ] Thanks, Peter. I promise to come to you should I need any help.
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Welcome. You know were to find me. [ A pause. ] Fighting a Siamese cat or buried under a giant dog. That's where.