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[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 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.

[Spock sways for a moment, but remains upright. That was an...interesting phenomena to be sure. However, there was still one wing left to process.]

{With the hand on the outside of shirt, she steadied his shoulder until the swaying passed.]

I'm sorry. It's almost over. Ready?

[Spock huffs a little before answering Miss Carpenter's question.]

Indeed, please continue.

[...fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Molly was focused on just getting the task done with the least amount of pain possible.

That's why the next wing is freed with similar speed and precision as the first.

And though she doesn't reach out to tug his shirt down, she doesn't step back either. She removes the had that had been underneath his shirt, and places one hand on each side of the now-freed wings. Using her contract with the filial spirit Nala, her hands begin to warm.

She was aware that no magic could affect the wings. But maybe the spirit could at least ease the soreness of the ordeal. And with one sweep of her hands she moves them down each wing, righting the ruffled feathers.]

All right?

[Spock starts to stand upright, but then sags dangerously forward. His vision whites and then CRASH down like a sack of potatoes. He is out cold.]

Ack!

[Molly moved quickly, sliding her hands up to grab his arms. She steps forward into him in order to use her body as leverage to keep him from falling to the ground. She's no shrinking violet, but the dead weight of a grown man is also no joke.

She does manage to keep him from crashing to the ground face-first, and lowers him down instead, turning him on his side.

She craned to see his face, saying his name.]

Spock? Spock??

[Inside her mind, there was a running collision of thoughts - everything she knew of Vulcan physiology and medicine and an on-going litany of 'oh crap, oh crap,' and 'I broke Spock.']

[Fascinating... he must be experiencing sensory overload. He will have to take greater care with his wings in the future... or at least until he can extensively meditate to repair his damaged nerves.

But that still leave him to deal with the fact that he is...emotionally compromised, and he had fainted in front of Miss Carpenter.

...Miss Carpenter. Ka'adith. He has probably worried the female and greatly shamed himself in the process. There, he can hear his name being called as if in the distance. This is proving rather more difficult than he had originally assumed.]

[...Well, time to find his pulse. Right? Right. She still doesn't want to put all his weight on his wings, so this means she has to lean him to find his pulse on his throat.

Vulcans have a pulse, right? Is it faster or slower than a human's? Why can't I remember this when it matters?]

[Hands, there were more hands upon his person and his mental shields are down. He can feel that Miss Carpenter is panicked, worried and a literal 'jumbled mess' of emotions.

Spock manages to surface into conscious awareness and starts to rise into a sitting position.]

~~Lucky I didn't make you carry him XD~~

[His mental shields being down meant that his unconscious probing against her own shields did not go unnoticed. Molly quickly withdrew her hands and when the probing immediately stopped, she exhaled.

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?

[It took Spock a moment to formulate a reply. Miss Carpenter's mind was rather...fascinating and complex. He realized that he made grievous error in reaching out to her mind without permission... this was a serious offense in Vulcan society. With her magical abilities, Spock was safe to assume that she would have noticed the mental probing.]

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.

[Okay, there was a lot there but let's just pause for a second here--

I believe that my mind tried to connect with yours--

'My mind to your mind'--

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

That. Was so cool.]

[But... okay. 'Certain sensitivities?' Blushing? Plus the mental probing?

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.]

[Spock does not know if particularly 'likes' that idea. However, he can tell that he upset Miss Carpenter... guilt seems to be a dominant emotion at present.]

[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.

Um.

[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?

Very well.

[Spock straightens his shirt.]
Coffee? I have never imbibed such a substance. Please, lead the way.

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Spock can see a white light... XD

Nooooo, rush AWAY from the light at the end of the tunnel!

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What will you do now Miss Carpenter? XD

WHY DO THE JOURNALS NOT COME EQUIPPED WITH 911??

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...lol, QUITE THE WELCOME he's gotten 0XD

I enjoy giving Spock a hard time... hope it's not to ooc though.

Seems fine to me!

hehe ;)

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Gah! You made it sound like Spock was hitting on you! lawl! XDD

Look, it's a 21st century fangirl's mind, okay? >>

Lol! Just teasin' ya m'dear. ^_^ I enjoyed that scene waay too much XD