[Massive Beach Party Thread!] -- [Everyone]

[kirktastic]

Communication to All

Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!

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[cso_spock]

Spock wasn't actually at the beach. He knew where the beach party was, knew that there was a beach party going on, but would still rather keep his distance from people that were, by now, probably drunk. He had already been embarrassed once on this shore leave, and he didn't know if he could look at Kirk again without strangling him into the sand for his unwitting display. It would be illogical to do so, if Jim didn't know his wanton acts had been broadcast, but he predicted that some simple pleasure would come out of the act anyway

[cso_spock]

"That was before you gave me that drink." And he would just leave it in the air for Jim on guessing just how much chocolate was in it, and the difference in concentrations between Risan and Terran chocolate syrups.

Spock tilted his head slightly to the side as he watched Jim dig out this shell, and then do something rather absurd with it. "What are you doing?"

[kirktastic]

"Listening to the ocean. And no, I don't mean the one we're standing next to." Kirk said with a small grin, looking to Spock. "Here, listen." He held up the cool shell to Spock's ear, remember doing the same on a sunny beach light years and light years away.

[cso_spock]

He ducked away in an instinctive maneuver, taking a few steps to the side in a shallow arch. Unlike Jim, Spock did not have such memories, and pressing things to his ear when he wasn't sure some nasty crustacean would come out of it was completely out of the question. Not to mention having the audio track of a distant planetary ocean stuffed in a small shell was ridiculous and for the moment, illogical.

"I am certain that it will sound similar to the this one, in any respect."

[kirktastic]

Kirk's brows shot up as Spock ducked away. He tilted his head just slightly, blinking. "Spock, it's just a shell. Nothing in it, I looked before I put it up to my own ear. Nothing bit me, right?" But he didn't try again, instead tucking it away in his own pocket.

Bones would love it, he was sure. A bit of Risa captured in something so small.

[cso_spock]

"There is always the possibility that those conditions may change when it is temporarily unobserved." Still mostly skeptical, he began walking down the length of the beach again, hoping Jim would follow.

[kirktastic]

"...not when its in my pocket-- Did you just insult me somehow?" Kirk laughed, following along with Spock. He grinned lazily, loving the feel of sand between his toes.

[cso_spock]

"Of course not." He didn't intend to, and was almost worried that he accidentally had. But Jim's laughter and good mood were rather infectious, and he welcomed its supplement to his own thoughts. As he stepped through the sand, he felt the strange and familiar sensation of lightness coming to his mind, which, when coupled with the ocean, made everything feel...relaxed. Almost dangerously so.

[kirktastic]

Kirk's hands fell to his sides, swinging slowly as he walked close to Spock. Not on purpose, not even consciously, just walking, eyes skipping ahead, to the water, to the stars above. "...have you thought about the shielding thing at all?" He questioned curiously.

[cso_spock]

Why, yes, he had. When his counterpart had accidentally sent him that vivid, overwhelming image of Jim and McCoy and the other Jim and that impossibly strong coffee table, Spock had concentrated very hard on shielding, regardless if he couldn't really string together two hydrocarbons to save his life at that point. He supposed that was not what Jim wanted to hear, though.

"Yes." Honesty, to a point. He could also bringing in his contact with his mirror counterpart into this, but decided against such complex matters. "I have been exploring possible teaching methods, though your education ultimately rests on your willingness to engage in a meld. Your experience with my counterpart and myself should have dismissed any misconceptions you have about the procedure."

[kirktastic]

Twitch. "...Spock." Kirk's voice suddenly went very serious. He stepped forward quickly so he could get in front of Spock, studying his first officer from a very close distance. "What did your counterpart tell you? ...About me, and melds."

[cso_spock]

"That you were subjected to a meld without your explicit consent by the Ambassador." Spock stopped walking, of course, not that Jim was blocking his path, but to avoid stepping any closer to him. They were too close, his mind was telling him, but the chill off the ocean seemed to be warded off by Jim's proximity. "The meld, in this case, would not be to trigger an influx of information, but rather an exploration of your own mental capabilities, Jim."

[kirktastic]

"That night, when we shared the meld with your counterpart, you basically called me a fucking wuss for not sharing in it willingly." Kirk met those dark eyes, those very human eyes.

"When I was on Delta Vega, I had no idea what that old bastard was doing. He stepped up to me, gave me some bullshit, and ripped my fucking mind open. I don't think he did it intentionally or I'd hate him, but..." His eyes closed just for a moment, remembering far too much, "He was in my head. He gave me more information then I ever wanted or needed. Another lifetime of information about places and peoples and feelings I'd never had. Shit that gave me nightmares for weeks, still does sometimes

[cso_spock]

He really shouldn't, said the little piece of his reason that was still stubbornly holding on against chocolate and the ocean and Jim, fighting against his immediate thought of what to do here. There was sympathy, definitely, maybe a little bit of guilt at his strong words the other night (though it had been necessary)...but he also wanted him to know that he sympathized, showing it and not showing it. There were mannerisms he just would not change, chocolate or not.

Spock reached up and put his hand over Jim's shoulder, slightly firm, casual but also careful that it was all fabric. He could still feel the difference between human body heat beneath his fingers and the coolness of the tropical evening. "Then allow me to provide you with more positive experiences, so that you may see that these are only anomalies."

[kirktastic]

Well, there was his definite proof that Spock was drunk. Spock was touching him, willingly, and it wasn't his throat. The Vulcan's hand felt particularly warm in contrast to the ocean breeze around them, strong on his shoulder. It surprised Kirk to say the least, and his almost defensive attitude fell away under the almost caring gesture.

He licked his lips, tasting a bit of kicked up sea salt from the light sprays, before saying, "...I came to you, didn't I?" Instead of his counterpart.

[cso_spock]

"It is probably better that you did." Now, here in came the problem that he had already foreseen: it was against every tenant of nature to pull away from warm things and resign oneself to cold. It took a considerable amount of will power to pull his hand away then, slowly, reluctantly. His eyes glanced away from Jim's face, but not necessarily Jim. They lingered on his throat, his shoulder, his chest, knew that there was a slow-beating heart he'd be able to feel if he could. "I do not have any traumatic memories to terrorize you with, should I make a mistake. Certainly no Nazis."