The next day after classes around 4pm he changes out of uniform and into black jeans and a white shirt then heads over to an apartment building near campus and goes up to the 4th floor and knocks on Spock's door.

Spock opens the door with a nod, he's out of uniform in a grey Vulcan style day robe "Jim" he acknowledges, opening the door so he can come in.

"Hey Spock" Jim nods walking past him and looking around, it's about what he expects, grey on grey, everything organised and nothing there that doesn't have a logical reason to be there, except for the bookcase, "Huh" he blinks looking it over, "I thought I was the only one who still read paper books."

Spock raises an eyebrow, "You do? I have met no one else who preferred books over a PADD."

"Well a PADD is fine, but nothing beats holding the story in your hands you know" Jim smiles.

Spock touches the spine of an old well worn copy of Alice in Wonderland, "Precisely."

Jim smiles, his eye catching a chess board next to the old children's book, "You play chess?"

Spock nods, "I do. Do you also share this interest?"

"Yep" Jim replies popping the p, "Maybe we could play a game later?"

"That would be agreeable" Spock nods, closing the door and moving towards the table where a pot of tea is waiting with two cups and a PADD, "I have assembled a list of candidates."

Jim sits down across from him looking over the names, "Lilli Hertu" the name jumps out at him, "That's a Orion name."

"It is" Spock agrees, "She was rescued as a teenager from a brothel on Seg'tdhg 3 and brought to Earth, she graduated top of her class from business school and has worked for 3 fortune 500 companies in high level positions but left all of then after sexual complaints against co-workers where dismissed by her superiors. She has spoken out about your book, stating her pleasure with the work."

"She's at the top of my list" Jim nods, it makes sense to him, a charity to help Orion's should be run by an Orion, she would know best what her people need and it doesn't hurt that she's highly educated and qualified for the position.

"So I filed the paperwork to start a charity" Jim hands him his own PADD, "They needed a name so I went with Vivnu Relief Group."

"Logical" the Vulcan nods, "People associate the name Vivnu with your book, using the characters name will draw more volunteers and donations."

"That's the thought" Jim agrees, "Anyway I've been going over what I want VRG to do, I asked Gaila a couple questions earlier, I couldn't make it that subtle with the kinds of questions I was asking, so I told her I heard rumour Jamie River was starting VRG and started a conversation about what she wishes it would do. Anyway, we'd need to do the basics, counselling, medical, housing, but she also had some other ideas like eduction, a lot of them got little to no eduction because of the hell they went through, most who get out can't even read or write. So we'd want a program to teach them how to in Orion, if they wanna learn they can learn other languages too, English, Vulcan, Betazoid, Klingon whatever so they can get by on another planets, they should have that option, plus help moving them wherever they wanna go when ready, after helping them train for whatever job they might want."

Spock nods in agreement, "It is logical to give them education options. However there is still the matter of the low number to assist, less than 20 Orion's escape every year. We will need to free more and dismantle their operation otherwise we will, as humans say 'be treating the symptoms but not the disease.'"

"True" Jim nods thoughtfully, "Maybe we should take the offensive too, I could buy a few ships for VRG and recruit some ex-Starfleet people to work them, get them out there tracking down sex rings and taking them down."

"That is an agreeable method" Spock nods pouring two cups of tea, "I will compile the correct paperwork and licences we will require for such an endeavour."

"Great, cause I have no clue what we'd need for that" Jim grins, grabbing the offered cup of the tea with a thankful nod. "So I've already been looking for somewhere to do this and I found a place down town that looks okay, use to be a high end rehab centre. First two floors are comfy meeting rooms, big dining room and private counselling rooms, floor above that's is super basic medical, it would need to be retrofitted for more than drug tests and the common cold but that wouldn't be hard, top 5 floors are all nice 1 to 3 bedroom apartments, so the patients won't have to leave any dependents alone or in a foster home and the outside is all lush gardens, swimming pools and spots counts. We'd have to get rid of the security stuff that stops the patients from leaving without permission but aside from the med-floor and security its pretty perfect."

"It is an ideal location" Spock nods, "Why is the rehabilitation clinic no longer operational?"

"Cause this isn't the 21st century anymore" Jim shrugs, "The government has rehab centres that don't cost an arm and a leg to check into and aren't shit holes. The guy who owned it was a dumb ass who thought people would paid like they did back then when they could go somewhere just as nice for free." he shakes away that thought, "Anyway I can get my publisher to send the money..."

They keep talking business and planning for another hour before pulling out the chess board, with everything talked through there's nothing more they can do until they start interviewing for the job tomorrow.