(no subject)
The dubious legacy of the clothing dispensary located in the Compound's basement is not unknown to Spock. Human fashion as a concept generally escapes him, however, and prior to today he has given little attention to the complaints regarding the quality of the provided garments. Prior to today, he has been afforded appropriate and largely utilitarian apparel that suits his particular sensibilities.
A misstep in the kitchen had resulted in juice spilled upon the front of his uniform shirt, and locating a replacement downstairs seemed a more logical option than making the walk all the way back to the home he (inexplicably still) shares with McCoy. Now that he is faced with the day's clothing selection, however, he is beginning to doubt his choice.
Foremost, there appears to be nothing but cotton t-shirts available. While perhaps a sensible choice for the island's tropical climate, an inherent and undeniable part of Spock balks at the idea of wearing something so thoroughly casual in any capacity beyond calisthenics. Beyond this fundamental issue, however, there is the fact that every shirt he retrieves is printed with the wholly inappropriate and often offensive type of commentary much better suited to someone of Jim Kirk's ilk.
Dropping 'Free Hugs' back into the box, he reaches for another shirt against his better sense and holds it up at arm's length to read the message upon the front. 'I Fucking Love to Cuddle.'
The corners of Spock's mouth twitch down.
[OOC: It's all T-Shirt Hell (NSFW), all the time. Open to new threads through Sunday.]
A misstep in the kitchen had resulted in juice spilled upon the front of his uniform shirt, and locating a replacement downstairs seemed a more logical option than making the walk all the way back to the home he (inexplicably still) shares with McCoy. Now that he is faced with the day's clothing selection, however, he is beginning to doubt his choice.
Foremost, there appears to be nothing but cotton t-shirts available. While perhaps a sensible choice for the island's tropical climate, an inherent and undeniable part of Spock balks at the idea of wearing something so thoroughly casual in any capacity beyond calisthenics. Beyond this fundamental issue, however, there is the fact that every shirt he retrieves is printed with the wholly inappropriate and often offensive type of commentary much better suited to someone of Jim Kirk's ilk.
Dropping 'Free Hugs' back into the box, he reaches for another shirt against his better sense and holds it up at arm's length to read the message upon the front. 'I Fucking Love to Cuddle.'
The corners of Spock's mouth twitch down.
[OOC: It's all T-Shirt Hell (NSFW), all the time. Open to new threads through Sunday.]