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[and_prosper]

While it is certainly not surprising that Jim Kirk is willing to eschew logic in favor of clinging doggedly to faith, Spock nonetheless finds himself discomfited at the cavalier fashion with which his final advisement had been met. Harboring regret for that which cannot be changed is illogical, but seated now in a pilot's chair both unfamiliar and

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[heartless_sob]

Dean had given him a little alcohol. He felt guilty drinking it, knowing that it was the reason Pamela was in the clinic, but Dean had assured him it would help him 'chill out', and, well. It was Dean.

Dean had also informed him of the custom of kissing on midnight. As the hour struck and people around him embraced and kissed, Castiel could come up with no reason not to turn to the person closest to him and kiss them in kind. He found someone's mouth with his, and why not. This was what being human meant, wasn't it?

[and_prosper]

Despite the Vulcan distaste for the unnecessary and tedious displays of affection employed by humans, it was nonetheless well known to Spock that a number of cultures engaged in ritualistic kissing as a means of formal greeting. While he had not expected to find himself so marooned, he refrained from furthering any physicality and simply waited, stiff-necked and unresponsive, for the incident to conclude itself.

[heartless_sob]

Castiel pulled back with a sleepy smile, blue eyes wide. "Happy New Year. Ah..." He took in the strange eyebrows and pointed ears. He squinted, tilted his head a little to the right. "I don't think I know you."

[and_prosper]

"An astute observation, no doubt," Spock remarks with an arch of one eyebrow that translates into 'exceedingly wry' if you know anything about Vulcans, although it is doubtful there is much knowledge of Vulcans to be had in this particular specimen, considering his zeal in applying his lips to one.

[winged_cupid]

Now, if Psyche is in the midst of some intergalactic, trans-world capability of showing up here, Cupid has the feeling that she'll be okay about him letting a little loose. He's still loyal, but it's the New Year and a kiss is tradition. And plus, instantly appearing men through magical means are all over Cupid's job description and so he grins and claps the man on the cheeks. "C'mere, you big beautiful-eared buddy!" he announces as he lays a loud and firm one on his lips.

Because hey, it's midnight, and what better thing to do than celebrate?

[leftwithmybones]

"Oh, for god's sake," McCoy growls as he sees his erstwhile idiotic stripper clone making out with someone in the crowd. What makes it worse is that he sees goddamn pointed ears and he just knows who it is, because of course he'd turn up here and make his life this kind of hell. He grabs hold of one of the wings with fingers twining in feathers and yanking Cupid off hard as he can, sending him stumbling away. "Off," he commands sharply, giving him a glare and an even worse glower to trail that in case Cupid feels like making a comment.

McCoy takes one good look at Spock and shakes his head. "Trust you to turn up in the middle of a complete goddamn orgy of lips and tongue."

[and_prosper]

If there is anything more disconcerting than a blond, winged and decidedly flamboyant doppelganger of Dr. McCoy seizing Spock to kiss him, it is the appearance then of McCoy himself, blustering in and separating the two. Spock affords the doctor a slow blink, the only outward indication that he is anything but entirely composed.

"An explanation would be vastly appreciated, Doctor."

[leftwithmybones]

"Oh, and now the man wants an explanation," McCoy mutters to himself and grabs hold of Spock's clothing (making sure not to touch skin in any way whatsoever), hauling ass to get him away from the goddamn kissing frenzy. "I just rescued you from a goddamn prostitute," he shouts, as if he hadn't done that as much for his own good as he did for Spock's. "You want the explanation now, too? Well, here's your explanation. You're on an Island, you're stuck, and so am I, so's Jim, so's Chekov, Scotty, and an alternate reality's version of Uhura."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor had already kissed Chase, and so he reckoned he had best spread the wealth, wandering about the area and briefly, mostly chastely, providing kisses to people who looked like they needed it. Everyone could use a good kiss, really, for luck, and it didn't stand with him that anyone could go without just because they hadn't the opportunity. Besides, you met the most interesting people at times like this. Sometimes Jack knew what he was on about.

And maybe he had had a bit too much of that Pan Galactic.

He spotted the ears of the bloke, and the bewildered expression, and made a snap judgment, perhaps too snap. Oh well, if the bloke wasn't, then he'd just think the Doctor was mad and write it off. That was nothing new.

"Ma'voh kunli-tevun uzh!" he declared, and kissed him straight on the lips for good culture-melting measure. People had always said Vulcans were cold fish, but that had never been his experience.

[and_prosper]

Fascinating. Humans who understand Vulcan are a rarity, but those able to speak it (And so impeccably, as well) are next to none. Spock's brow furrows just enough to be a legitimate expression.

"Pardon me," he crisply begins, "but I do not believe we are acquainted."

[sortofaman]

It was good to know he still had it. Bloke was definitely a Vulcan.

The Doctor looked him over, squinted at him, and considered this for a moment. "Huh," he said, only faintly surprised by much of anything (again, blame the drinks). "Possibly not, I don't know. But does that make the greeting invalid? I don't have to know you to wish you a happy new year, and I do mean it, so..."

[and_prosper]

"You speak Vulcan impeccably, it is a natural assumption that you would also be aware that Vulcan social standards do not allow for the kissing of strangers." In public, no less. "You appear to be inebriated."

[hyperspanner]

Scotty was drunk. And when Scotty got drunk, usually one of three things would happen: he'd quietly fall asleep, he'd get into an argument, or he'd run around the place telling everybody that he loved them. Tonight, it was the third sort. He was full of nothing but good thoughts about everyone on the island, and his perception so fuzzy that he wasn't even surprised when he saw Spock standing there, with that ever-so-slight tilt to his eyebrows that suggested he was a bit confused.

"Spock!" Scotty yelled, stretching his arms wide and running towards him. "C'mere, you!"

He grabbed Spock's face in his hands and stretched up to give him a big, wet kiss.

"Aw, it's good to see ye," he said, pulling away and giving Spock a friendly punch on the arm.

[and_prosper]

Spock first slants a cool glance to his punched bicep and then proceeds to wipe his lips free of saliva with a commendably steady hand.

"Lt. Commander, you are drunk," he observes, despite the fact that Scott should be well aware of the fact. On occasion, humans require these things pointed out to them.

[hyperspanner]

"I certainly am, commander!" Scotty said, giving Spock a shaky salute. How could he not be after finding that Romulan ale? It didn't go easy on a human digestive system.

"C'mon, have a drink, or at least a bite to eat," he said. "Everybody's here. The Captain and the doctor and wee Chekov, and the Uhura from the place your older self came from, and lots of lovely lads and lasses from all sorts of other places."

If he'd been sober, he might have been a little worried by the fact more and more people from the Enterprise kept arriving; but he wasn't, so he was just happy to see another familiar face.

[and_prosper]

"This is hardly the appropriate time for revelry," Spock is quick to point out, the corners of his mouth twitching down in disapproval. "While it is no doubt acceptable to be encouraged by our progress, you are expected to conduct yourself with the decorum appropriate for your post-"

It is only then that Spock becomes fully aware of the fact that he is quite obviously not aboard the Enterprise.

"Where have you taken us?" he demands.

[endlessdel]

Delirium watched as the strange new not-human appeared in front of her. That was rather neat. He went all together, like she did when she was butterflies. Leaning up on her tiptoes Delirium sniffed him before giggling.

"You'RE pEACHY and New! Oh WeLL YOU Can eNGAGE me in SOmE ObLigatOry HumAN GreETings. sO uM.. hAPPY NEW year!" Delirium patted Spock on the head and leaned in before dropping down onto the floor and kissing his knee. He had very nice knees in such soft fabric. "yUck You tasTE LiKE PLanET AND oCTARines. I DOn't LiKE OcTARiNES, THey're a miniATUre oRANGE AND that'S Just weiRD. oR MayBE THat's nECTariNES."

[and_prosper]

Despite the vast diversity of culture both human and otherwise within the universe, Spock must conclude that this woman is quite unhinged. Peering down at her, he arches a brow.

"I believe nectarine is correct," he supplies despite her clear insanity, although he is certainly no expert on Earth fruit.

[endlessdel]

"pRobaBLY, i GET thinGS WRong soMETimes. I knoW too Much and thEN tHE knoWing is toO Much so i foRGET or it gETS SQUashed inTO oTHER THings-yOU'Re vuLCan?" Delirium said cutting across herself as she stood up and peered at him. He wasn't prancing around so he definitely wasn't an elf and he didn't look like he'd had an accident with a sharp knife and his ears and he wasn't from Sto-ai so definitely maybe Vulcan. "nEAT. hoW BuRNS yOUR Sun? SoL BUrns briGHTLy, See? Oh, iT's niGHT. WeLL he's thERE burNing i miSS tHE STaRS... YOU'rE VERY tALL. i am dELiRium OF THe ENdLEss."