Decorations (Open )

[science_blues]

(OOC - Set sometime after the away mission in Christmas-wobble-time.)

It was, perhaps, inappropriate to afford a section of the ship's power to the replication of decorations. Spock, however, was quite convinced that the representative nature of the replicated flora more than forgave the indulgence. Despite being convinced of this, it did occur to

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[cso_spock]

He had intended to do this sooner, but Christmas tended to bring more problems than usual, for some reason he hadn't quite figured out yet. The holiday, portrayed so nice and festive in most memories and customs, proved to be one of the most stressful times of the Federated year, leading to crew quarrels and requests for time off. Or better yet, everyone redeeming a day or two of their accumulated leave at exactly the same time.

Productivity, against his better efforts, had simply stopped. Anything that wasn't being simulated through the computers had been shelved, stored, covered. His laboratories were eerily silent. The hallways less so as he traversed them and came to the quarters that had been given to his female counterpart.

Spock reached out to press the door chime and waited.

[science_blues]

The chime resounded through the panel adjacent to the threshold and Spock's head righted as she regarded it. Her brow arched and, very quickly, she calculated the likelihood that anyone would arrive just as the ornament had been installed. It was a staggering number hedged with the baffling, pessimistic precepts of inevitability.

Spock disregarded the calculation easily and, rather than proclaim the permission of entry, merely extended a hand and pressed the door controls. The door slid open and Spock returned to her proper stature, a brow arched as she regarded the Vulcan on the other side of her threshold.

"Greetings," she hazarded evenly.

[cso_spock]

"Good evening," He returned with a nod, keeping his hands behind his back as he took in her features in that one look, committing it to memory for further analysis.

"You are not currently occupied?" His eyes flickered past her and into the room behind her. Seeing no one, he assumed he was right, but still kept outside with the lack of invitation.

[science_blues]

"I am not," Spock confirmed and stepped aside, motioning to the interior of her quarters. "If you wish to speak with me privately, please enter."

Her eyes briefly moved to the ornament hanging from the center of the doorway, but she would not comment. This was likely a formal meeting and, as such, informal, traditional frivolity could be abstained from.

"Are you the native Spock?" she prompted and surveyed him. He was not dissimilar from the other variant she had met, though he seemed far less...hm, haggard.

[original_fine]

[[OOC - Damn. I really need to figure out what I'm doing about this wobbly-Christmas thing. fSpock and mistletoe?]]

[science_blues]

(OOC - Y/y? And yes, wobbly-Christmas is the best time of year.)

[original_fine]

[[OOC - I don't know if Jim's back yet. I don't know if Spock is. It is hard to act.]]

[science_blues]

(OOC - Ah yes, that does make it...troublesome.)

[headnursechapel]

Christine hadn't been able to get her first meeting with Spock in the shuttlebay out of her mind. The away mission hadn't given any of them much time for socialization, and despite Spock's assurances to the contrary, Christine couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that she had somehow insulted or hurt Spock by her reaction to the Vulcan's gender. It wasn't that she thought any less of this Spock, Christine reasoned to herself. It had just been...unexpected.

Soon after the mission, she had the computer locate Spock's quarters, and went down to visit her.

[science_blues]

For the third time in so many hours, the chime alerted Spock to the presence of another visitor. Spock arched a brow and regarded the door with something akin to suspicion. The variable nature of chance was strange, extensive, and ultimately infinite. She would have to investigate further, when she had the leisure time to do so.

"One moment," Spock proclaimed toward the entrance and rose from her seat. The door opened and revealed the non-native Christine Chapel. "Ah, Nurse Chapel, a surprise, though not an objectionable one.

"Is this a social visit?"

[headnursechapel]

"Spock," Christine replied, smiling. "Well...I suppose so, yes. We didn't get much of a chance to talk on the away mission. I thought I'd stop by and welcome you properly."

"I hope you're enjoying your time on the Enterprise, so far?"

[science_blues]

"It is quite acceptable," Spock agreed and inclined her head. "The native officers are very accommodating."

Spock arched a brow lightheartedly and allowed her hands to settle against her sides. "Nurse Chapel, it has become apparent to me that local holiday tradition is similar in both form and function to that of my native reality.

"Several of these traditions encourage sentiments that are agreeable to my personal belief," Spock regarded the ornament above her door. "If you are not objectionable to this, I would appreciate adhesion to customary reaction."

[mirroredspock]

((OOC - PLAYER!FEMME!SPOCK is a PLAYER.

This fills me with the most glee ever.))

[original_fine]

[[OOC - Oh god, me too. I love her.]]

[len_not_spock]

[OOC - She is fantastic.]

[science_blues]

(You gentlemen, and non-native variant Spock, are going to cause a reactionary expansion of surface capillaries in my being. It is also relieving to note that you hold distaste for neither the competitor nor the competition.)

[mirroredspock]

((OOC - It is entirely possible that none of this can happen. AND YET.))

It was unlikely she would have more aid to give. But Spock approached the door of the female Spock, his counterpart, anyway and buzzed to request entry.

[science_blues]

Seasonal tradition was seeming more and more statistically relevant as time progressed. With casual grace, Spock rose from her desk and the notes she'd gathered. The distance to the door was short and she opened it manually.

Her non-native variant. Curious.

"Are you well?" Spock prompted, in place of the greeting that neither specifically required.

[mirroredspock]

She was aware of his condition. Obfuscation was... illogical.

"I would not describe myself as such. And you?"

[science_blues]

"That is unfortunate," Spock commented. "I am in a satisfactory condition."

Spock regarded him evenly. Visual examination indicated that he was...in disarray. Spock's brow arched. She did not comment.

"I am, however, currently involved in a complex conundrum."