I lost my way in the dark // I seek it but I see it no way
Who: Spock and Open
What: His arrival in this strange place
When: Present Stardate - he’s not sure currently
Where: Train Station Platform
Warnings: PG/PG-13 in case there’s language? That wouldn’t be from Spock though.
Status: In Progress
The hiss of the train echoed around the Vulcan, bouncing off the walls and disappearing into the dissipating fog that lingered over the platform. There was a sharp blow of the whistle before the train moved, pulling away from the platform. Spock felt a sudden and illogical urge to try and get back on it, to try and get back to the Enterprise, but it would be dangerous to attempt to get onto a moving vehicle. Instead he stayed where he was on the platform. Still clad in the blue uniform of Starfleet, Spock looked out of place amongst the style of architecture.
“Hello?” Spock called out, looking around in an attempt to find any sign of life before checking his pockets. Maybe he had some of that ‘luck’ Doctor McCoy often spoke of and had his phaser, his tricorder, or even better - his communicator. His brow furrowed a little bit as there was nothing in his pockets. The Human luck was not on his side apparently. Instead his eyes fell on a watch at his feet, which Spock picked up to examine. Small buttons on the side, a button at the top. It was an odd device, but it was a comfortable weight and fit in his hand. Not knowing what else to do with it, if it had been lost or something, the Vulcan placed it in his pocket. “Is there anyone here?”
When no one immediately answered, and there were no signs of life that Spock could here, the Commander started off away from the platform. He was lost, with no way to get back to the Enterprise and no idea as to where he was at. A part of him - most likely that Human portion of his mind - hoped that he was not alone in this city.
What: His arrival in this strange place
When: Present Stardate - he’s not sure currently
Where: Train Station Platform
Warnings: PG/PG-13 in case there’s language? That wouldn’t be from Spock though.
Status: In Progress
The hiss of the train echoed around the Vulcan, bouncing off the walls and disappearing into the dissipating fog that lingered over the platform. There was a sharp blow of the whistle before the train moved, pulling away from the platform. Spock felt a sudden and illogical urge to try and get back on it, to try and get back to the Enterprise, but it would be dangerous to attempt to get onto a moving vehicle. Instead he stayed where he was on the platform. Still clad in the blue uniform of Starfleet, Spock looked out of place amongst the style of architecture.
“Hello?” Spock called out, looking around in an attempt to find any sign of life before checking his pockets. Maybe he had some of that ‘luck’ Doctor McCoy often spoke of and had his phaser, his tricorder, or even better - his communicator. His brow furrowed a little bit as there was nothing in his pockets. The Human luck was not on his side apparently. Instead his eyes fell on a watch at his feet, which Spock picked up to examine. Small buttons on the side, a button at the top. It was an odd device, but it was a comfortable weight and fit in his hand. Not knowing what else to do with it, if it had been lost or something, the Vulcan placed it in his pocket. “Is there anyone here?”
When no one immediately answered, and there were no signs of life that Spock could here, the Commander started off away from the platform. He was lost, with no way to get back to the Enterprise and no idea as to where he was at. A part of him - most likely that Human portion of his mind - hoped that he was not alone in this city.