Personal Log #5 - Action

[spohkh]

[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~]

Comments

[herotypical]

That's -- uhm -- a complicated question, Spock. [ it feels weird to have to explain things to him. ] Technically, the ones that took you aren't the Malnosso we know and love.

[ those last two words? heavily sauced with sarcasm. ]

[spohkh]

Technically... yes.

You refer to the droids? They were a ...challenge. And interestingly very versed in the ways of immobilizing a Vulcan.

[herotypical]

Nah. The -- uhm -- the people who were experimenting on you? They're not with the same Malnosso who chat us up from time to time. They're a rogue faction. A splinter cell. Traitors among their own kind. The main organization even condemns them. Or...used to.

[spohkh]

I...see. [No pun intended. But Spock only knew pieces of this information.]

However... what do you mean by 'used to'...? [Because Spock? He will always be curious..]

[herotypical]

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.

[spohkh]

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?

[herotypical]

Me?

[ she sounds surprised. hmm. ] I don't know how much there is to know, really. I'm just...

I'm just a girl. That's all.

[ it isn't as though she's trying to actively maintain a secret identity, here. but it's hard to always be THE SLAYER first and foremost. and it's usually a good test to see if newerish folk remember reading her name in the guide. ]

[spohkh]

[Spock was a scientist... he would not accept this answer...]

The fact that you are a female is one that I had safely assumed. I feel as though I am at a disadvantage... you seem to know about me, but I know nothing of you.

[The fact that he was testing her was of no consequence... he wanted to give her the opportunity to explain her title...]

[herotypical]

I'm from California. I like piña coladas. And crunchy peanut butter. I'm also an avid ice-skater which would be obvious if your peepers were working, 'cause I have a pair of skates with me. Uhm...

I've been here three and a half years. Is that enough info for the introductions round, Commander? It is Commander, right?

XD

[spohkh]

[Spock nods...] Of course... And yes, it is Commander, but you may call me Spock.


[Spock hesitates for a moment..] I must apologize for my behaviour. I believe that meeting new people while blind has caused me to consider others untrustworthy.

You have been very kind Miss Summers...

[herotypical]

Being kind. It's kinda this thing I do. But...

[ she pats his arm. ] I'm sorry. Your fears aren't exactly unfounded. I'm not being Little Miss Most Honest.

[spohkh]

[Spock's mouth twitches in a half-smile... he was rather enjoying her speech patterns...
Very similar to Jim.]

That is quite alright. Everyone has a right to keep their personal lives as private as they wish.

I will question you no more.

[herotypical]

Well. That's too bad. 'Cause I'm gonna answer you some more. Spock, we...

[ is this cruel? is this unusual? god, she's barely even told jim this much. but that's because he's jim.

spock is...spock. logical to a fault. she remembers being able to tell him many a thing without risking judgement. ]

We cohabitated. We lived together. You and me. The last you. You-from-before. You have a right to know that much.

[spohkh]

[If Spock were a human, he may have stopped and flailed..

However, he was not a human. He processed this information... and decided to ask one more question for clarification.]

Were we in a household, or cohabiting as in.... a romantic relationship? [Because Spock could not afford to make assumptions... he did not want to hurt anyone.]

1/4

[herotypical]

[ buffy summers is now doing enough stopping and flailing for the both of them. her steps halt; she grips spock's arm. ]

R-romantic? Relationship? You and me? Me and you?

2/4

[herotypical]

[ she lets go. leaving him anchorless. guideless. ]

No. Definitely not. I mean -- no offence and I know you won't really take any but...

3/4 i can't count

[herotypical]

Now -- me and Jim, on the other hand...

4/4

[herotypical]

Jim...

Jim doesn't know. About that, actually. You can't tell him. Promise me you won't tell him?

Re: 4/4 BAWHAHAHAHAHAA! XD

[spohkh]

[Spock stood still... he felt suddenly lost without his anchor... however, he quickly composed himself and turned his face towards Buffy with a raised eyebrow... and an amused expression.]

Indeed? I believe I have all the pertinent information. I did not want to assume anything.....

As for your previous interactions with Jim... I will not, as humans say, 'breath a word'... It is not my business.

However... I do have one more question....

Were we considered.... friends?

Re: 4/4 BAWHAHAHAHAHAA! XD

[herotypical]

Friendly, at least. I mean -- I'd like to think we were friends. We certainly weren't enemies. And we can happily continue not to be enemies on account of your very gracious agreement on the whole...not telling Jim thing.

I'll tell him myself. Probably. Likely. In my own time. I just don't wanna be that girl, y'know? "Oh hi you don't remember me but we used to date."

That girl.

[spohkh]

[Spock gives her another half-smile...] Indeed... My characterization was correct... you are much like my Captain. [Spock lets that statement sit in the air for a moment...for here was another individual who strives to be accepted ]

Do not worry... your character has not been jeopardized. Only shallow people are quick to make judgement based off romantic involvement.... I am not of those people.

[Spock's amused expression falters a bit when he shivers again from the cold...]

[herotypical]

And that -- right there -- was probably why we got along. I'm a girl who needs a whole lot of non-judgement in her life, some days. Most days.

[ and with a tentative peace settling over the moment, she loops her arm once again around spock's. he's cold; she needs to help him. soup, she thinks. warm soup will do the trick.

but she'd be a liar if she didn't admit to herself that spock's...characterization didn't leave a nostalgic twinge in her chest. she and jim are so very in the past. she has a new captain, now. but it doesn't mean she doesn't miss him. ]

I take that as a compliment, by the way. Being much like your Captain.

[spohkh]

[Spock is immediately comforted by the solid presence once again...

He felt as though he could get used to Buffy's presence... perhaps a friendship was in their future after all.]

Indeed, I meant it as a compliment. However... I recall your name being mentioned once before, by one Captain Jack Sparrow...

He is a rather interesting individual... and one that is very apparently infatuated with you. [That had been an interesting conversation to say the least...]

[herotypical]

...Ah. [ she sounds ever so slightly like a young child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ] You've met Jack. Of course...of course you would have met Jack. He, uhm --

[ is there a gentle way to say it? something that doesn't smack too much of sentimentality? ] I met Jack shortly after your Captain first left Luceti. The infatuation is mutual but I'd try not to put too much stock in what he said about me. He's embarrassingly biased.

[spohkh]

As he should be... One should always place their mate in high regard. [Not that Spock was getting defensive in some odd way about Kirk or anything...]