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Personal Log #5 - Action
[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~]
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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[Spock hesitates for a moment...] What would you care to receive for Christmas?
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A woman of fair skin and long limbs, red hair and full bosom in my bed come Christmas eve to while away the cold winter nights with me.
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Spock wonders if it is the same woman that he refers to now.]
I am afraid I cannot provide you with what you want.... I can only hope that everyone else does not have such 'wishes' for Christmas.
Though, I hope you find whom you are looking for... [Spock voice is sincere...]
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[He ignores the memory that may have been shared, ignores whatever it is that Spock is trying to say, sincerely or not. He doesn't think about her. Not if he's sober.]
It is less who and more of a what. Not many women of red hair and a full bust int he village that care for my company- but perhaps I might weather the winter with two very fine gentlemen instead.
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[Spock tilts his head...
...he is reluctant to ask who he has in mind....] Indeed?
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Two very fine and very handsome gentlemen I've met in the past month. Very excitable fellows.
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[Spock.... does not know how to reply to that next statement.
So he opts for silence.
However, it does not take them long until he senses the familiar presence of his home...]
I believe the door should be unlocked...
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[It's a sad, sad day when Zevran allows himself to be boring.]
Were it not I would just pick the lock- but this is simpler.
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Confusing, yes...agrivating? Maybe... Boring? Definitely not.
Spock quirks an eyebrow at the lock comment, but lets it slide as he enters a familiar space...]
It would seem that the Captain is not home at this time....
If you could direct me to my room at the end of the hall, that should suffice. I will not keep you...
You have been... very kind Mister Zevran.
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[He does as he's bid and closes the door behind them before heading down the hall to Spock's room.]
You and your captain need to remember to lock your doors. There are dangerous people in the village, after all. Who knows what they might do?
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Indeed... however, if you are referring to dangerous individuals such as yourself, then I will, as they say, 'take my chances'...
Also, when surrounded by so many who are quite capable in breaking and entering, then a locked door will not matter.
[Spock gives a sigh in relief in being in his home again... and he was in desperate need of getting clean.] I will take a quick shower... will you acquire me a change of clothes from the bedside dresser? [Spock slowly makes his way towards the bathroom...]
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[The fact that he didn't was a little surprising, but then not everyone is as paranoid as he is. Once in Spock's room he pats the Vulcan's back and leaves him to fetch clothing for him.]
It certainly cannot hurt.
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Nothing shy of strong magical beings were ever getting in there.
Spock merely nods at his comment and makes his way into the bathroom, fumbling around for the shower....
As quickly and as efficiently as he can, he gets clean, then slips on a towel.
When he exits the bathroom, he is not sure where Zevran is.... The elf is rather talented at concealing himself...mentally as well as physically.]
Zevran?
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Right here, Spock.
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But he smells something in the air...]
You are cooking something?
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... are they thinking about the same Jim?
Spock would regret to say that he was not hungry.. and that eating seemed a daunting task as his coordination was not the best at the moment...
However, he was a polite Vulcan, and Zevran was right.]
Very well, my thanks to you...Zevran. [See? He's starting to use your first name!]
[Spock takes out a pair of sleep pants that the knows are black and slips them on under the towel. Then he puts on what he hopes is the matching top...]
I will follow you to the kitchen...
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[He turns and does his best to keep his footfalls heavy as he walks from Spock's door to the kitchen, stopping now and then to check back over his shoulder and watch Spock's progress.]
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When they arrive in the kitchen, Spock manages to find his place and sit...]
You need not stay...Zevran, beyond serving me a bowl of soup. I appreciate our...friendship.
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[He tsk'd under his breath and ladles out the soup into a mug before walking back to the table and setting it down in front of Spock. He takes the wrist of one of his hands and rests what should be the palm against the warm ceramic.]
You've a mug.
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He lifts the soup up to his lips slowly, so as not to miss, and takes a drink....
Most pleasing.]
You are... a rather skilled cook.
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Spock could fall asleep while eating his soup if he wanted...]
I see. Perhaps you could... as they say 'regale me with stories' at a later date. For now I will not be a burden any longer.
[Spock lifts his hand in a Ta'al..] Peace and long life to you ...Zevran, until next we meet. I will seek you out on Christmas.
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Peace and long life to you... friend.
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