Dear Daddy #36: Yaninka,
Title:Dear Daddy #36: Yaninka,
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Jo/Savas, Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu
Rating: All Ages
Type: Series #36/? of the Dear Daddy series
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of The Little Prince. Go read it, guys, seriously. You need to. Go now.
Word Count: ~2600
Summary and Notes: Life on the Enterprise is sometimes dull, but math is fun. Lt. Sulu makes a face. Special thanks to arcane_lark for the beta. Archived at awfully_clever
Dear Readers,
Sorry for the wait, guys! Between Team Chulu and the Ship Wars, grad school, the impending Knitting Olympics and (heaven help me) that thing called Real Life, I've got about the attention span of an ADD mouse. Bless you for hanging in there while I get my brain on straight!
Love,
-Jess
Dear Mama,
We're on our way to Denobula still. Uncle Jim says that he's supposed to do some kind of negotiation there, but I don't really know what all it's about. I'm kinda getting used to being on the Enterprise now. In the mornings, Aunt Nyota comes and fixes my hair and takes me to breakfast because Daddy always goes to sickbay before I wake up. Then I have breakfast with her and Mr. Spock and Uncle Jim and Dyadya and Uncle Hikaru and I practice Vulcan with Mr. Spock a little bit and then Daddy comes in and has his breakfast with me. After that, Daddy takes me to sickbay and sometimes I help out. Yesterday, Mr. Riley came in and he had a torn ligament in his knee because he was trying to do yoga with Ms. Barrows 'cause he's sweet on her and Daddy let me help take his vitals and scan with his tricorder, which is much better than mine. He doesn't let me help when somebody's infectious, like when Mr. Hennigan came in with some kind of flu and was throwing up all over the place. Mr. Riley's got to stay another day, so I've been keeping him company a little bit and taking his meals to him. He gets lonely, so he's been telling me all about Ireland and stuff, which I've been telling to Savas 'cause he wants to know.
Mostly, though, I have to stay in Daddy's office and read or work on something. Sometimes I send messages to people. Dyadya says he gets real bored when there ain't nothing to do but fly straight for hours on end, so I get lots of messages back from him. Sometimes I have lunch with Daddy in his office and sometimes we go to the cafeteria. They call it the "mess," but I don't know why. After Daddy and Uncle Jim are done working, we go eat dinner and then I get a lesson with Mr. Spock for an hour and sometimes he gives me homework, but it ain't ever too hard. After that, me and Daddy and Uncle Jim do stuff together like watch movies or go to the rec room or the exercise room or something. On monday, we went to the exercise room and Uncle Hikaru was there, practicing with his sword. It was pretty amazing and I don't think I could ever do anything like that!
At nineteen hundred hours (which is seven o'clock in the evening), Dyadya comes over for a little while and reads The Little Prince to me. We're almost done with the story and that little prince makes me think of Dyadya.
I'll write more tomorrow. I've still got work to do for Mr. Spock and then it's dinnertime.
Love,
-Jo
---
Dear Savas,
I don't know what the candles are about or what the little hat is for, but I'll ask. He said I didn't have to wear a little hat or anything because I'm a girl and I ain't married. And he says he doesn't do it every day, just once a week. Tomorrow's Friday anyway, so maybe I can spend the night at Dyadya and Uncle Hikaru's and I'll pay better attention so that I can let you know.
I ain't decided yet if Russian potatoes or Irish potatoes are better. I reckon the only logical way of finding out is to try both kinds and then decide because Dyadya and Mr. Riley are gonna keep arguing about it forever. I expect they might both be good, just different, but we won't know unless we experiment. I'll make a list of the different kinds, but I won't be able to get what I want to eat 'til I get home. Right now, I can only have what they make in the cafeteria for me. Daddy says that the cook looks at what each person needs and fixes something a little bit different for if you don't eat pork like Dyadya or if you're vegetarian or can't eat cheese or something. For breakfast, they just put a bunch of stuff out and people get what they want, but for lunch and dinner, everybody gets their own tray. I get a vegetarian tray like Mr. Spock, but it's a little bit different because I'm a growing human kid and Mr. Spock is a grownup Vulcan.
This morning, Daddy and I talked about getting me some extra lessons so that when I go back to school I'm not behind on my work. There's lots of scientists and stuff here and Uncle Jim knows about everything there is to know about history and I read a lot, so with all of that, I'll do alright when I get back in Mr. Phillip's class again.
How's things going with T'Lia? You keep saying you want to talk to her about stuff and you keep not doing it. Don't give me any bull hockey about how you ain't got time or it ain't logical for one reason or another. If you mean to find something out, you gotta just do it and not be scared about what might happen. Just ask her! She ain't gonna hate you forever just for asking a question.
Anyway, we're supposed to get to Denobula on Saturday - that's day after tomorrow. Uncle Jim says that they've got population problems and everything that comes with it. We're supposed to talk them into sending some people up to the Enterprise because they're talking about joining the Federation and if they don't do something quick to get their shit together, it ain't gonna happen. Daddy's going to talk to some of the doctors there. He says they've got some good ways to prevent infectious diseases because they live so close together all the time.
Live long and prosper,
-Jo
Ng1-h3
---
Sweetheart,
I miss you so much, but I know you're safe and that your daddy is taking good care of you. I'll talk to Mr. Phillips and see if I can't get him to send you a lesson plan or your schoolwork for the rest of the year. He and I are going up to some kind of a spring festival in Tennessee this weekend because they've got some kind of a poetry contest and there's meant to be handmade crafts there. I'm not sure what it's about, but he says Mrs. Milsap goes every year and that she wouldn't miss it for the world. I went to the bakery just today to get one of those braided breads and saw Miss Roberta there. She says to tell you she's thinking of you. Bill and Lenny say hi, too. I think they're a little bit jealous, but you know how boys are. They all want to be starship captains and they don't really understand how dangerous it is.
Is "Dyadya" the little Russian boy? He seems like a nice young man and it's sweet he's taken such a shine to you. Imagine - a Starfleet officer at seventeen years old! That's got to be tough on his parents and they must worry about him every day. I hope you're behaving yourself and not getting into anything you shouldn't. A starship isn't really made with children in mind, so you be careful and mind the rules. I know I've already told you, but I'm your mama and it's my job to say things like that.
Hippo misses you. He still sleeps on your bed sometimes and he's been good company. He's awful lonesome without you, so you come home quick.
Love you, baby,
-Mama
---
To: McCoy, Joanna R.
From: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
23.3.2260 11:28FST
Yaninka,
I am very bored here. :| We do not approach Denobula until tomorrow, so it is only straight flying until we get closer to the system. Hikaru is also bored, so we are playing "Go Fish." I think, if it is okay with your papa, that we can finish The Little Prince tonight.
Please write to me some questions so it is not so boring.
Love,
-Дя́дя Павел
---
To: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
From: McCoy, Joanna R.
23.3.2260 11:35FST
Hi Dyadya!
I'm bored too and I already finished up my homework for Mr. Spock. Daddy says it's okay if I want to spend the night in your quarters tonight. I think he and Uncle Jim are going to have a date together. Anyway, we can finish The Little Prince and you can tell me all about Russia. I was wondering how come you wear your little hat on Fridays and what the candles are for. Savas wanted to know.
Can I ask you something about Uncle Hikaru?
Love,
-Yaninka
---
To: McCoy, Joanna R.
From: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
23.3.2260 11:43FST
Yaninka,
Ask whatever you want. I will tell you about my little hat and the candles when we are having dinner tonight. It will be easier to talk about it when I can show you.
Love,
-Дя́дя Павел
---
To: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
From: McCoy, Joanna R.
23.3.2260 12:09FST
Dyadya,
Does Uncle Hikaru like me? He seems nice and I think he's really amazing with his sword, but he doesn't talk to me like you do. I'm worried he doesn't like me.
Daddy just now gave me some work to do so I wouldn't be behind in school when we get back to Earth.
It's math.
I hate math.
I mean, I do pretty good at it, but it's no fun.
Love,
-Yaninka
---
To: McCoy, Joanna R.
From: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
23.3.2260 12:16FST
Yankinka,
:O (<--I am really making this face.)
Do not think this! Of course he likes you! You are smart and funny and you can play chess and speak Vulcan. I do not know many grownups that can do this. There is Commander Spock and the Captain, but Commander Spock does not laugh at jokes and the Captain does not speak Vulcan. Also you are pretty, like a princess. If Hikaru does not like you, then he is stupid and I will not be his boyfriend anymore.
Also, you are wrong. Math is very fun.
I am leaving early today, so maybe we can have ice cream and do fun maths together, okay? Hikaru will not be done until later, so it is just you and me.
Love,
-Дя́дя Павел
---
To: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
From: McCoy, Joanna R.
23.3.2260 12:26FST
Dyadya,
If you say that Uncle Hikaru doesn't not like me, I believe you. I'm kinda skeptical though.
I don't know about math being fun, Dyadya. It's multiplication with decimals and fractions, which couldn't be more boring if it tried. If you can make that fun, you'll be my friend forever. And of course Mr. Spock doesn't laugh at jokes. He's a Vulcan. He probably thinks they're illogical and even if he did think they were funny, he wouldn't laugh.
Anyway, ice cream sounds good. I'm so bored with being in Daddy's office. He's also taking too long with Crewman what's-his-head and I'm ready for lunch.
Love,
Yaninka
---
[UNN News feed: 24 March, 2260
>Knitters raise millions to help victims of natural disaster on Ayiti III. Many still without food and shelter.
>Famine-causing bacteria named for Kodos the Executioner in Journal of Plant Pathology.
>Denobulans cite marked improvement in environmental policy in bid for Federation membership.
>Andor favored in bid for 2264 Olympic games
---
>What is the matter with you?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] What are you talking about?
>You have been making a face all day
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] I'm not "making a face"
>Yes you are. You are making a grumpy face like this: >:|
>Are you mad?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] maybe.
>Why are you mad?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] I said "maybe." That doesn't mean "yes"
>You cannot fool me, 'Karushka. I know when you are mad.
>you make the face.
>the face you are making now.
>are you going to ignore me all day?
>you cannot ignore me.
---
>Hikaru, even the Captain has noticed your mood. Tell me what is wrong.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] You made her cry.
>Waht?@
>*What?!*
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] You made Joanna cry.
>How can youb e mad at me for this?
>*be mad*
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Because you made a little girl cry, is how.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Why did you have to read that to her?
>I cannot help how the story ends, Hikaru.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] but you read it to her and made her cry.
>It is a good story. I am surprised you never read it.
>now you are giving me the quiet treatment again
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] "silent treatment"
>whatever.
>It is not so sad as you think
>He is not dead, you know.
>The Little Prince - he is not dead
>maybe he is back on his little planet with his rose and volcanos
>maybe hissit
>*maybe he is sitting next to you (I am typing bad today)
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] What?
>I said I am typing bad today.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] no- did you just say you were the Little Prince?
>maybe.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] That's...
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] not the weirdest thing you've ever said
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] but it's right up there
>How do you know I am not?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] You are so weird.
>Oh, and you never pretended to be someone else?
>Ha-ah
>*ha-ha*
>You are blushing
>Who did you pretend to be?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Athos.
>I don't know this "athos" what is it?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] He's a "who" not a "what"
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] He's one of the musketeers
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] you've never heard of the MusketeerS?
>no.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Okay, yeah, you're deprived
>you knew this already.
>You tell me, "Pavel, you have a deprived mind"
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] "depraved," baby, "depraved"
>do not call me "baby" at work
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] okay, okay - anyway, since you're done reading the most depressing book in the universe, I can read it to her.
>Yaninka would like that. Then she will not think you don't like her
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] What?!
>Don't worry about it. Also, it is not the most depressing thing to read.
>Try reading about the history of Jews in Russia some time.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] No thanks.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] She thinsk I don't like her?
>Now you are typing bad
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] I meant "thinks"
>I know. I said don't worry about it.
>she will like if you read to her.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] I was afraid *she* didn't like *me*
>Of course she does. Don't be stupid.
>She says you are amazing with your sword
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Don't you know it
>HIKARU!! NOT AT WORK!!
>you are deprived.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] "depraved"
>whatever.
---
Dear Jo,
Thank you for explaining the ritual in such a detailed manner. I am curious to know why the bread is anthropomorphized. Bread does not "get embarrassed." Perhaps it is a metaphor for something else or related to the reason for covering the head. A prescribed day of rest is logical. We have this as well so that we may meditate or study as is appropriate and I do the greater majority of my research during this time.
I do not know whether mathematics is "fun," but the logic is simple and straightforward. Practicing simple multiplication such as that which you described can be relaxing. My course of study includes far more mathematical logic than arithmetic and we will soon begin learning computational complexity theory and variational calculus, but I prefer the more straightforward areas of mathematics over the theoretical.
It is unfortunate that your emotional reaction to the character's apparent death was so strong. I believe that the journey of the Little Prince is not to be taken literally but I lack the metaphorical language to explain. I will meditate on the imagery and though I do not have the relevant cultural context, perhaps a thorough analysis of the story will assist you in maintaining emotional control should a similar situation arise.
I shall attempt to acquire a copy of The Three Musketeers. I am intrigued by your description and pleased to discover that Lt. Sulu does not dislike you. Am I correct in the assumption that hugging one who is emotionally distresed conveys empathy? We do not "hug," but we express empathy for another's difficulty. This an essential element of socialization. Perhaps you will become friends with Lt. Sulu as well?
T'Lia and I spoke at length in regards to her life on Vulcan and she told me of a son who was approximately my age when our planet was destroyed. It was logical to pair her with a male child of the same approximate age, but I will never replace him - nor do I wish to. It is impossible to reproduce the close bond formed between a mother and her child and while it is not love as you understand it, it is difficult when that bond is suddenly severed. I explained that I have this same difficulty. She told me of an artist at the cultural center who paints portraits of those who were lost when Vulcan was destroyed. Since no records remain of my parents or of her son and husband, T'Lia will make an attempt to contact her. Perhaps she will also paint the wife that Sovess lost. We do not have their katra, but we have our memories, and it is only logical to create a visual record of their existence.
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
Qd8-e7
Part 35: Dear Savas,
Part 37: Hey, bro,
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Jo/Savas, Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu
Rating: All Ages
Type: Series #36/? of the Dear Daddy series
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of The Little Prince. Go read it, guys, seriously. You need to. Go now.
Word Count: ~2600
Summary and Notes: Life on the Enterprise is sometimes dull, but math is fun. Lt. Sulu makes a face. Special thanks to arcane_lark for the beta. Archived at awfully_clever
Dear Readers,
Sorry for the wait, guys! Between Team Chulu and the Ship Wars, grad school, the impending Knitting Olympics and (heaven help me) that thing called Real Life, I've got about the attention span of an ADD mouse. Bless you for hanging in there while I get my brain on straight!
Love,
-Jess
Dear Mama,
We're on our way to Denobula still. Uncle Jim says that he's supposed to do some kind of negotiation there, but I don't really know what all it's about. I'm kinda getting used to being on the Enterprise now. In the mornings, Aunt Nyota comes and fixes my hair and takes me to breakfast because Daddy always goes to sickbay before I wake up. Then I have breakfast with her and Mr. Spock and Uncle Jim and Dyadya and Uncle Hikaru and I practice Vulcan with Mr. Spock a little bit and then Daddy comes in and has his breakfast with me. After that, Daddy takes me to sickbay and sometimes I help out. Yesterday, Mr. Riley came in and he had a torn ligament in his knee because he was trying to do yoga with Ms. Barrows 'cause he's sweet on her and Daddy let me help take his vitals and scan with his tricorder, which is much better than mine. He doesn't let me help when somebody's infectious, like when Mr. Hennigan came in with some kind of flu and was throwing up all over the place. Mr. Riley's got to stay another day, so I've been keeping him company a little bit and taking his meals to him. He gets lonely, so he's been telling me all about Ireland and stuff, which I've been telling to Savas 'cause he wants to know.
Mostly, though, I have to stay in Daddy's office and read or work on something. Sometimes I send messages to people. Dyadya says he gets real bored when there ain't nothing to do but fly straight for hours on end, so I get lots of messages back from him. Sometimes I have lunch with Daddy in his office and sometimes we go to the cafeteria. They call it the "mess," but I don't know why. After Daddy and Uncle Jim are done working, we go eat dinner and then I get a lesson with Mr. Spock for an hour and sometimes he gives me homework, but it ain't ever too hard. After that, me and Daddy and Uncle Jim do stuff together like watch movies or go to the rec room or the exercise room or something. On monday, we went to the exercise room and Uncle Hikaru was there, practicing with his sword. It was pretty amazing and I don't think I could ever do anything like that!
At nineteen hundred hours (which is seven o'clock in the evening), Dyadya comes over for a little while and reads The Little Prince to me. We're almost done with the story and that little prince makes me think of Dyadya.
I'll write more tomorrow. I've still got work to do for Mr. Spock and then it's dinnertime.
Love,
-Jo
---
Dear Savas,
I don't know what the candles are about or what the little hat is for, but I'll ask. He said I didn't have to wear a little hat or anything because I'm a girl and I ain't married. And he says he doesn't do it every day, just once a week. Tomorrow's Friday anyway, so maybe I can spend the night at Dyadya and Uncle Hikaru's and I'll pay better attention so that I can let you know.
I ain't decided yet if Russian potatoes or Irish potatoes are better. I reckon the only logical way of finding out is to try both kinds and then decide because Dyadya and Mr. Riley are gonna keep arguing about it forever. I expect they might both be good, just different, but we won't know unless we experiment. I'll make a list of the different kinds, but I won't be able to get what I want to eat 'til I get home. Right now, I can only have what they make in the cafeteria for me. Daddy says that the cook looks at what each person needs and fixes something a little bit different for if you don't eat pork like Dyadya or if you're vegetarian or can't eat cheese or something. For breakfast, they just put a bunch of stuff out and people get what they want, but for lunch and dinner, everybody gets their own tray. I get a vegetarian tray like Mr. Spock, but it's a little bit different because I'm a growing human kid and Mr. Spock is a grownup Vulcan.
This morning, Daddy and I talked about getting me some extra lessons so that when I go back to school I'm not behind on my work. There's lots of scientists and stuff here and Uncle Jim knows about everything there is to know about history and I read a lot, so with all of that, I'll do alright when I get back in Mr. Phillip's class again.
How's things going with T'Lia? You keep saying you want to talk to her about stuff and you keep not doing it. Don't give me any bull hockey about how you ain't got time or it ain't logical for one reason or another. If you mean to find something out, you gotta just do it and not be scared about what might happen. Just ask her! She ain't gonna hate you forever just for asking a question.
Anyway, we're supposed to get to Denobula on Saturday - that's day after tomorrow. Uncle Jim says that they've got population problems and everything that comes with it. We're supposed to talk them into sending some people up to the Enterprise because they're talking about joining the Federation and if they don't do something quick to get their shit together, it ain't gonna happen. Daddy's going to talk to some of the doctors there. He says they've got some good ways to prevent infectious diseases because they live so close together all the time.
Live long and prosper,
-Jo
Ng1-h3
---
Sweetheart,
I miss you so much, but I know you're safe and that your daddy is taking good care of you. I'll talk to Mr. Phillips and see if I can't get him to send you a lesson plan or your schoolwork for the rest of the year. He and I are going up to some kind of a spring festival in Tennessee this weekend because they've got some kind of a poetry contest and there's meant to be handmade crafts there. I'm not sure what it's about, but he says Mrs. Milsap goes every year and that she wouldn't miss it for the world. I went to the bakery just today to get one of those braided breads and saw Miss Roberta there. She says to tell you she's thinking of you. Bill and Lenny say hi, too. I think they're a little bit jealous, but you know how boys are. They all want to be starship captains and they don't really understand how dangerous it is.
Is "Dyadya" the little Russian boy? He seems like a nice young man and it's sweet he's taken such a shine to you. Imagine - a Starfleet officer at seventeen years old! That's got to be tough on his parents and they must worry about him every day. I hope you're behaving yourself and not getting into anything you shouldn't. A starship isn't really made with children in mind, so you be careful and mind the rules. I know I've already told you, but I'm your mama and it's my job to say things like that.
Hippo misses you. He still sleeps on your bed sometimes and he's been good company. He's awful lonesome without you, so you come home quick.
Love you, baby,
-Mama
---
To: McCoy, Joanna R.
From: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
23.3.2260 11:28FST
Yaninka,
I am very bored here. :| We do not approach Denobula until tomorrow, so it is only straight flying until we get closer to the system. Hikaru is also bored, so we are playing "Go Fish." I think, if it is okay with your papa, that we can finish The Little Prince tonight.
Please write to me some questions so it is not so boring.
Love,
-Дя́дя Павел
---
To: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
From: McCoy, Joanna R.
23.3.2260 11:35FST
Hi Dyadya!
I'm bored too and I already finished up my homework for Mr. Spock. Daddy says it's okay if I want to spend the night in your quarters tonight. I think he and Uncle Jim are going to have a date together. Anyway, we can finish The Little Prince and you can tell me all about Russia. I was wondering how come you wear your little hat on Fridays and what the candles are for. Savas wanted to know.
Can I ask you something about Uncle Hikaru?
Love,
-Yaninka
---
To: McCoy, Joanna R.
From: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
23.3.2260 11:43FST
Yaninka,
Ask whatever you want. I will tell you about my little hat and the candles when we are having dinner tonight. It will be easier to talk about it when I can show you.
Love,
-Дя́дя Павел
---
To: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
From: McCoy, Joanna R.
23.3.2260 12:09FST
Dyadya,
Does Uncle Hikaru like me? He seems nice and I think he's really amazing with his sword, but he doesn't talk to me like you do. I'm worried he doesn't like me.
Daddy just now gave me some work to do so I wouldn't be behind in school when we get back to Earth.
It's math.
I hate math.
I mean, I do pretty good at it, but it's no fun.
Love,
-Yaninka
---
To: McCoy, Joanna R.
From: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
23.3.2260 12:16FST
Yankinka,
:O (<--I am really making this face.)
Do not think this! Of course he likes you! You are smart and funny and you can play chess and speak Vulcan. I do not know many grownups that can do this. There is Commander Spock and the Captain, but Commander Spock does not laugh at jokes and the Captain does not speak Vulcan. Also you are pretty, like a princess. If Hikaru does not like you, then he is stupid and I will not be his boyfriend anymore.
Also, you are wrong. Math is very fun.
I am leaving early today, so maybe we can have ice cream and do fun maths together, okay? Hikaru will not be done until later, so it is just you and me.
Love,
-Дя́дя Павел
---
To: Ens. Chekov, Pavel A.
From: McCoy, Joanna R.
23.3.2260 12:26FST
Dyadya,
If you say that Uncle Hikaru doesn't not like me, I believe you. I'm kinda skeptical though.
I don't know about math being fun, Dyadya. It's multiplication with decimals and fractions, which couldn't be more boring if it tried. If you can make that fun, you'll be my friend forever. And of course Mr. Spock doesn't laugh at jokes. He's a Vulcan. He probably thinks they're illogical and even if he did think they were funny, he wouldn't laugh.
Anyway, ice cream sounds good. I'm so bored with being in Daddy's office. He's also taking too long with Crewman what's-his-head and I'm ready for lunch.
Love,
Yaninka
---
[UNN News feed: 24 March, 2260
>Knitters raise millions to help victims of natural disaster on Ayiti III. Many still without food and shelter.
>Famine-causing bacteria named for Kodos the Executioner in Journal of Plant Pathology.
>Denobulans cite marked improvement in environmental policy in bid for Federation membership.
>Andor favored in bid for 2264 Olympic games
---
>What is the matter with you?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] What are you talking about?
>You have been making a face all day
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] I'm not "making a face"
>Yes you are. You are making a grumpy face like this: >:|
>Are you mad?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] maybe.
>Why are you mad?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] I said "maybe." That doesn't mean "yes"
>You cannot fool me, 'Karushka. I know when you are mad.
>you make the face.
>the face you are making now.
>are you going to ignore me all day?
>you cannot ignore me.
---
>Hikaru, even the Captain has noticed your mood. Tell me what is wrong.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] You made her cry.
>Waht?@
>*What?!*
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] You made Joanna cry.
>How can youb e mad at me for this?
>*be mad*
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Because you made a little girl cry, is how.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Why did you have to read that to her?
>I cannot help how the story ends, Hikaru.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] but you read it to her and made her cry.
>It is a good story. I am surprised you never read it.
>now you are giving me the quiet treatment again
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] "silent treatment"
>whatever.
>It is not so sad as you think
>He is not dead, you know.
>The Little Prince - he is not dead
>maybe he is back on his little planet with his rose and volcanos
>maybe hissit
>*maybe he is sitting next to you (I am typing bad today)
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] What?
>I said I am typing bad today.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] no- did you just say you were the Little Prince?
>maybe.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] That's...
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] not the weirdest thing you've ever said
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] but it's right up there
>How do you know I am not?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] You are so weird.
>Oh, and you never pretended to be someone else?
>Ha-ah
>*ha-ha*
>You are blushing
>Who did you pretend to be?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Athos.
>I don't know this "athos" what is it?
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] He's a "who" not a "what"
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] He's one of the musketeers
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] you've never heard of the MusketeerS?
>no.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Okay, yeah, you're deprived
>you knew this already.
>You tell me, "Pavel, you have a deprived mind"
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] "depraved," baby, "depraved"
>do not call me "baby" at work
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] okay, okay - anyway, since you're done reading the most depressing book in the universe, I can read it to her.
>Yaninka would like that. Then she will not think you don't like her
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] What?!
>Don't worry about it. Also, it is not the most depressing thing to read.
>Try reading about the history of Jews in Russia some time.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] No thanks.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] She thinsk I don't like her?
>Now you are typing bad
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] I meant "thinks"
>I know. I said don't worry about it.
>she will like if you read to her.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] I was afraid *she* didn't like *me*
>Of course she does. Don't be stupid.
>She says you are amazing with your sword
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] Don't you know it
>HIKARU!! NOT AT WORK!!
>you are deprived.
[Lt. Sulu, Hikaru W.] "depraved"
>whatever.
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Dear Jo,
Thank you for explaining the ritual in such a detailed manner. I am curious to know why the bread is anthropomorphized. Bread does not "get embarrassed." Perhaps it is a metaphor for something else or related to the reason for covering the head. A prescribed day of rest is logical. We have this as well so that we may meditate or study as is appropriate and I do the greater majority of my research during this time.
I do not know whether mathematics is "fun," but the logic is simple and straightforward. Practicing simple multiplication such as that which you described can be relaxing. My course of study includes far more mathematical logic than arithmetic and we will soon begin learning computational complexity theory and variational calculus, but I prefer the more straightforward areas of mathematics over the theoretical.
It is unfortunate that your emotional reaction to the character's apparent death was so strong. I believe that the journey of the Little Prince is not to be taken literally but I lack the metaphorical language to explain. I will meditate on the imagery and though I do not have the relevant cultural context, perhaps a thorough analysis of the story will assist you in maintaining emotional control should a similar situation arise.
I shall attempt to acquire a copy of The Three Musketeers. I am intrigued by your description and pleased to discover that Lt. Sulu does not dislike you. Am I correct in the assumption that hugging one who is emotionally distresed conveys empathy? We do not "hug," but we express empathy for another's difficulty. This an essential element of socialization. Perhaps you will become friends with Lt. Sulu as well?
T'Lia and I spoke at length in regards to her life on Vulcan and she told me of a son who was approximately my age when our planet was destroyed. It was logical to pair her with a male child of the same approximate age, but I will never replace him - nor do I wish to. It is impossible to reproduce the close bond formed between a mother and her child and while it is not love as you understand it, it is difficult when that bond is suddenly severed. I explained that I have this same difficulty. She told me of an artist at the cultural center who paints portraits of those who were lost when Vulcan was destroyed. Since no records remain of my parents or of her son and husband, T'Lia will make an attempt to contact her. Perhaps she will also paint the wife that Sovess lost. We do not have their katra, but we have our memories, and it is only logical to create a visual record of their existence.
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
Qd8-e7
Part 35: Dear Savas,
Part 37: Hey, bro,