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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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[ She's at her house at the moment, but it only takes her a couple of minutes to leave, take flight, and find Spock in the woods. Soon enough she's soaring down to meet him. ]
Spock! It's been a while! [ She gallops forward to hug him around the legs. ]
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He had yet to see this side of her.]
Indeed it has. It is good to see you Miss Sparkle. [Spock kind of flounders awkwardly with his fists, not sure how to reciprocate the hug.]
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And once again, my magic doesn't seem to work against the Malnosso. Sorry, Spock. [ She levitates his things alongside him. ]
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[Spock gives the purple pony a small smile.]
There is one way you can help me... As you can see, I am unable to transport my journal with my hands immobile. Would you be amenable to carrying it to my place of residence?
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Hmm. I might be able to devise something so that you can operate it with your fists.
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[Spock was curious... and quite pleased that he wasn't alone anymore.]
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[Spock starts to walk in the direction of his house.]
Have I missed anything 'exciting'?
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[ Twilight thinks. ] How long have you been gone? [ She feels like this is something she should know, but sometimes she just gets really caught up in the library. ]
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Approximately six weeks. A rather extensive time period. I do not know why they decided to keep me for that length of time.
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