The neglect of truth... [Active/Closed]
Characters: Spock and James T. Kirk
Content: Spock reasserts his duties as a first officer.
Location: 23rd floor of the Bryant Park Hotel.
Time of day: Early in the mooooorning. Because Vulcans do not require much sleep.
Warnings: Stubbornness, Vulcan logic, Kirk logic, TBD.
His quarters were only a short distance away, not much of a distance at all for a Vulcan who had walked the length of a Constitution-class battleship during inspection. There were no viable reasons for any hesitance on his part, not for the task at hand, and that prompted him to approach the door with long, even steps.
"Captain. May I have a moment of your time?"
Spock, standing straight with shoulders back and his hands clasped behind him, called impassively through the closed door of James T. Kirk's temporary quarters. He had yet to grasp the curious habit of knocking, used to having his verbal commands followed immediately and for the security systems to announce him.
Content: Spock reasserts his duties as a first officer.
Location: 23rd floor of the Bryant Park Hotel.
Time of day: Early in the mooooorning. Because Vulcans do not require much sleep.
Warnings: Stubbornness, Vulcan logic, Kirk logic, TBD.
His quarters were only a short distance away, not much of a distance at all for a Vulcan who had walked the length of a Constitution-class battleship during inspection. There were no viable reasons for any hesitance on his part, not for the task at hand, and that prompted him to approach the door with long, even steps.
"Captain. May I have a moment of your time?"
Spock, standing straight with shoulders back and his hands clasped behind him, called impassively through the closed door of James T. Kirk's temporary quarters. He had yet to grasp the curious habit of knocking, used to having his verbal commands followed immediately and for the security systems to announce him.