Appointments

[spohkh]

 

If you wish to meet with me at a scheduled time and place, I would not be opposed to that idea.
Ensure that all details are manifest.
Peace and Long Life.

OOC Warning:
First and foremost I am a student... so please be patient with me on replies.

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10/8--evening

[redjacketthief]

(ooc: continued from here)

[Lupin noticed that surprise just from a subtle change in Spock's tone. Being able to read the Vulcan so well would forever baffle Lupin.]

My mother was Japanese, and so are most of my friends. I spend as much time in Tokyo as I do Rio or Barcelona, and it's hard not to pick up some regional quirks. It just gets too hot for a suit in the summer, so a yukata is the way to go if you want to be covered but comfortable.

[He slowed his chattering when they entered his flat, and Lupin took a deep breath. The idle cigarette, now barely more than a stub, was snuffed out in a nearby saucer that he was using as a temporary ash tray.]

Go on ahead and get yourself settled. I'll be with you in a minute.

[The windows needed to be opened while it was still warm enough to do so, and he needed to find the yukata in question.]

Re: 10/8--evening

[spohkh]

[Spock looks after Lupin's 'moving about' in some amusement... a very fascinating being.... and makes his way into the bathroom.

He leaves the door slightly ajar and looks at himself in the mirror... For a Vulcan he looked like crap... pale, dark under the eyes, and sallow.. curious. He wondered idly if anyone noticed. No matter.

Spock started to take off his shirt and continued the conversation through the door.]

Agreed, that is why Vulcan's take precautions in our once hot environment... even colour had an effect on temperature, I understand the Japanese culture did the same
[Spock failed to voice that it is different now because even in 'hot' weather, he finds himself cold...However, exposure to different climates has made him tolerant, but to be warm again....]

10/12 late evening

[redjacketthief]

[The warmth and the steam of the natural springs in the mountains was a shocking change from the wind and the chill that had blown in with the front in the middle of the week. The subtle change in pressure had gotten to Lupin then, though he had managed to keep the worst of the spins at bay with just taking his time, and he wondered when the change in altitude would get him over this trip. He hadn't tested this factor at all over the last few months, and was starting to question the wisdom of that decision.

Regardless, they were there in the changing room.

Lupin sat on a bench with his eyes closed and willed his focus to clear after that trip through the teleporter. The jump had thrown him off, like prior experiences with teleporting had before. His efforts were only partly effective, but he was in a closed environment with a person who knew the details.

...had been in his head.

He still wasn't sure how comfortable he was with his level of bonding with Spock, but it was there. He could deal.

Just like he could deal with a little dizziness.]

Hey, Spock. You ready?

[Not that there was much to get ready for. All that they needed to do was strip and rinse off, but 'being ready' was more than just physical. After the last few weeks, Lupin wasn't going to push Spock for a while.]

[spohkh]

[Spock's voice drifts from behind a wall panel...]

I..am not sure. I cannot seem to find the proper aquatic gear required for this type of activity.

[Spock is still amazed that Lupin suggested they come here together... he was honoured and gratified. It gave him...illogical feelings of what he might do to repay such kindness...]

[Written, October 17]

[complicatedliar]

Spock:

I have a research proposal for you.

- Loki

Re: [Written, October 17] [Protected]

[spohkh]

-Mister Loki

Would you rather meet in person to discuss details or continue a written correspondence?

-Cmdr. Spock

[Written, October 18] [Protected]

[complicatedliar]

Spock, I have been in contact with Luke. We shall meet next Tuesday in the afternoon. I propose at your house, as you've the lab there.

- Loki



(OOC: And of course Loki will be a no-show for that since he'll have just gotten back from a horrible mallynapping. Scheduling fail. /facepalm)

Re: [Written, October 18] [Protected]

[spohkh]

-I am amenable to this suggestion. I will be expecting you.

Spock



[haha! no worries! It'll make for interesting plot twist.. XD]

[Action: October 23rd]

[removeimpurity]

(I let Parker know about this thread; Ami's player is overwhelmed with stuff at the moment -- but they're willing to do a thread for a later double date, if anything.)

[When Syre made it to Good Spirits, she was expecting Luke and his date to have already been there, waiting for her and Spock -- but they weren't. So, she had taken a seat at a table, and waited for the three of them by herself.]

[One minute because two, then five, then fifteen. Something in the pit of the Ecliptian's stomach twisted, and a faint realization dawned:]

[Luke and his date weren't going to show.]

[When Spock shows up, he'll likely find the Ecliptian looking about impatiently, her fingers drumming against the table.]

Re: [Action: October 23rd]

[spohkh]

[Spock was walking towards Good Spirits Bar.... the evening had proved to be most curious. Mister Skywalker with a rather amused Miss Mizuno had practically pushed him out the door on his own...
Illogical.

He had no idea who he was meeting... however, the red rose he was carrying was supposed to alert his other 'date' of his presence... apparently.

Spock entered the bar, a rather imposing figure in his black teaching uniform contrasted greatly with the red of the rose.
He walks slowly around the tables, garnering odd looks from the other patrons.
No matter.

Spock does notice Lady Syre...

[spohkh]

[Spock had forced his Captain to bed-rest for the last two days... however, he knew he could not keep him there for much longer.
The alternative?

Meditation.

Spock was dreading this. He had lost his former stability... and now he shared something with his Captain that was rather intimate. And though he had come to terms with the link he shared with Lupin... this particular link had different connotations.

Spock was lighting a candle in their living room... waiting for his Captain to show up..]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[Kirk made the worst patient-ever. He whined and more or less refused to stay in bed. Indeed, worst patient ever, and no doubt his irritation drifted over through their link if Spock was not careful. Add to that he seemed to vomit every time he saw or talked to a woman and... yeah. Ever.

But today was a good day. He was getting out of bed and DOING something, which was a mighty step up from where he had been. He felt better already thanks to his friends and their skills, and he would be back to 100% in no time.

In the mean time, this ordeal - meditation.

He shuffled out into the living room, raising a brow at the candle.]</sub>

If you wanted to romance me, Spock, you could have just said.

05/03 Night

[spohkh]

[Spock was sitting on the couch.... attempting to concentrate.

It has been difficult constantly having Jim in his head...and being around him on a daily basis.]

Re: 05/03 Night

[universal_charm]

<sub>[It wasn't like it had been a treat for Kirk either. He could feel the other's discomfort, was aware he was the cause, and it did nothing to soothe Kirk's own fears and worries about what had happened... was happening.

He came in after an eventful day, and instantly his gaze focused on the Vulcan, frowning a bit.]</sub>

Jeeze, I can feel it from all the way over here.

Backdated - Evening of the 25th

[spohkh]

[Spock had been mediating...

...then lightening seemed to strike in his mind. The Vulcan abruptly stood, knocking into his bookshelf, sending items flying. He had his head clutched in his hands.]

Re: Backdated - Evening of the 25th

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Luckily, Kirk was home - or perhaps not so luckily. He frowned and got up out of his room, hurrying to find the source of the sound. He saw the head clutched in Spock's hands and he had seen that before. He didn't like it. He liked even less what he was feeling thrumming between their connection. It made his eyes water and his head ache.

Without thinking he was kneeling in front of him, wrapping his arms around him and tugging him close. ]</sub>

Spock, what's wrong? Talk to me.

April 14th-ish // Voice

[fierybluebird]

Spock? It's me... Marco. I'm... back to normal, eh? Well, as normal as I ever am, I mean.

I'm sorry about everything as... as I was. If you'd still like to talk, I'd really like that. Please call me back, okay?

[Video] 14th - Evening

[spohkh_kan]

[Spock did call back.... but not in his usual state.]

Marco?

14th-Evening

[spohkh]

[Spock was laying low. He knew it was Valentine's Day, and that meant in Luceti... anything could happen.
For now, he settled himself on the couch in the main living room with a good book. McCoy was either out or sleeping, and Ayra and her big wolf were gone as well... leaving Spock to wonder where his Captain went.]

Re: 14th-Evening

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Nothing totally untoward had happened today - yet. Tomorrow might be different, or maybe even the weekend. But... he had mostly been out pondering what to do if nothing, did, indeed happen. Had this place already have its fun during the mistletoe? Which brought up memories of its own, his lips tingling, remembering, his mind thrumming with a warm haze...

He stepped into their home, shivering as he closed the door. ]</sub>

Oh, you're up. Hey.

Evening 3/9 - Meditation

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk had slipped into a pair of sweat pants and a shirt, the usual attire he wore for both bed and for meditation. It had been awhile, and he thought he was over due. And after the... chocolate thing, well... maybe this was for the best. He seemed to get a grasp on things better when he meditated with Spock, and even though the whole thing had been about his feelings for Spock...

Okay, so it was complicated. Really complicated.

But maybe this would help, not to mention his nightmares had been getting stronger again and that wasn't a good sign. So he went to Spock's door and knocked gently, rocking back on his heels slightly as he waited for the Vulcan to respond. ]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock blinked, looking up from the book he had been reading... He hadn't been expecting anyone's company this evening...


...and he still isn't sure if he's ready to spend time in such close quarters with the Captain.
Begrudgingly, he gets up from his chair and opens the door.]

Jim... good evening. Can I help you?
[He can't stop the blush that stains his cheeks.]

March 20th [Filtered Audio]

[tearmeanewone]

Mr. Spock?

I'm sorry if this seems a little out of nowhere, but someone mentioned on Booker's journal that you knew how to induce sleep in people.

...Booker wouldn't say anything, but he can't sleep. He's having nightmares that he can't drink away, and I... I don't know how to help. And I want to help.

But if I got the wrong idea, I won't push. I'm just trying to find a way to help him.

Re: March 20th [Filtered Audio]

[spohkh]

[The Vulcan recognizes that voice...]


Miss Elizabeth? It is true that I can induce sleep, though this is a rather intimate matter for Vulcans... is this something that Mister Booker would be comfortable with?

Saturday, May 10

[universal_charm]

Kirk had promised Spock he would take him out on the test ride of the bike - and he wasn't sure how many rides he would get out of it, since the fuel wasn't exactly going to be plentiful. But it had enough for a joy ride or two if he kept them short, he thought, and wait until he figured out an energy source or could convert the engine some more. For now, he had it restored to its old self.

But before that, he had something else he wanted Spock to do. He smirked as he placed the brown wrapped package on the dining table and sat down in one of the chairs on the opposite end of it.

"Spock! Would you come in here please?" he called.

Re: Saturday, May 10

[spohkh]

Spock had been reading, and but it down with an almost relieved sigh for the opportunity to do something else at Jim's call. Perhaps he was getting a bit frustrated these days since his lab burned down three months ago.

The Vulcan quirked an eyebrow at his Captain when he entered the room... looked pointedly at the brown package before looking back at his face.
"Yes, Jim?"