spohkh | Personal Log #7

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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.

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[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

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[Spock breathes out in a way that implies a 'sigh'.... but he would totally deny it.]

Mister Beast... it is obvious that something is troubling you. I believe that to deal with a personal issue, it is wise to share it with someone you trust.

If you cannot share it with me, I encourage you to find someone with whom you can share it with.
[Spock regards the other man, holding him in a calculating gaze. Spock would not be offended if Beast doesn't speak with him, he's not that kind of Vulcan.
Instead, Spock gently picks at the strings of his Lyre... a melodic tune drifting around them as he watches the stranger creature bounding through his backyard.]

[As that gaze is fixed on him, soon followed by more making of that strange music, Beast suddenly notices how much he stands out in the snow. How looked at that attention from Spock makes him feel. A rush of shame seems to spread over his body, like he is being unfair to this pointy-eared person for not saying anything. He needs to sit down, but there's no where he could settle. He's not sitting in the snow...

So instead he shifts his feet and unknowingly shuffles through to change positions in the slightest. He doesn't understand, what is it he did wrong?

It is not long before the silence, the lack of speaking, becomes unbearable for him, and looking over at the footstool who still hasn't stopped digging through and rolling in the frosted ground he suddenly blurts it out:] It d-doesn't... bother, you?

[Spock notices Beast's discomfort and stands. Placing his Lyre aside he quickly disappears inside the house and comes back with a rather sturdy looking bench and places it beside his chair.

Sitting down again, Spock gestures for Beast to take a seat on the bench.]

There are very few things that 'bother' me Mister Beast.

[He stares as he watches him disappear into the house and then return with a... bench? Not a chair? ~~That's not implying anything is it?~~

Finally, though, he takes up on Spock's offer and ignores his curiosity, resting himself on the bench nonetheless.]

Only... few?

I am a creature of logic...therefore it is illogical to have an emotional response of a negative nature towards anyone or anything.

[Spock eyed Beast.... was he trying to change the subject?]

[Believe it or not, he wasn't trying to. He just wondered what Spock meant.

The word "illogical" is a complicated one for him anyway, so he gets back to his original point.] Well it... to... to me, he... [A glance toward Sultan.] can be... s-sometimes.

[He looks down. After what Spock had said, he can't tell if being bothered by a dog is all that good of him.]

[Spock's eyebrows twitch...

....what?

The Vulcan makes a small sound, perhaps in frustration but he would never admit it.]

Mister Beast, I believe I have misinterpreted your emotions. Please forgive me.
I must admit though, individuals have often claimed that I am classified as a 'quiet' person... however, you 'take the prize' in that category.

[Spock's lips twitch in a small smile as he regards Beast. A little light teasing never hurt anyone, right?]

Wh-what? O... oh. [He gives a sheepish awkward look at that comment, which he misses as simply a teasing remark.] I w-was talking about... m-my pet.

H-he... can be... uh...

[Spock stands...]

I believe a change in subject is in order. Perhaps you would care to join me in a hot beverage? Please... come inside. It is getting rather cold outside.

[Spock opens the door, and warmly welcomes Beast into his home.]

[He seems surprised by the suggestion, and shrinks slightly for mentioning Sultan in conversation then. But while his fur breaks the wind for him, the pads of his feet are definitely starting to feel the ice-cold sensation from the snow, thus he nods and follows Spock inside. After noticing they're about to disappear, Sultan swiftly follows and dashes in through the door.]

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You can close us up if you like~

Sounds good to me~ ^^