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Personal Log #10 - [Action/Accidental Video] A return to innocence...
[Spock blinks awake... but then shuts his eyes again as the wave of disorientation hits him. People and events crowd into his mind in no logical order... leaving gaping holes in his memories.
Logically, he can safely assume that something has happened to him. He's hurt, alone... and his normally eidetic memory is off... Indeed, something has definitely happened to him.
Opening his eyes once more, he takes in his surroundings... his tiny hand reaches out and takes the journal that is laying innocently beside him.
It's a familiar book, almost as if it's from a distant memory... but he cannot remember how or why it's here... or where he is for that matter. But he does recognize these trees... He's definitely been here before.
Opening the journal's pages, he doesn't realize that he has activated the 'video'... Anyone who is listening in will see the bruised face of an eight year old boy... with a familiar bowl cut, slanted eyebrows, and pointed ears.
Spock stares at the book for awhile, trying hard to place it within his memory... then shuts it. Standing, and fighting off another wave of disorientation... Spock makes his way slowly towards civilization.]
ooc: Meet 8 year old Spock, who is lost and confused as to where he is. If your CR with him is strong enough, he may recognize you, and recall some events... he just won't recall everything clearly. All answers to posts will be coming from my other account:
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spohkh_kan Feel free to bump into Spock as he wandering aimlessly around town, trying to find his way home.. or at least a familiar face. If he does find a familiar face, expect him to tag along like a duckling.
Also, feel free to grab Spock's attention through the journal, he will be very inquisitive about the entire phenomenon. Cheers m'dears! ^_^
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However... he didn't question it because he felt as though he knew about it already. Either way, he trusted the woman wholly.]
This is your home yes? Does anyone else live here?
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Would you care to set the table, Spock-chan? [she regards him for a moment] Who do you stay with?
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I... am uncertain.
I...
[Spock scrunches up his forehead, trying to remember who it is he stays with.]
Normally it is with my parents.. but I do not believe that this is true right now...
[Spock recalls blond hair and blue eyes.... ]
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Pour that for me?
And don't worry. After we eat, I'll find where you belong.
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Does he belong anywhere? His peers at school were convinced that he did not. Did he belong here?
...Surely he must have a place...]
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Spock-chan?
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My apologies... it would seem that I was... lost in thought.
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[Spock blushed... Vulcan's do not speak of such things.]
I do not wish to burden you with my troubled thoughts.
[Honestly.... what eight year old speaks like this..]
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[she sits at the table and watches him]
Though you'd better start serving before it melts, ne?
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Sitting down... he regards it for a moment...]
I... Have thoughts. Of not belonging. Vulcans are supposed to have control of their emotions, but I cannot help but feel...
...that I do not belong.
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I felt it for a long time when I was your age and for much after. But belonging is something everyone wishes for.
But I wonder, what does belonging mean to you? What must happen until you feel you belong?
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To be accepted for who I am.
[Spock lifted up his spoon... and gingerly lifted up a small morsel of ice-cream to his lips.
The small Vulcan couldn't help but shiver as the coldness pressed against his mouth... but his expression changed...becoming almost lighter than it was before.]
This is... most satisfactory.
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[She smiles at his appreciation for the ice cream. Ara It was so cute and all she wanted to do was to squish that face between her hands.]
It is good, isn't it? Don't forget to drink your milk.
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Then, making a decision... he stands and takes his bowl, and sits himself right beside Robin.
He doesn't really hug, but this is as close as he would get for now.
He started eating the icecream once more.... silent, though his mind was a very happy place.]
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Is it good?
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Fondly.
Not that he would ever tell you that.
The young Vulcan nods, scooping more icecream into his mouth.]
The texture is most curious. Though the temperature is slightly uncomfortable, the taste more than makes up for it.
[Spock looks up at her... and gives her a small smile.
Yup, he likes you.]
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Where you're from?
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Though, perhaps it is my human half that tolerates this food well...
What about you? Have you always liked this 'ice-cream'?
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[it would make sense that physiology adapts to environmental changes, though it's not something she'd ever done research on. This was not the place to do it either...though perhaps it was something to keep an eye out for]
I have...though I had it only very rarely when I was young. Lately I prefer a kind of sorbet called mellorine. [she smiles at this private joke] Perhaps we can try some later.
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[Spock again blinks up at Robin with shy quality....
...he may or may not be smitten with you.]
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[and likewise. She pulls him a little closer and feathers her fingers through his hair] For now just enjoy this and don't worry. Everything will work out.
Wanna fade out? <3
Thank you...