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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?
...lol, QUITE THE WELCOME he's gotten 0XD
Vulcans have a pulse, right? Is it faster or slower than a human's? Why can't I remember this when it matters?]
I enjoy giving Spock a hard time... hope it's not to ooc though.
Spock manages to surface into conscious awareness and starts to rise into a sitting position.]
Lucky I didn't make you carry him XDSeems fine to me!
That meant he wasn't dead - oh good, he was sitting up.
She leaned back, moving to a kneeling position.]
Are you all right? What happened?
hehe ;)
I-Indeed. Miss Carpenter, I will be well. It would seem that I was overcome by a sensory overload. Vulcan physiology is such that we are aware and in control of all bodily functions at any given time. And in combination with our telepathic abilities that results in certain sensitivities... [Spock did not want to admit this....green started to stain the tips of his ears and his cheekbones.]
...it simply became...too much. I believe it resulted in 'blacking-out'.
[Spock looked down... he was still seated on the floor looking like a put out pile of sorrowful Vulcan.]
I believe I must apologize Miss Carpenter. In my vulnerable state my mental shields were demolished and I believe that my mind tried to connect with yours.
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I believe that my mind tried to connect with yours--
'My mind to your mind'--
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
That. Was so cool.]
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Um.
She straightened up and leaned back a little further.]
Um. You know what? I think I'm just going to chalk this up to first-day weirdness, and we'll never have to talk about this again. Is that okay with you?
[She might be blushing a little herself. She'll probably freak out later - oh my God, what did I do? - but right now she's just trying to put Spock at ease.]
Gah! You made it sound like Spock was hitting on you! lawl! XDD
[Spock stands abruptly and tugs his now manageable shirt down to its proper place, looking very much like the stoic First Officer. Hands behind his back he faces Molly.]
I apologize for my offenses and for making you feel uncomfortable. You have been nothing but gracious and hospitable to me and this is how I repay you. [Spock bows to Molly.]
Please let me know if there is anything I can do in atonement.
Look, it's a 21st century fangirl's mind, okay? >>
[Molly stood, smoothing down her own shirt and trying to collect herself.]
Well. I believe it that you didn't mean to do it. And I'm sorry if anything I did was... made you uncomfortable.
[She exhales a brief breath.]
Let's just have coffee sometime and call it even. Okay?
Lol! Just teasin' ya m'dear. ^_^ I enjoyed that scene waay too much XD
[Spock straightens his shirt.]
Coffee? I have never imbibed such a substance. Please, lead the way.