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[and_prosper]

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

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[groovytechchick]

Claudia had wondered back to the clothing box determined to get a few more band shirts. Hopefully stuff from The Cure and David Bowie rather than crap from bands like N'Sync and The Pussycat Dolls, because seriously? She's so have to put the smack-down on the box if it even tried.

When she got to the box, there was someone already there. The first thing she noticed was the t-shirt. Her eyes widened and she grinned. "Oh seriously? Wow. That's kinda quick, eh?"

[and_prosper]

Spock offers first the shirt and then the woman a slow, stoic blink. "No," he calmly answers, and says nothing more, instead simply dropping the shirt back into the box.

[groovytechchick]

Watching the shirt for a moment, Claudia lifted her gaze and froze. Just froze. Was shedreaming? She totally had to be, because seriously? There was no way that he was who she thought he was. No way. BUT if it was. Holy crap! Talk about complete and utter epicness!

She swallowed and managed a small smile. "So... Ummmm.... What exactly are you looking for?"

[and_prosper]

Not unused to garnering inappropriate reactions from humans both on and off the island, Spock simply peers calmly back at the clearly flustered young woman.

"A suitable substitute for the shirt I am currently wearing," he answers. "I believe returning to my home may prove to be a more fruitful option than the currently selection."

[groovytechchick]

Her forehead wrinkled a little with her confusion. "What's wrong with the one you're wearing?" To her? It looked ok! It didn't appear to have any holes in it or anything, so she didn't get what was up.

"What kind of shirt are you looking for?"

[and_prosper]

"Juice was spilled upon my this shirt," Spock explains with a brief glance down to the garment in question. "I would prefer to replace it with something more…" He pauses, canting his head. "Sensible than the selection on offer."

[groovytechchick]

Claudia peered down into the clothing box and arched an eyebrow. "Well maybe it's not giving you what you want... Because it sucks like that." Oh yeah, totally awesome insight there. "Uh, maybe you should ask for something else and then you never know! It might give you what you actually want!"