Decorations (Open )

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(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

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[headnursechapel]

Christine hadn't been able to get her first meeting with Spock in the shuttlebay out of her mind. The away mission hadn't given any of them much time for socialization, and despite Spock's assurances to the contrary, Christine couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that she had somehow insulted or hurt Spock by her reaction to the Vulcan's gender. It wasn't that she thought any less of this Spock, Christine reasoned to herself. It had just been...unexpected.

Soon after the mission, she had the computer locate Spock's quarters, and went down to visit her.

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For the third time in so many hours, the chime alerted Spock to the presence of another visitor. Spock arched a brow and regarded the door with something akin to suspicion. The variable nature of chance was strange, extensive, and ultimately infinite. She would have to investigate further, when she had the leisure time to do so.

"One moment," Spock proclaimed toward the entrance and rose from her seat. The door opened and revealed the non-native Christine Chapel. "Ah, Nurse Chapel, a surprise, though not an objectionable one.

"Is this a social visit?"

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"Spock," Christine replied, smiling. "Well...I suppose so, yes. We didn't get much of a chance to talk on the away mission. I thought I'd stop by and welcome you properly."

"I hope you're enjoying your time on the Enterprise, so far?"

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"It is quite acceptable," Spock agreed and inclined her head. "The native officers are very accommodating."

Spock arched a brow lightheartedly and allowed her hands to settle against her sides. "Nurse Chapel, it has become apparent to me that local holiday tradition is similar in both form and function to that of my native reality.

"Several of these traditions encourage sentiments that are agreeable to my personal belief," Spock regarded the ornament above her door. "If you are not objectionable to this, I would appreciate adhesion to customary reaction."

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Christine followed Spock's gaze, turning her head to look above the door.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, and blushed. "Oh, my. That is...I would be happy to observe the tradition with you, Spock."

Christine had never been particularly attracted to women, but there was an undeniably...enticing quality about Spock. She was certainly very beautiful.

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"That is most appreciable," Spock announced and closed the distance between them with a short step. Nurse Chapel's cheeks were flushed a light pink and she looked quite startled. It was a curious expression but did not particularly denote reluctance. Without further delay, Spock leaned forward and pressed her lips against the pair before her.

[headnursechapel]

Christine was caught slightly off guard as Spock immediately stepped forward and leaned in, kissing her gently.

She was certainly more...demonstrative than any Spock Christine had met before. Not that her Spock was cold. But this was...nice.

Christine closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, parting her lips slightly.

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Spock arched a brow cleanly as Nurse Chapel reciprocated the motion. Though she had predicted an idle participation, at the least, reciprocal action was ideal. Spock parted her own lips briefly, in order to experience the surface variations in Nurse Chapel's lips (they were most pleasant and in need of future examination), and her brow dropped to its standard location as she stepped back and terminated the brief contact.

It would be massively inappropriate to incite a serious orbicular exercise with so unfamiliar a person, despite indicated willingness.

"Thank you, Nurse Chapel, for your adhesion to classical tradition. I believe that will suffice excellently." Spock stepped to one side and motioned to the room behind her. "Would you care to come in."

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"Of...of course. Thank you, Spock." She wasn't sure what she was thanking her for, exactly. The kiss? The compliment? The invitation?

She still felt flustered and slightly confused after the unexpected kiss - she wasn't quite sure what to make of it, though she wouldn't deny that it had been enjoyable.

Despite the way her mind was racing, she managed a smile.

"Please, I think after that, Spock," she blushed again, "you must call me Christine."

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"Very well," Spock agreed. The name was simple, vaguely familiar, and Spock noted the implied familiarity. She moved into the sparsely furnished room behind the blonde, pausing only to close the door. Spock stopped alongside the singular table, and regarded the woman evenly.

"It is customary to inquire as to whether or not you require refreshment. Would you care for a drink of some variety, Christine?"

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"An iced tea would be lovely, if it's not too much trouble," Christine replied with some relief, smiling. "Thank you."

She glanced around the room. It was much like her own - spare and efficient. There wasn't much in the way of personal items or decorations to give any indication of Spock's personality or interests - apart from the mistletoe, of course. But then, Christine supposed, she hadn't been on the ship very long.

Feeling that she had to say something, Christine turned to face Spock again.

"I didn't realize that Vulcans...ah, celebrated Christmas."

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"They do not," Spock answered cleanly as she moved to the replicator. An iced tea formed quickly and efficiently as she entered the code, a hot tea followed. "It was a celebratory function my father insisted upon.

"An iced tea," Spock stated as she extended the class to the blonde.

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"Thank you." Christine smiled gratefully as she took the glass.

"Your...father?" She looked at Spock curiously. "Your mother is Vulcan, then?"

How interesting, that this, too, was opposite from the world she was used to. And yet this was, without a doubt, Spock.

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"Yes," Spock confirmed and set her tea on the singular table. "If you find it more relaxing, I would request you take a seat."

Spock sat in one of the two chairs and lifted her tea to take a slow sip of it. "Though my mother held no overt enjoyment of the traditions, I found them quite amicable. This one, in particular, I find resonant." Spock motioned idly toward the door and the mistletoe upon it.

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Christine followed Spock's lead, sliding into the chair across the table.

"Resonant?" She placed her glass on the table and leaned forward with interest, trying to imagine a female Sarek. "Your mother is human in my reality, you know. That is -" she blushed deeply, realizing her mistake too late, "your counterpart's mother, of course."

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"This particular tradition, the hanging of distasteful parasitic flora in an act of sympathetic magical harboring," Spock explained as she silently indicated the mistletoe, "resonates with my personal views of universal courtesy. That it requires a fleeting, unconditional trust between two physical entities merely compounds the resonance."

It did help the occasion that Spock was, ultimately, not objectionable to engaging various visitors (particularly visitors like Christine) in orbicular activity.

"I had assumed as much about the parentage of my variants," Spock stated and inclined her head. Christine's flush was endearing, though it was unfortunate it required discomfort to manifest. "Have you met her?"