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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?

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...Fascinating. I have read the information that has been given to me... and it seems that we are rather encouraged to communicate with one another. Who are you?

[Spock starts to walk in the direction of town according to the map has been provided with...]

I'm Molly. Molly Carpenter.

[OhmyGodohmyGod.]

And you're Spock.

[Which. He said. But. Okay. That sounded dumb. But.

Okay. Wow.]

It's [BEYOND WEIRD] nice to meet you.

[Spock can hear the stifled enthusiasm and he cannot help but wonder if every species he encounters here will be as 'enthusiastic'...

Spock can see the village now through the trees.]

Miss Carpenter, would it be agreeable to meet while I accustom myself to this new place? I am also hesitant to ask if you would also help me locate my clothes.

[That sound that you don't hear? That is the sound of an internal shriek of: OKAY THIS PLACE MIGHT BE HORRIBLE BUT I AM ABOUT TO HELP SPOCK FIND HIS CLOTHES.]

Sure! [Okay. Too chirpy. Stop it, Molly, come on, breathe.] Um. Do you have directions to the village?

[eyebrow...]

Indeed, please choose a location where we can find each other.

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The fountain is probably the best place.

[There. That even sounded mostly rational.]

It's in the middle of the square, you can't miss it.

Agreed.

[Spock is now entering the village proper and can see the fountain...there are also quite a few people wandering around.]

Miss Carpenter, please wave so that I might locate you.

[Molly is sort of hard to miss. She's all of a shapely 5"11, with the tips of her hair dyed in a gradient from green to indigo. She has several tattoos: a serpentine one on the right side of her neck, the tail of which disappears under her shirt to some unknown destination; barbs and curls of a tribal design flicker out from the neckline of her shirt; and from her right hand all up to her shoulder, whirling loops and spirals in brown ink dance their way up her arm.

She had been sitting on the fountain's edge with her journal on her lap, but when Spock spoke through it, she stood and waved. It's a relatively sedate wave.]

I think I see you - do you see me?

Indeed.

[Spock did indeed notice her... she was rather tall for a human female, and the haircolour was rather striking. He approaches Miss Carpenter ~~in all his hairy barechested glory ]~~

Greetings. [Spock offers her a Ta'al, a Vulcan handgesture.]
I thank thee for your assistance. Where do we start?

[Molly is not only a fast study, but also a Trekkie. She mimics his hand gesture perfectly.

...and does an inner squee about 'I thank thee.'

Not Leonard Nimoy. Still incredibly cool.]

Let's start with the Clothing Store. If your clothes showed up, that's where it will be. It's right this way.

[Spock gives a moment to appreciate that Miss Carpenter was able to mimic the Ta'al... intriguing.

Very well, I will follow your lead.

[She darts a glance over to him as she walks, confirming the pointy ears. Because. She has to. It's like a law.]

So... you read the Guide?

Indeed, it was most.... enlightening. Though I am not agreeable with the current situation, I will let things... as my Captain says 'go with the flow.'

Are you human?

[...ah. How to explain the fine-tuning here.]

Yes, I'm human. I'm... a little bit of a different type of human, but I'm from Earth. The year is 2010. There are a bunch of people from a bunch of different types of Earth and different times in Earth's history here.

I am aware....the paradoxical statistics aside.
Since I am familiar with the Earth of my universe, I will ask what you mean by 'different type' of human?

[This is the part of the story where Molly quite literally bites her tongue. This isn't something she'd ever usually bring up, and certainly not at first blush. She blames herself for being a fangirl and the unwitting desire to show off and -

Darn it, Molly.]

Um. Well? In my version of Earth, magic is real. And there are some people who are born with the ability to access it.

Fascinating.

In my universe, magic only exist in folklore and 'fairy tales'. Though we have encountered supernatural abilities during out exploratory travels, nothing has seemed quite as...fantastical as that. Is there a particular subcategory defining your type of magic?

[Spock cannot help but be curious, he is a scientist after all.... and this is a fortuitous opportunity.]

[They should be just about arriving at the Clothing Shop now. Molly turns to go up the steps.]

A subcategory? As opposed to...

[What kinds of categories did he think magic had? It did have some, but - she was more curious about he thinks then about spilling out information that she wasn't sure was necessary, wanted, or wise.]

Where do you draw your 'magic' from? The source? From what I have read, wielders of magic who did not draw their magic from an inherent ability summoned it from an elemental aspect. However, there are also more specific categories ranging from healing to psychic. Forgive me if I am asking too much, but I am most curious about your ability.

[Molly was startled. Pleased, but startled, and she blinked for a moment before meeting his gaze - very, very briefly - but in that startled instant he made a minute breakthrough, because she stopped thinking of him, in that moment, as Spock, and saw him as an interested, interesting individual.

She shifted her gaze away before she risked a soulgaze, but couldn't help express her surprise.]

I'm surprised that you looked into it. I didn't think--

[--okay, so, way to almost spill the beans, Molly.]

I mean, most worlds that don't have magic just sort of... dismiss it. And even most people in my world don't want to acknowledge its existence, even if it happens right in front of their eyes.

Indeed. I am interested in all cultural exchange. It is apart of Vulcan teaching: IDIC, infinite diversity in infinite combinations. Just because magic does not exist on Earth, does not mean that it does not exist at all. Many cultures have accused Vulcans of being wielders of magic for having telepathic abilities....hence the reason for my interest. My mother was human, she read many fictional novels.

["IDIC, infinite diversity in infinite combinations."

...

/SQUEE.]

[She blinked a few times to try to contain her enthusiasm.]

I see. Um. Well--

[Okay, she's really not doing a great job at this 'calming down' thing, because she's probably beaming a bit too much right now but. Okay.

Okay.]

There are many areas of study in magic, everything from hydromancy to thaumaturgy. But the source of magic comes from life itself. My mentor explained it to me as just that - the energy that comes from life.

Does this define your area of magic?

Oh - I'm just an apprentice. It's a large area of study. I'm getting a more general grasp of it before I can figure what area of magic to specialize in.

[She has her strengths and weaknesses and they're very well-defined, but they're working on buffering those weaknesses.]

I like to mess with people's heads. :3

and Molly is SUCH a fangirl

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