Intro Log - Voice/Action

[spohkh]

[Illogical does not even begin to characterize the situation that Spock has found himself in. Approximately 2.4 minutes ago he was on the bridge of the USS Enterprise, and through some, as of yet unexplained phenomenon taking no time at all, (possibly through some spacial anomaly or undetected ion storm) suddenly appeared inverted in a tree... Current conditions also leave much to be desired. Spock's Vulcan physiology requires higher temperatures, and proper garments for optimal comfort... the forest in which he is now located has a lower than optimal temperature, and coupled with the disappearance of his Uniform and thermal wear he finds himself rather... cold. Though, perhaps it is fortuitous that he appeared in clothes at all... the white pants will have to suffice.
Upon his initial assessment, and descent from the tree, he was amazed to see an alteration to his physical person]

...Fascinating.

[Spock cards his fingers through the feathered protrusions located in the area of his scapula. Since he could feel a rather curious sensation through manual stimulus of the ...wings, Spock can safely assume they are indeed his newly acquired appendages. He could not fail to notice that his wings are the same ebony color his hair is.
Taking in his surroundings, Spock could hear the sound of running water close by... but nothing significant that could give him evidence of his location. The terrain was similar to that of Earth, however, there was 'something' about them that Spock could not quite explain that told him 'no, this is not Earth'...
As he was about to venture towards the water in hopes of finding civilization, something catches his attention... it appears to be some form of recording device located at the base of the tree in which he just descended from. Picking up the device he also notices that it has his name on it and it appears to be active. Curious... This proves that he was indeed sent here on purpose. But why?
Spock finally decides to speak out loud.]

Greetings, I am Spock. Is there a conscious form of life out there that can tell me my current location?

Comments

>-> I am aquiver in anticipation

[antivanleather]

[It is a bit of a stretch, the fabric does not wish to give in the slightest- but he manages without popping any of the seams. It did not look comfortable at all, so he worked quickly, marking where each cut should be made with a quick knick of the blade. Then the trickier part.

Zev was careful. Very careful when he brought the knife's blade up inside Spock's shirt to cut through from the inside. They were quick, clean, and he managed to do so without one touching skin or feather with anything more than his hand.]

Here we are.

Re: >-> I am aquiver in anticipation

[spohkh]

[Spock cannot help but appreciate the skill.] You are rather efficient with a blade.

[antivanleather]

Deft hands come with my occupation, my friend.

[A low, throaty chuckle and he withdraws the blade entirely to slip it back into it's sheath. He did not think he'd have to make the holes any larger.

One hand remained inside the shirt, cradling the first of Spock's wings, the other slipped through the cut in the fabric to find the joint. Give it a little tug in the right direction.]

/Facepalm

[spohkh]

[..Focus...this will be over soon. The closeness, the heat, the 'strange' sensation that seems to be spreading from his wings; to use a human phrase, his nerves are 'on fire'. Spock seems to be trying to will Mister Zevran to speed up.]

eeeeeeeheeheheh

[antivanleather]

Breathe. It will be over soon.

[Well, just this joint. Then there's the rest of the wing. It's slow, but he manages to pull the first bend through and begins the slow process of pulling the rest of that tiny wing through the hole he'd cut in the fabric.

It was a bit of a snug fit-the feathers caught and dragged here and there. Whenever Zev saw this he would stop, give Spock time to breathe, make certain none of the feathers were twisting unpleasantly, and then resume.]

Spock has completely forgotten why he's here, you know that right?

[spohkh]

[This was ...excruciating. Vulcan's do not sweat... but if he was capable of the process he was sure he would be doing so in copious amounts. Every time a feather caught Spock had to bite his lip from crying out. Never had he experienced a sensation like this. His hand fisted on the wall, and his body began to quiver.]

Mission accomplished!

[antivanleather]

[After a few snags of feathers Zev starts murmuring under his breath in Antivan, too low to be translated. It's all nonsense really, just a warm counterpoint to calm Spock. He was ill at ease and if he jerked it could ruin him.

Finally the second joint is through and he starts pulling the last segment along, pausing to comb his fingers through the disheveled feathers closest to teh cut in the fabric more often than before.]

X3

[spohkh]

[Spock's vision begins to white around the edges, and he sways on the spot...]

<.< oh dear

[antivanleather]

[And then, at least, the final segment is through.

Zevran spends a few moments smoothing down Spock's feathers, then rests his hand flat on Spock's back between his shoulder blades.]

Are you well?

You've unleashed the Vulcan.......... *_*

[spohkh]

[Spock leans forward until his forehead is resting on the wall. He finds himself arching into the warm contact... odd.]


[Spock only huffs in reply.]

Oh MY. >w>

[antivanleather]

[That seemed agreeable enough...He cracks a smile and rubs slow, soothing circles into Spock's back. Give him time to recover before they try the second wing.]

We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed, Spock has left the building.....XD

[spohkh]

[The wings... there was something about the wings but Spock cannot seem to recall what it was right now. There was an alarm going off somewhere in his subconscious but it was easy to dismiss. The soothing contact is rather...agreeable.]


[There is a rumbling sound that starts deep in his chest and resonates from his throat.... wait, purring?]

Shall I hang up and try again?

[antivanleather]

[Now that is something he has not heard before. At least not from someone shaped like an elf, even if it is a tall one. Zev quirks a brow, considers his options, then reaches up with his other hand to start moving the other wing through the cut of Spock's shirt. At least he wasn't knotted up and panting anymore.]

You'll get a busy signal I'm afraid.

[spohkh]

[Spock's...purring escalated then paused.

An odd keening noise slowly made it's way out of his throat and his hand began scratching at the wall... he seemed to have difficulty standing.]

I'll have to call back at another time. >_>

[antivanleather]

[Zevran had to cease his movements whenever Spock shifted his weight- delicate work, this, and he didn't want to hurt the man. There was a stool in the corner- Zev stretched out a leg, hooked his ankle around it and pulled it over.

Multitasking. Harrah.

It's simple enough to rest a hand against Spock's shoulder and attempt to guide him down. Whether it works or not would depend on whether or not he reacted to the accidental catch of Zevran's nails at the base of his feathers.]

Gah! You're killing me! XD

[spohkh]

[As Spock is guided down to his seat he feels the nails catch... his body completely freezes up and he lets out a drawn out guttural moan.]

...Estuhl terrupik khaf...

In all the best ways.

[antivanleather]

...Are you alright my friend?

[Because that had been horribly sexy and he would very much to like hear more of that language in that tone.]

You broke my Vulcan!

[spohkh]

[The purring resumes.....then he sighs...]

...Nam-tor wak yon svi'if yontau au....

I sunk your Vulcan ship? >.> no, Ser, I raised it up!

[antivanleather]

[Whatever this language is, and why the wings aren't translating them, Zevran doesn't know.


Then again he does have his hands full of the wings, it might be messing with the translation properties. As fascinating as he found that thought to be instead he focused on pulling the second wing through the cut, handling the feathered limb carefully- this hole was smaller. More feathers caught and twisted if he wasn't careful. ]

The puns continue...:p

[spohkh]

[Spock's vision went white...and he slumped forward on the stool..right.down.to.the.floor. Like a sack of potatoes. Spock was out cold.]

Punning into infinity.

[antivanleather]

Ser?

[Oh.

Brasca.

Zev sighed and finished the process of pulling that wing through, widened the cuts in the man's shirt, and then sat back on his heels to consider the situation.

Normally they get to the fun part before his partner passes out, after all. Were he not so proud he'd be offended. It couldn't be comfortable lying there- and he did not seem as though he would wake soon. There were beds in the welcome center.

So, carry him to the welcome center. As long and lean as he was it couldn't be that difficult-

Except he was heavier than he looked. Quite a bit heavier. Zev swore after the first attempt to lift, ducked out of the changing room and managed to rig a stretcher of sorts to roll the man upon and drag him out of the store. Convincing everyone they passed that it was perfectly normal, his friend was just a bit ill, and no he didn't KILL him was a bit more difficult.



but he managed. Somehow. Maker's Breath.

The walk to the welcome center and one of their beds feels like it takes forever- the man is not light at all despite his delicate bone structure and Zevran is growing more and more weary by the moment. Finally they arrive and he rolls the man onto the first free bed. Then sits on the one next to it to mutter and shake out his wrists.]

You are heavier than several dwarves.

..and beyond.

[spohkh]

[Spock knew something was wrong. He was in a healing trance that was repairing broken mental links. Fascinating, he must of lost control. But how? His memory has been affected. He remembers a changing room, and...Mister Zevran...

...

oh.


Kadi'ith, what had he done? Deep shame filled Spock at his major loss of control and frustration at the sensitivity of his wings.

Spock kept his eyes closed because he found he was not ready to face Mister Zevran and what he might think of him now.

The boundaries of his control, apparently.

[antivanleather]

...which I find odd, seeing as you are long limbed much like a taller man- and you weigh more than any of those that I've had to dispose of or cart about in the past.

[Muttering to fill the air, and to try to make sense of this. He should not be quite so heavy. Then again he said he was...Vulcan? Perhaps it was normal for him.]

Re: The boundaries of his control, apparently.

[spohkh]

[...Spock could not resist.]

I am Vulcan, my home planet has a higher gravity resulting in a higher bone density which accounts for my...heaviness.

I...[Spock sits up a little and hesitates.]

[antivanleather]

Ah, the sleeping beauty awakens.

[Zevran offers Spock a surprisingly sincere smile.]

You had me worried for a moment there, my friend.