spohkh | 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:

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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[Grune stops--but only for a moment.]

Oh, yes. I'd love for you to come home with me. You can stay for as long as you want.

[But she still is going to take off her coat and hold it out for him.]

You can borrow this for a little while. It's all right.

[Spock blushes as he takes the coat and wraps it around himself...]

You... You have my thanks.
[Yup... looks like Spock would follow you anywhere Grune. Have fun with your new duckling.]

[She smiles down at him.]

Oh, you don't need to thank me. I'm glad I could do this for you.

[She smooths down his already smooth hair with clear affection. Good thing she likes ducklings.]

[Spock continues to blink at her and blush as she smooths down his hair. It's something his mother always used to do, despite his protests.

The young Vulcan ducks his head and shuffles his feet a bit...]
Are you finished here? Or do you require any assistance?

Hmm.... I don't think I need any help. Why don't we go someplace nice and warm?

[Like, say, her house.]

[Spock's lips twitched in a small smile, and lifted his hand for Grune to take.

He wanted the pretty lady to lead him of course~]

[She immediately threads her fingers through his, and off they go!]

Would you like something to eat when we get home?

[Spock follows along...]

Yes, I am amenable to that suggestion.... You cook?

Yes, that's right. It's a lot of fun!

Do you cook?

[Grune, he's probably a little young for that.]

[Spock shakes his head in the negative...]

I do not. It is fun to cook? [Spock is dubious.... what is this 'fun'?]

Oh, yes, it's a lot of fun! You can make all kinds of delicious things when you cook, and it's even more fun when you cook with a friend!

[Spock smiles up at Grune...

Indeed, Grune was taluhk...

...precious. Vulcans did not view friendships the same as other races. The emotions behind the concept of 'friends' were rejected in favour of logic.
For Spock... it was always frustrating, because he was not allowed the relationships he desired...and forced himself to be content with the Vulcan way of life while attempting to completely ignore the fact that he was indeed half-human.]

Indeed.

[Some part of Spock wishes he could stay a child... but there was a small part of him that knew this wasn't real... and his 'wishes' were illogical... No matter. He would enjoy this time that he had.

Perhaps it was a gift, rather than a psychological punishment doled out by the Malnosso...]
My mother enjoyed baking cookies.

Oh, did she? [She doesn't pick up the implications of that past tense. Probably it's for the best.]

What kinds of cookies did she make?

Hmmm....

[Spock had to think about that...]
I believe the human equivalent was 'oatmeal raisin'... I was quite fond of them. [Does Spock believe his mother is still alive? He's not sure actually... his memories are quite clouded. But he knows... somehow... not to ask for her.]

Then why don't we make that kind? Maybe we could look for your mother's recipe, too.

[That way he could have a little taste of home.]

I.... I would like that very much Miss Grune.

[Honestly? Spock would follow you anywhere by this point.]

All right! And maybe we could do other nice things together later on, too.

[This is going to be so much fun!]

Personal Log #10 - [Action/Accidental Video] A return to innocence...

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Re: [Action] 6-6 omg, so cute! XD

[Action] I LOVE BITTY SPOCK

[Action] NOT AS MUCH AS I LOVE GRUNE! XDDD hehehe

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Re: [Action] fffffff my job is the worst and I am the slowest.

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<3!

Wanna fade out?

Sounds like a plan. This was adorable! <3