smartass_captain

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The windows are all opaqued so Jim won't be able to see outside at the majesty that is Yorktown but he'll feel the simulated gravity all the same the second he touches down in the entryway to his older companion's apartment. Yorktown's architecture is very Starfleet Basic in most cases, which makes sense because it is a base. The apartment might remind Jim more of the Academy dorms (just bigger) than his place in San Francisco.

Furniture's all the bare minimum, though there are a few special additions littered atop it. Stacks of leatherbound tomes that no doubt come from Nirn are stacked on one of the side tables as well as a satchel that smells ever so faintly of pine needles and something earthy. Dried mushrooms, perhaps?

The captain's in his new civvy clothes pulling brand new pieces out of a box. Nothing fancy--definitely something Jim bought off the shelf literally today so they'd have a set to play with. Nothing at all like the old set Jim sued to have or the one his counterpart owns. He'll have to splurge on a good set soon, but there was no time for that today. Seems like he only just realized he didn't have a chess set anymore. Jim looks up from the box when he hears his bearded companion arrive.

"Take a seat, coffee table or dining table. Either's fine." He doesn't seem to have much prepared yet.