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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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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.]

Perhaps in the future, if you are amenable, you would honour me with a demonstration?

[...Spock just asked him to give her a magic demonstration.

This is possibly the best day in Luceti ever.

But if there's one thing Harry's taught her, it's how to shake yourself out of embarrassing awe.

Cheekiness usually works.]

You mean like sometime after we've found you a shirt?

[She paused to grin at him.]

I'd be honored. [Pause a beat and she shrugged a little ruefully.] But I have to warn you, I'm still learning. I might not be the best example.

[In his curiosity... Spock seemed to have forgotten his missing shirt... a green tint started to stain the tips of his ears. He actually looked down and fidgeted.]

...Indeed. Are we nearing the appropriate establishment?

[...Molly feels a little guilty at that. She should have just let it go. But she smiles at him, bright and engaging, before nodding.]

It's right over here.

[And she begins to head towards the doorway.

...and works towards setting him back at ease.]

So - telepathy?

[Spock follows Miss Carpenter into the establishment... he is greeting by a rather impressive amount of merchandise.]

As a Vulcan I am a touch-telepath. The ability to read one's mind and emotions through contact. Anything deeper would require a mind meld.

[Spock starts to look around...]

Sounds... complicated.

[Molly briefly weighs the risks of forthwalling.

...nope. not worth it.

She moves to follow him into the men's section.]

Anything in particular I should be looking for?

Indeed. My blue uniform shirt with black pants and boots. They are mostly military standard, so they should appear pressed.

[Spock starts to look among the racks of clothes...He was never one for idle conversation, though he finds himself interested in finding out more about this individual.]

Do you have a family Miss Carpenter?

Right. Blue uniform.

[She said in the tone of someone fixing an object in her mind.

...which she was, in fact, doing. This conversation was getting a little less weird all the time - possibly because he was proving both polite and interesting, and that was helping put her on more realistic ground - but she was also having a hard time getting over the fact that Spock just asked about her family.

Focus. She needed to focus. Molly began a methodical search of the folded shirts.]

And I do have a family back home. I'm actually the oldest of seven kids.

[It was alternatively a source of pride and shame to have a family that large. But this long into Luceti? She just... missed them. All of them.]

We're each about a year apart.

Indeed, it must be difficult to be away from them at this time? I myself have no siblings. However I.... [Spock was about to mention his mother, but he decided not to talk about her. This was not the time and he needed meditation. As his Captain would say, he was 'saved by the bell' that he located his uniform shirt.]

I seem to have located my shirt. Would you wait a moment while I put it on?

[Molly did miss them. She tried not to think about it, however.]

Sure, the dressing rooms are in the back and - I don't know if these are uniform pants, but they look like they might fit?

[She offers the black pants to him.]

[Spock looks at the pants and takes them from Miss Carpenter...]
Those are indeed my uniform pants, I thank thee.

[Spock goes into the dressing rooms at the back.... after a few minutes there seems to be rather muffled banging noises emitting from the dressing room....]

[In order to not think about Spock changing in the back, Molly had been searching for new graphic T-Shirts. Every once in a while, she got lucky, and one showed up in her size.

...however, the banging sound coming from the dressing room drew her curious concern.]

Everything all right in there?

...I appear BANG to be having difficulty fitting my uniform over the wings. Do you have a sharp object I might utilize?

[Molly grimaced at that. New wings were tender as all get out.]

Ah - I don't, actually. I could run to the Smithy and get one.

[Or - magic, hey, could she use magic to cut something? ...probably not very well.]

Or you could just try a different shirt in the meantime?

Negative, that will not be necessary....

May I ask a favour Miss Carpenter?

...yes?

... I hesitate to ask. Would you be able to utilize your magic to make it so the wings fit through the shirt?

[Spock still has the door to the changing room firmly shut.]

I wish I could. But that kind of magic would take some time.

[Transmogrification is not as easy, with her type of magic, as it would be with those whose magic, she couldn't help but think, was more powerful. Like Draco's, he could do this easily.]

It's not the sort of thing I could just use an evocation for.

[Not at her current level, anyway.]

I see.... I apologize for my request. Perhaps... [There is more struggling coming from inside the dressing room and the sounds of rips are audible.

The struggles cease...]

I have one more request. I have managed to rip holes large enough for the wings to fit through the back.... however I am having difficulty getting them through. Can you assist me?

[The door opens slightly, only to reveal Spock with his black long sleeved undershirt on over his head. His arms are cover, but the shirt is pulled up at the front because the wings at the back are preventing it from going down. He looks as miserable as a Vulcan possibly can.]

[Molly winced a little at those ripping sounds and made a mental note to start carrying around a knife. Even a pocket knife would do.

And when Spock opened the door, the internal squee track which had been running since the beginning of their conversation and only getting progressively louder at intervals ground to a sudden halt. He looked so uncomfortable.]

Of course.

[She dropped the shirt in her hand back on the shelf and hurried over.]

Just turn around.

My thanks.

[Spock turns around and waits for Miss Carpenter.... not that he is apprehensive or anything.]

This might - hurt a little. I know that the wings are sensitive.

[Sensitive in all kinds of ways and she tries not to think about that. At all. Instead she braces one hand on his back between his wings and starts pulling down the shirt one side at a time. As she pulls the shirt against his back with one hand, she smooths the wing flat against his back.

She stopped when the shirt just covered the edge of his wings. This left her plenty of pull in the shirt itself and aligned the holes over the wings which... should make it easier to pull the wings through.

She left one hand underneath the shirt and one above.]

You're all right?

[Because this next part might actually... really hurt.]

[Spock looks behind him to reassure Miss Carpenter.]
Indeed, all is well. You may commence.

[...the physical contact... Spock will desperately need to mediate after this. He is trying his best to keep his mental walls stable, but it is proving difficult. She is projecting...rather loudly.]

All right, on three. One, two--

[And it's on two when she moves.

Molly decides that doing this quickly would be better, so she holds the hole open with one hand and with the other works the wing through. She just hopes it doesn't hurt too much.]

--three.

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You're in for a trip.

whee! /buys a ticket

buckle up

oh dear /buckles

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