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Nov 15, 2009 18:57

Characters: S'chn T'gai Spock + (Open)
When: Monday, 7:45 PM
Where: TV Station
Rating: PG
Description: Spock is finishing up a broadcast and staying late at the station

He was out of the studio within minutes of finishing the broadcast, brows set together in thought. Spock was well aware that his delivery of the news was both unconventional and ( Read more... )

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schntgaispock November 16 2009, 20:02:19 UTC
Spock's eyes traced the door, and then flit to his paper. Setting it back down on the desk, he threaded his fingers together and sat back in his chair, attempting a more formal positions.

"You may enter." Said Spock. He was curious who would be knocking so late; the majority of his appointments were taken care of during the day. It was not unwelcome company, however.

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schntgaispock November 28 2009, 01:49:40 UTC
"Oh yes. Were they of company concern?" Asked Spock. He truly did think nothing of the threats, if anything, they were slightly amusing. He had far more important work to preoccupy himself with instead of wasting time and energy on considering threats.

If the people pressing said threats found it to be an effective use of their time, then so be it. It was not however an effective use of Mr. Spock's time, therefore he found it would be a most logical course of action to simply ignore it.

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schntgaispock November 28 2009, 01:54:58 UTC
"If they are not of any concern to myself, may I inquire as to of why they would be a concern to the company?" Asked Spock. This would have been considered coy to anyone who did not know the Russian newscaster better. The corners of his lips tugged slightly as he watched her, eyes fixed on hers.

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schntgaispock November 28 2009, 02:02:53 UTC
"If the threats held any true form of credence, I would be inclined to be cautious. However," Said Spock, withdrawing a letter from his desk. This one was one of his favorites, as the ink was smudged by a large coffee stain. He offered it to the woman to glance over. "It would seem as the threats are merely amateur in nature."

He stood from his desk and strode around the other side, offering his hand to her. "I am Mister Spock, and I do not believe we are acquainted."

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