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Intro Log - Voice/Action
[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?
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?
Gah! You're killing me! XD
...Estuhl terrupik khaf...
In all the best ways.
[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!
...Nam-tor wak yon svi'if yontau au....
I sunk your Vulcan ship? >.> no, Ser, I raised it up!
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
Punning into infinity.
[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.
...
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.
[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.
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.]
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[Zevran offers Spock a surprisingly sincere smile.]
You had me worried for a moment there, my friend.
He's gonna try to run now you know... XD
It is unfortunate, but I seem to be emotionally compromised. Please forgive my actions. I am in need of extensive meditation.
Aaaaaaaaaw. Don't leave!
Perhaps he was.
And that makes him feel positively impish.]
Emotionally compromised? You seem perfectly fine to me. Sit. Stay awhile. Ask what you would wish to know of the village. I am here to service you in any way you might desire, after all.
Re: Aaaaaaaaaw. Don't leave!
Have you been engaged in the act of flirting with me?
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[He snorts a laugh and his grin widens.]
And that makes it more exciting.
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Again, I thank you for your assistance. If you do not mind, I shall try to find my Captain.
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