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[Spock gasped into consciousness and trembled at the biting cold. It took him a moment to realize that he was no longer on a metal, unforgiving examination table... but instead laying down in what felt like... snow. Fascinating.

His senses were completely off. The current date and time eluded him due to the number of occasions he had overcome to unconsciousness in the Malnosso's care...

Normally mental orientation would not be a problem...

...However, his current state of blindness left much to be desired.

He slowly stood, categorizing his physical condition, and found that his body was not cooperating as it should... he had to lean against a tree to retain balance. He ached all over. The Malnosso appeared curious towards his Vulcan physiology.... and went to great lengths to discover what they could. Spock shivered again as he recalled what they did to him. They had started with his fingers... running tests that involved pain tolerance and sense range.

They left the brain for last. Spock was successful in keeping them out of his Katra, a mental landscape containing his links...protecting what stability and bonds that he had left after his planet's devastation. However, it was his efforts in the end that now left him blind. In their enthusiasm, the Malnosso did not realize the extent of Vulcan stubbornness, so when threatening him with his eyesight did not work... they soon lost interest.

That left him in his current state.

Concentration was... difficult at the moment. There was too much pain. His Katra called out in an attempt to help him, but he did not know how successful that was. In the interim, Spock assumed that he was back in Luceti and started to walk forward... sensing the trees around him to use them for support.
He hoped someone would find him soon... He was without his uniform, and left once again in only a pair of pants. This cold was quickly becoming too much for his Vulcan biology to withstand.]

[Feel free to meet Spock wandering, blind, and cold. He's out in the woods currently, but he'll eventually make it somewhere near the village. Enjoy~]

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[No, sadly, it probably won't happen. Which makes her really frustrated working against the Malnosso. But for now, she'll at least try. She leads Spock towards his home according to their deal.]

Of course I'm concerned. We all need to help each other here.

_{[He gave him a dubious look, but he nods and turns on the water and stands.]}

I'll go get some blankets, and then I'll be outside the door if you need me, okay?

[Spock nods and waits for Jim to leave the bathroom...

He is slow, but he manages to clean up... however, when the water is turned off he starts to feel around the bathroom...

He does manage to find a towel though.]

C-captain? Can you help me to my room? [Spock hated being vulnerable like this... however, it will all be better once he had rested...]

_{[Kirk had been standing outside the door, waiting nervously, listening. He felt he should be in there helping, but it would have been awkward, and Spock... Spock wouldn't have liked it.

God, the other was blind. Blind.

Not that that made him a cripple, but Jesus, it wasn't like he'd been born blind...

When Spock called he opened the door and padded in, taking his elbow gently.]}

Yeah, come on. I put out some clothes on your bed too. Do you want me to burn the ones you came in or attempt to wash them?

[Rolling his eyes, the hellion takes a breath to in an attempt to summon greater patience than he felt he had at present.]

Guess. ...I should hope that head of yours is more than dead weight perched atop your neck, for your own sake.

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[Spock stands and walks towards the approximate location of Isaac...]

Would I be correct in assuming that you wish for me to... join you?

Why did you not simply return me to my home?

[He calmly spreads his hands.]

Knowing not what hole you crawl out of and call home, I would have had to drop you into the street. But that... wouldn't have been very kind of me, now would it?

[Oops. Rudy spots the older man jumping, pretty clearly startled. Maybe he should have approached a bit more carefully there.]

Whoa there, I didn't mean to startle you. [Defensively, Rudy waves his hands as to indicate he's not a threat.] My name's Rudy. What are you doing all the way out here, sir?

[From the other man's clothing (or more like lack of proper clothing), Rudy's first thought would have been a newcomer. But it's a bit strange; did they usually show up around this time?]

The old leader. He wasn't big on the abductions. But he -- well? He died. Who knows what's going on at the top level, now.

Sorry to hear that, Spock.

I'm not a great matchmaker, that's Leia's job.

[Eley is usually open to helping those who have helped him first. It is how his worshippers came to be in a relationship with him after all. They gave him their belief and respect and strengthened him. He helped them in return. Spock hasn't shown any sign of malice towards him and has been nothing but polite. Of course now he's feeling the cold, but he isn't letting it bother him at all.

His question about his practice catches him off guard a moment though.]

Oh... yes, of course. I have continued the exercises you have taught me and I hope that my stamina is improving. I would like to test this soon.

You are asking the wrong elf, for that. I know there is talk of gifts and holidays and questions upon questions over the journals, but I have very little knowledge of the holiday. For me winter means going door to door to make certain your neighbors are still alive.

You are just in time, Spock! I'm trying to adhere to all the traditions I can! They all seem really nice and fun, and I'm really glad that it's about goodwill and giving to others!

[Another friend subjected to blindness. Truly, the Malnosso must have a great need to test the effects of sensory deprivation.

She sets that bitterness aside; it is too poisonous a thought to keep. Instead, she focuses all her attention on Spock.]

I will. I am going to put an arm around you for support now. Do not be alarmed.

[She waits a brief moment to give him time to take in this information, then does so. The material of her coat will be smooth to his touch and her arm may be surprisingly strong to him; she doesn't usually seem the sort to have much physical strength.]

[Spock nods.... he is not used to.. other individuals being concerned about him.
Concern has always been a human notion...

Well, it has been difficult to say the least to diverge from his traditional Vulcan upbringing, and contend with his humanity.]

Your...logic is sound. [Spock leans on her just a little bit... he does not want to give her much of his weight. But he is grateful for the support.]

I am... glad... that you found me Miss Mizuno.

You may.... dispose of those clothes. [Spock could not hide the disdain that he had for the memories that the clothing held.

There was no use trying to save them.

Spock allowed himself to be lead to his room... he stepped confidently away from his Captain.... only to trip and fall flat on his face from the bed corner....]

[Spock takes a moment to assess the situation....

This, on a normal day, would have been considered 'curious' and 'interesting'.... now however, he was starting to worry.]

Indeed, you have been very kind. However, may I trouble you to borrow your journal to call for someone to come and collect me?

That is... [Spock quickly composes himself...]

All is well . I believe though that I am at a slight disadvantage. I have been left blind through experimentation at the Malnosso's hands.

[Spock hesitates for a moment...] Would you be amenable to helping me to my home?

Jeez.

_{[He sighed and came over, like it was a big deal, when honestly he was very worried. He got the other under his warms and helped him up, putting the Vulcan against the side of the bed at least, near the clothing he had laid out.]}

Look, go ahead and dress and then just... stand there till I get back. I don't need you bleeding out.

Indeed..

It would seem that every civilization succumbs to politics...[Spock is liking the situation less and less as each day passes in Luceti..]

However... I am curious Miss Summers, would you tell me of yourself?

On the contrary Mister Skywalker, I would say that you are an extremely efficient 'matchmaker'... you have found me a... friend.

[And for that Spock will also be incredibly grateful...Because Syre was an amazing person who was very intelligent, and a pleasure to converse with...

Spock was beginning to realize that he needed friends...]

However, I am curious. What was it that kept you and Miss Mizuno from meeting us that evening?

That is.. very well Mister Eleytheria... I am... pleased. Being blind should not be much of a hindrance. Once my nerves heal, I will be able to continue our lessons....

[Spock trudges along with Eley's guidance... however, that doesn't totally prevent him from slipping on an unseen root....]

My name is Konan. I'll do what I can to help you.

[She's not quite so generous as to remove her own cloak and give it to him, but Konan's command over paper is considerable. As long as it's been infused with her chakra, it can become as hard as steel, be used as an extension of her senses, become realistic looking camoflage, or even clones of herself. There's a sound of fluttering papers around Spock, forming a makeshift shield from the cold with a small amount of human warmth coming from the papers.]

Is there somewhere in particular you were trying to get to?

That seems... more logical than gift giving. I am at a loss for what to share with others.

[Spock hesitates for a moment...] What would you care to receive for Christmas?

That is.... well.

However, I am at a bit of a loss. I am unsure as to what gifts to give... [Spock hesitates for a moment...]

What would you care to receive for Christmas?

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Personal Log #5 - Action

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Serious Grune is very serious with her memories back...usually. :P (Just ask Cecil about that one.)

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