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Personal Log #11 - Dazed and Confused [Voice/Action]
[Spock opened his eyes and held in the groan at the familiar sight of Luceti's forest. It took a moment for the Vulcan to organize his thoughts and realize what had happened...
Ah yes... He had been kidnapped once again.
Spock sat up, wary of the lingering effects from his visit with the Malnosso... and looked around for his Journal. Predictably it was laying innocently by his side... illogically he had hoped that it might have been lost. No matter.
Spock reached for it and stopped... realizing that something was wrong with his hand. It was... frozen. His long fingers stuck together, hand in the shape of a loose fist and refusing to move. The Vulcan's eyes widened in surprise as he checked his other hand, finding the exact same thing. What was he going to do? He could barely pick up the journal let alone use it properly.
The Vulcan fumbled with the journal, finally getting it to flop open on in his lap... ]
Greetings. I have been returned from my... visit... with the Malnosso. I require assistance. Is anyone there?
[Action]: Spock can be found in the woods without the use of his hands. He's going to need a lot of help, and Spock's not going to like it.
You can also catch him walking towards his place with his journal held awkwardly between his fists. Approach him if you dare.]
[OOC: When I originally went on Hiatus, I said that Spock was going to be on autopilot, however, I've needed to be away longer than originally planned. It was advised to me that I have Spock mallynapped to excuse him from not knowing everything that's gone down. Apparently I've missed wings... this upsets me greatly. XD]
Ah yes... He had been kidnapped once again.
Spock sat up, wary of the lingering effects from his visit with the Malnosso... and looked around for his Journal. Predictably it was laying innocently by his side... illogically he had hoped that it might have been lost. No matter.
Spock reached for it and stopped... realizing that something was wrong with his hand. It was... frozen. His long fingers stuck together, hand in the shape of a loose fist and refusing to move. The Vulcan's eyes widened in surprise as he checked his other hand, finding the exact same thing. What was he going to do? He could barely pick up the journal let alone use it properly.
The Vulcan fumbled with the journal, finally getting it to flop open on in his lap... ]
Greetings. I have been returned from my... visit... with the Malnosso. I require assistance. Is anyone there?
[Action]: Spock can be found in the woods without the use of his hands. He's going to need a lot of help, and Spock's not going to like it.
You can also catch him walking towards his place with his journal held awkwardly between his fists. Approach him if you dare.]
[OOC: When I originally went on Hiatus, I said that Spock was going to be on autopilot, however, I've needed to be away longer than originally planned. It was advised to me that I have Spock mallynapped to excuse him from not knowing everything that's gone down. Apparently I've missed wings... this upsets me greatly. XD]
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Fascinating... I am uncertain if I should take that as an insult or compliment.
[Dry humour Vulcan joke....bear with it.
Spock turns to Crona.]
However, I thank you.
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[It's okay, Spock's still only just getting the hang of jokes...]
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To be 'human' in this sense would be to give in to emotion... the antithesis of the Vulcan way of life.
However... my mother was human, making me the first ever Human-Vulcan hybrid. Therefore my penchant for expressing emotion is a more frequent occurrence in comparison with other Vulcans.
[Action]
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It is my hope that you can find peace in your own situation.
[Spock looks up as houses start appearing through the trees.]
You need only ask for help Mister Crona. I know of others that would be glad to add you to their social circle.
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[Spock doesn't look quite convinced... but there conversation is cut to a close as Spock's house comes into view...]
Would you be amenable to taking my journal inside... I have reason to believe that I will have difficulty in operating the door.
[Action]
Oh, yes. [Though he'll open the door for Spock first before he actually goes in.]
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He nods towards a table.]
If you would place the journal there?
Mister Crona... if you find yourself alone and perhaps wishing to be around others, please know that you are welcome at this home at any time. I would be gratified by your company.