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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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[Spock jumps a little at the contact... he is not used to such... physicality. However, he remains silent. Spock can feel the scrutiny at his back, though he does not know how to deal with the situation.]

[Follow the line of the shirt, make the requisite cuts, and step back.

Or.

Have a little fun.

The choice was an easy one to make, really. Zev did slide his hand up a few inches along Spock's back, attempting to tug the fabric away from the man's cool skin, the side of his hand brushing and disheveling a few of his feathers.]

Hn...this is tricky.

[Spock gasps and jumps forward a little when Zevran made contact with his wings... they were not exaggerating when they mentioned the initial sensitivity. It was a feeling he could not... describe.]

M-Mister Zevran, what appears to be the i-issue?

[Oh now that was a delicious little sound. He stills his hand, waiting for Spock to calm himself. Maybe he brings his hand to the side a bit. Musses another set of feathers subtly. Grinning all the while like the wicked thing that he is, of course.]

The knit of this fabric does not give that much, and you do not seem terribly experienced in the control of your wings. Give them a little flap- they are more flexible than you seem to give them credit for.

[Spock does his best to concentrate.... though proper cognitive functioning seems to be rather difficult at the moment. Spock does not seem to notice the shift in conversation.]

I-I will do my best to comply. [Spock stretches and then flaps his wings experimentally.]

Perhaps if you pull, the fabric will stretch enough for our current needs? [Fascinating... sensory overload.]

I am going to try to lay one flat against your back so I might move the fabric down. If it becomes uncomfortable- tell me. These appendages are delicate.

[He'll need both hands, the knife goes behind one ear. True to his word his touch is light. Delicate. Very gently folding the wing along it's natural formation to press against Spock's back.]

Can you hold it here?

I-Indeed.

[Spock braces himself against the wall in front of him... he is experiencing a mild level of discomfort. A rather curious sensation... it is not pain, but... ]

Alright then.

[He releases the wing and watches it carefully, making certain that Spock can indeed hold it against his back on his own before sliding his fingers to the base of the opposite wing. He once again ran his fingers through the softness of Spock's feathers and begins to carefully fold it along it's natural inclinations. Halfway there he stops, peers around Spock to check his expression]

You are well?

[The sensory overload is starting to affect his mental shields. Spock actually shudders when his wings are touched again. This...'side-effect' is most unfortunate. Spock can only hope is passes quickly.

When Mister Zevran looks over Spock's shoulder, he should see his eyes closed and his scrunched up face, topped with slightly elevated breathing.]

I... am well. [Spock is stubborn like that.]

Are you nearly complete?

Ser?

[That expression, to the untrained eye, could be misconstrued as a man in pain.

Zev knew better. He keeps his face blank and waits for Spock to speak, idly twisting his fingers against the feathers. Additional pinpricks of sensation, just to test. To tease. Surely he has realized what it was he felt by now.]

Just about. If you wish me to stop....

[It was the continued contact that gave Spock the hint to Mister Zevran's ulterior motives... however, it could be a gesture of comfort. He has met many species where it was the norm to be more aggressively 'hands-on'....]

Please...continue. I a-appreciate your help. Though if there is any way to increase the speed of the process that would be most beneficial.

So long as you are certain.

[Another twist, shifting his grip on the delicate limb, and he finishes folding the wing flat against Spock's back. Rests it there so he can hold it and gently pulls the shirt down over his tightly folded wings.]

Too fast and we would risk injury. The wings are sensitive- losing a feather is much akin to being punched in the kidneys, or so I am told. Better to be cautious, yes?

[Spock takes a deep breath... What Mister Zevran was proposing was...logical. He had read the information in the device, and he was aware of what any damage to the wings can do.]

...Indeed. I am amenable to your suggestion.

[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.

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

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.]

[..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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[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?]

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awww... you made Spock stutter! XD

He'll do more than that if you let me get away with it. >->

We'll see what the muse comes up with. XD

Oh ho ho ho~

Good grief... the direction is amazing. XD

I am bad and should feel bad. But I don't.

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You would be surprised how dense Spock is about these things... XD

Surprinsgly dense. Zev finds it adorable

Just you wait.....:3

>-> I am aquiver in anticipation

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/Facepalm

eeeeeeeheeheheh

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

Mission accomplished!

X3

<.< oh dear

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

Oh MY. >w>

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

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