Decorations (Open )

Dec 23, 2009 19:40

(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 ( Read more... )

celebratory measures, incorrect, time is relative, actions

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original_fine December 30 2009, 20:14:40 UTC
Jim's brow furrowed. "Funny. Spock spoke as if this was common practice. But... wait. Not her principle child? You have a sibling?"

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science_blues December 30 2009, 20:22:34 UTC
"It is not uncommon," Spock confirmed. "But it is hardly the most practiced approach."

Spock exhaled lightly as she regarded Jim. Admittedly, the information had been passed via her revelation, but she had not expected surprise. An oversight, perhaps. If his native Spock also shared in a similar situation, it was unlikely he was more comfortable discussing it. Hm, more unsupported speculation, she would have to ruminate upon it and keep tighter reign on her thoughts.

"Though we are now friends, James," Spock prefaced slowly, "I am uncertain if I desire to divulge this particular information to you. It is, by a considerable degree, the information I consider most close to my heart." The colloquialism was distasteful, but expressed the situation in the most precise manner possible.

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original_fine December 30 2009, 20:27:09 UTC
Jim regarded her silently for a moment, as if talking himself out of pressing the matter out of deference to both their friendship and its newness. He could show restraint, when it was called for.

"I would never want you to tell me anything you are not entirely comfortable with me hearing," he said finally. His lips quirked slightly. "I'll just have to temper my curiosity."

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science_blues December 30 2009, 20:39:53 UTC
"I thank you, James," Spock responded and bent forward 15 degrees in a short, formal bow. For the first time in approximately 17 years, Spock actually felt visceral discomfort at the topic of a conversation. It was...unfortunate. The sensation would subside shortly.

"It is most curious," Spock commented, a swift change of subject, "I have not desired to view fictional narratives since my extreme youth, and yet now I fully intend to seek them out." Spock paused.

"I sincerely hope you do not endeavor to distract all Spocks in such a way, James," Spock continued, "It could prove severely detrimental to the scientific community on multiple planes of reality."

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original_fine December 30 2009, 20:43:52 UTC
"You flatter me," Jim said, the playful smirk at home on his face clearly telegraphing his willful misinterpretation of her words. "But it's you who are disrupting reality. Is it my fault that I'm so taken with each of you?"

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science_blues December 30 2009, 20:51:13 UTC
"An interesting query," Spock stated. "Whether your inherent enjoyment of Spocks is related to your genetics or the specific, organic development of your personality, I cannot speculate. Though, in either eventuality, you are absolved of responsibility.

"Apparently, it cannot be helped," Spock concluded easily.

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original_fine December 30 2009, 20:53:40 UTC
Jim's expression was further evidence of his being thoroughly charmed.

"See? You understand. I wonder which accounts for my own irresistibility."

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science_blues December 30 2009, 20:59:00 UTC
"That can be attributed to a multitude of elements in conjunction, I suspect," Spock replied. "Not the least of which being the appealing cadence you employ while engaging in conversation."

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original_fine December 30 2009, 21:41:20 UTC
"Has anyone ever told you you're gorgeous when you flatter with precision?"

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science_blues December 30 2009, 21:43:49 UTC
Spock arched a brow. "Yes," she confirmed, "I have been informed of this on four separate occasions.

"To which I have always responded: Flattery is illogical. I am merely stating that which is currently apparent."

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original_fine December 30 2009, 21:44:59 UTC
"Fine. You're gorgeous when you deliver the truth so precisely. And I never have to worry about getting a big head, since you're not given to flattery."

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science_blues December 30 2009, 21:48:50 UTC
"It is part of my job," Spock replied, "assuaging the worries and concerns of Captain Kirk.

"That you are not the precise Captain Kirk that I was hired to aid, and that these concerns are slightly altered from those initially intended, are merely semantics."

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original_fine December 30 2009, 21:50:18 UTC
"Thank you for understanding," Jim nodded. "But tell me--what are my duties, as a Captain Kirk to a First Officer Spock?"

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science_blues December 30 2009, 21:54:50 UTC
"In my experience, the foremost of those duties consists of the provision of interesting conundrums," Spock answered. "Secondary, of course, is the inevitable salvaging of misinterpreted social situations."

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original_fine December 30 2009, 21:57:20 UTC
"That does sound like me," Jim said. "But it all comes so naturally. Is there anything I can do for you now?"

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science_blues December 30 2009, 22:03:51 UTC
"At the moment, I am quite sufficient," Spock assured him. "But your request is appreciated."

Spock regarded the chronometer on the far wall evenly, a considerable amount of time had passed. "I do not, however, desire to keep you from other obligations, should such exist."

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