Personal Log #7

[spohkh]

[Video]

Greetings and salutations. I believe that it is customary for one to welcome those who are newly arrived into Luceti.

Welcome.

To those who have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask. I can be found regularly at the Battle Dome for those who want to learn to utilize the simulations.

A reminder to everyone that the Kobayashi Maru simulation has been tested and is ready for public use. I will express my thanks to Mister Obi-Wan Kenobi, Miss Ami Mizuno, and Miss Lirael for testing the program for me.

I also find myself requiring assistance for a project that I have agreed to.... though I find myself now at an impasse. I am currently working on a small scale version of projected diburnium-osmium shield technology... with some minor alterations. If anyone is familiar with this or is willing to help, please inform me.

Peace and long life.


[Action]

[Spock found himself once again frustrated by the recent memory lapse... for one who highly values mental discipline, it is... unnerving to find that your mind has been tampered with. However, Spock has long ago come to terms with this place and its disregard for dignity.

In the morning Spock can be found at the Dome by the computer terminals...but in the late afternoon strange, hauntingly beautiful music can be heard coming from House #2's backyard.
The Vulcan was pleased to have completed his Lyre, and was now enjoying an afternoon of practice.

In the evening, Spock actually ventures out to Seventh Heaven and can be found at a solitary table with a cup of tea.

Come and bother Spock at any and all of these locations.]



[For reference of what a Vulcan Lyre sounds like, please go here: Vulcan Lyre

Comments

[spohkh]

[Spock quirks an eyebrow...]

I assist many individuals with the simulations, so you could state that I monitor more than partake in them.

Though I do utilize them from time to time.

I must admit... I would be curious to experience a simulation involving more phenomenological or paranormal aspects.

[Spock again looks at Derek's leg...] May I inquire as to what happened?

[rather_be_surfing]

Well, you're welcome to join in when I get it set up.

[He looks at his own leg then shrugs a little, the slightest of smiles on his lips.]

Had a slight disagreement with someone. We worked it out.

[spohkh]

[Spock quirks an eyebrow...]

That is no 'slight disagreement'... that is a major altercation. How did you manage to 'work it out' after such an event?

[rather_be_surfing]

He's some sort of warlord where he comes from; I fought back when I didn't like what he was telling me what he was going to do with me. Guess it impressed him.

[Derek shrugs a little.]

Some folks can only reason when their fists are involved.

[spohkh]

[Warlord?...hmm..]


Did he perhaps have red hair?

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek has to think about that. And he's not one hundred percent sure, but...]

...No. Had tusks, though.

[spohkh]

hmm.. Indeed.

[Spock knew of this individual, though he had yet to meet him.] It is well that you did not sustain more severe injuries.

Though... perhaps you are used to such altercations?

[rather_be_surfing]

Honestly? I usually try to avoid them. Talk things out, that sort of thing. Didn't work out that way this time, though.

[spohkh]

That is logical. [Spock was all for non-violent options.]

Though it is unfortunate that it did not work out for you.

[Spock tilted his head....]

Are you supposed to be away from the medical wing at this time?

[rather_be_surfing]

...As long as I don't do anything stupid that will upset the Doc.

[Translation: as long as he doesn't get caught.]

[spohkh]

[Spock hesitates for a moment...]

It is amazing how the emotional psyche is not effected if knowledge of an event is not made known.

Do you need to go anywhere at this time? [Translation: Need to go out for a bit?]

[rather_be_surfing]

...I dunno. Is the sun still outside?

[If you can get me out of the building for a bit, it would be really appreciated.]

[spohkh]

The sun is always outside...

[A beat of silence...]

I will get you a wheel chair. [the Vulcan stands and shortly returns with a wheelchair.]

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek's 'thank you' is almost inaudible but heartfelt as he lowers himself into the chair. It's not really his style, but he has a feeling that Spock would be as likely to let him totter off with just the crutches as Adele would be.

And he suspects the Vulcan would be a lot more effective in preventing Derek from going.

So, wheelchair it is. At least it would get him out and somewhat around.]

So how long have you been here?

[spohkh]

[Spock rolls him outside, out towards the village proper.]

Approximately six point two months... It has been an interesting experience.

You are relatively new yes? How have you been adjusting?

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek's not sure how long he'll be comfortable with letting Spock push the chair, but for now, he'll let it slide. Maybe one the Vulcan lets go he can sneak his own hands down there...]

Yes and no. "new as in, as far as I know, I just got here in January. Not so new as in there's several folks who say I've been here before. so...there you go.

I'm adjusting all right, I guess. Need to be home, but until we figure out how to get out, or I supposedly get bounced home again, not much to be done about it. I'm just hoping that whole thing about time standing still is true. [Otherwise, he'd be going home to an ugly mess.]

[spohkh]

A very strange phenomenon for sure.... It is most... disturbing being told that one has been here before already.

[Translation? Me too man, me too.]

So far, from any returned individuals that have retained their memory from their prior visit to Luceti have claimed that time has indeed stood still. So it is most likely that it will happen...

....then again, the knowledge will not make any difference because you will not remember obtaining any of this information...

[And THAT is what bugs the Vulcan the most... the only give away is his hands imperceptibly tightening on the handlebars of the wheelchair.]

[rather_be_surfing]

Yeah, like I've said; I'm not a fan of people messing with my head. Vampires are bad enough when they start that up.

[He's quiet for a few moments before speaking again.]

Really hope that's true. Can't afford to lose the time otherwise; it'll end up killing a lot of people.

[And him with his hands already tied further than they were. Damn it.]

[spohkh]

[The Vulcan slows down the pace of the wheelchair....]


Indeed? May I inquire as to the situation you were in prior to coming here?

[Spock's voice always sounded analytic... but his eyes were kind.]

[rather_be_surfing]

[There's a long hesitation here; even though it's been eating at him ever since he woke up in the snow, he's more or less kept the situation back home to himself. There's no point in dwelling on something he couldn't fix at the moment.

Not that it makes it any easier to sleep at night.

He weighs his answer before speaking again.]

They've found a way to erase their weakness to sunlight. And over half my crew is out of commission--including one of them being captured, and another one about to...die from the infection. I've got maybe eight hours to come up with something to stop what's going on and get what's left of my team out.

[There, that doesn't sound too bad, right? Mind you, he's leaving out the fact that the captive will be used in the ritual to take away the weakness to sunlight...and that Derek had been on the way in to kill the other team member before the infection could turn her. That...didn't really need to be relayed, although the weight of that knowledge probably shows in his voice and the restless twitch of his wings.]

[spohkh]

[The wheelchair stops entirely as Spock places a gentle hand on Derek's shoulder.]

I grieve with thee.

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek's jaw clenches and his wings tighten up and plaster flat against his back. It's not a rejection of Spock's sympathy, but rather an effort to keep himself on an even keel. He's only too aware that most if not all of his team will be dead by the end of it, probably even him. But he can't afford to mourn. Not yet. Not until it's done and maybe not even then.

His voice is quiet, but more or less steady when he answers.]

You'd be grieving for a long time; it's not that unusual for a hunt like this to go bad. It's part of the risk we all take, every time.

...but, thank you.

[spohkh]

[Spock removes his hand...]

It is difficult, regardless of the job, to lose a member of the team.. Though we know the risks, it does not make the situation easier.

If you ever wish to meditate, I can be made available.

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek's smile is nothing short of sardonic in reaction to Spock's first sentence.]

Yeah, I know. It's why I usually work solo.

[But not this time. Damn you, Brody. You should have let him go it alone, as usual.

Derek tears himself off that thought. Now was not the time...]

Thanks. Not sure I'll take you up on that, but I appreciate the offer.

[spohkh]

Very well...


My reasons for offering meditation is for relief from the obvious conflict in your mind.

However, there are other means... You must be...restless from having such an injury.

[Spock wheels them in the direction of the fountain.