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[and_prosper]

The dubious legacy of the clothing dispensary located in the Compound's basement is not unknown to Spock. Human fashion as a concept generally escapes him, however, and prior to today he has given little attention to the complaints regarding the quality of the provided garments. Prior to today, he has been afforded appropriate and largely

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[my_potpie]

Suddenly, there's an unmistakably rotund child rummaging waist-deep in the box, pulling out a green t-shirt and holding it at arm's length.

"Hitler was right... donuts are delicious...," he murmured quietly to himself, silent for a moment and then breaking out in a wide grin when the implication finally sunk in. "Hell yes, they are."

He reached for another, holding it up and immediately dissolving into helpless belly-laughter. "These are aweeeesooooome," he said, drawing out the word to properly express just how mind-blowingly amazing they really were.

[and_prosper]

'Awesome' is conspicuously absent from the list of adjectives Spock might employ to describe the contents of the box before him, and as he lowers the shirt he had been pondering, he arches one eyebrow at the emphatic, rotund child who has joined him.

"The selection is perhaps better suited to your tastes," he concedes, dropping the shirt back into the pile.

[my_potpie]

"I am like, totally fashion-forward," Eric agreed, his own Snacky Bear t-shirt faded and stretched across his ample girth.

Snorting out a laugh, he glanced at the guy and muttered, "Nice ears." Trekkie cosplay was so last century.

[and_prosper]

At this, Spock offers the child one slow, impassive blink. "I will assume your compliment was intended as sarcasm," he answers, although the subtleties of human communication and meaning do still often seem beyond his sensibilities.

[fears_nothing]

Niko wasn't much of a t-shirt wearer. Not the kind of shirt with logos or sayings, anyway, even if he did have to wear a t-shirt for practical reasons. It was easier to wear black, and lots of it, in his line of work; black tended not to show bloodstains and maintained an aura of professionalism.

"I see the box cares as little for you as it does for me," Niko mused, watching as the other man pulled out and discarded a shirt. A quick glance saw that it was printed across with a colorful saying. Figures.

"I don't have good luck with it either."

[and_prosper]

"Luck implies a sentient motivation," Spock replies as he drops the shirt back into the box. "My experience suggests an arbitrary selection of garments." It is, now that he considers it, entirely logical that he be given such inappropriate choices after such a successful run.

[fears_nothing]

"Entirely arbitrary," Niko agreed. "But they all seem pretty focused on that...theme, for lack of a better term, and it's one that, at least to me, is distasteful and distracting. Clothing should be functional over anything else."

[and_prosper]

"Until today, I was routinely provided more appropriate options," Spock allows with a cant of his head. "It has been my understanding, however, that this is not common."

[youwereameteor]

"Hey, save me the one with 'Talk Nerdy to Me' on it," says Jim, grinning broadly as he finishes shoving sheets in the washer and leans back against it. "I'll probably have to explain why it's funny to Spencer, but it'll be worth it." He tilts his head.

"Nothing suits, Spock? Not sombre enough for you?"

[and_prosper]

Spock refrains from reminding Jim that he is still not a human, and therefore still quite without human sensibilities. In his experience, it would be a wasted effort.

"The meaning of talking nerdy escapes me, as well," Spock admits as he retrieves the shirt in question.

[youwereameteor]

"My husband is kind of a nerd," points out Jim, pushing up to actually perch on the washer. "So it's 'talk nerdy' instead of 'talk dirty', see? In fact, if you ever actually manage to tap Uhura in this Universe, you could give her one of those too."

[and_prosper]

To Spock's considerable chagrin, it takes him a moment to properly parse out precisely what Kirk is trying to convey. This isn't altogether unusual, but that fact does not preclude his desire for a more immediate rejoinder.

"Am I to understand that you believe I am irritating and ineffectual?" he asks, thinking surely he must be mistaken if the implication is in fact that he shares these same traits with Jim's husband.

As for Uhura, any feelings he might have on the matter are thoroughly private.

[dickgout]

"You do?"

Jason grinned, settling down Indian-style next to him, even with the vague echo of Tara's voice in the back of his head reminding him it's not Indian, it's Native American, dumbass. Jesus, Tara, lay off already. Why did all his voices hate him, anyway?

"That'll serve you well with the ladies," he said, reaching into the box himself.

[and_prosper]

"No," Spock answers flatly once he becomes aware of precisely what is being referred to. After a moment's consideration, he extends the shirt out to the man who has taken a seat beside the box; if cuddling seems such a positive trait to him, it is therefore logical that he appreciate the sentiment on his clothing.

[dickgout]

Jason took the shirt in the spirit of brotherhood. "Hey, thanks, bro!" He beamed, and presented the severe looking guy with a shirt that read it's irony, you dumb bitch. "You seem awful smart, so here. This'll do."

[and_prosper]

Spock stares at the proffered shirt a moment before accepting it, if only because he's aware of the social faux pas it would be to refuse. While he is not necessarily in agreement that the garment would do, he does have to concede that his wearing it would be ironic.

"Thank you," he remembers to add, wondering whether they're done now that they'd each made a gesture to the other.

[groovytechchick]

Claudia had wondered back to the clothing box determined to get a few more band shirts. Hopefully stuff from The Cure and David Bowie rather than crap from bands like N'Sync and The Pussycat Dolls, because seriously? She's so have to put the smack-down on the box if it even tried.

When she got to the box, there was someone already there. The first thing she noticed was the t-shirt. Her eyes widened and she grinned. "Oh seriously? Wow. That's kinda quick, eh?"

[and_prosper]

Spock offers first the shirt and then the woman a slow, stoic blink. "No," he calmly answers, and says nothing more, instead simply dropping the shirt back into the box.

[groovytechchick]

Watching the shirt for a moment, Claudia lifted her gaze and froze. Just froze. Was shedreaming? She totally had to be, because seriously? There was no way that he was who she thought he was. No way. BUT if it was. Holy crap! Talk about complete and utter epicness!

She swallowed and managed a small smile. "So... Ummmm.... What exactly are you looking for?"

[and_prosper]

Not unused to garnering inappropriate reactions from humans both on and off the island, Spock simply peers calmly back at the clearly flustered young woman.

"A suitable substitute for the shirt I am currently wearing," he answers. "I believe returning to my home may prove to be a more fruitful option than the currently selection."