spohkh | 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]

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It's not an issue at all, Mr. Spock. My experience as a diplomat may not have much meaning here professionally, but... socially it is still important and you haven't exactly had the easiest time. Especially since your return.

[ In all honesty, Marita doesn't mind. She cares for people and humanity itself, even if they are from other worlds or dimensions, and knows the effects of experimentation. It would be hard for her not to attempt to understand his plight. ]

[Spock considers her words for a moment... and hums.]

I have always found Terran communication rather fascinating... Mainly because of how much you can determine by how a human listens or gives advice.

It is my understanding that those who can most easily relate are those who have experienced something similar.
Am I correct?
[A question within a question. Spock knows something happened to you.]

[ Despite her usual subtlety and being able to hide most of her own emotions, Marita easily recognizes that Spock is a smart man. He is much different and much more attentive than those like her who surround her. Mulder does not ask her of what's happened in the time wedged between them out of professionalism. Krycek had no issue leaving her for dead, but the Cancer Man saw something in her that he felt needed to be preserved. Even after what he did to her.

She knows that eventually, she cannot burrow it forever, but it's easier to close herself off than trust someone will not throw her to the wolves. Or rather, easier to not make the same mistake twice. ]

You are. Communication is usually based on a great deal of understanding and viewing the other person's word objectively to gain this understanding, but...

[ Her fingers twist together in her lap. She is still fueled by paranoia that she can easily be picked off by something much higher up than her — one that is not alien or a deity, but human. ]

Sharing certain experiences is one that creates a certain bond, as well. It's why support groups and communities exist in the first place.

Ah yes... To seek support from others is a rather... foreign concept to me, and Vulcans in general.
The bonds that we share with our families act as a form of support, but without them, we are utterly alone.

[Indeed, Vulcan society was.. quiet. The very idea of sharing your thoughts and trouble with others was unheard of.]

To create a bond with someone by sharing experiences is.. novel.
[Spock is quiet for a moment...]

If you require support... I will make myself available. [It was a sincere offer...]

There are many humans on Earth who feel the same way. Society doesn't exactly help in encouraging others to be open with their problems, lest they be deemed as 'weak.' [ But, Marita is a diplomat, and she cares deeply for a world that isn't based on secrets — even though she avoids telling her own — or shady transactions. ] When in reality, it is as you said, without support we are alone. Humanity... any beings in a community, as a whole holds a certain strength.

[ She sits in her own silence, looking downward at nothing in particular and mulling over Spock's offer. It's a kind gesture, one she's learned not to expect from rat bastards and government officials, but something her own career was once based on. Syndicates are not strength, communities are, and as it is, they are all trapped here subjects to experiments. ]

Thank you, Mr. Spock. I may take you up on that offer. [ A pause. ] Not now, but... some time.

[Spock knew that there was something.. something that Marita had lived through that was life-changing.
To deal with such a catastophically defining moment alone meant that there was no one else there.

It was interesting to think that Marita and Spock had perhaps a few things in common. Who could you go to if no one really understood? It was like being alone in a sense.

Spock pondered this for only a moment, his opinion of the woman having permanently changed. She was so much more..]

Hopefully, I will be here when you are ready. I must admit that my one concern revolves around memory, and the fact that we do not have one of Luceti when we return home.
Whatever benefit you or I will have received here will be lost... for nothing. However, I will encourage you to also think of the one person back home that you can confide in. Perhaps when you return, you will be more inclined to speak to that one person.

I wouldn't say that forgetting the memories of Luceti would be entirely futile when we return home... we may not remember them, but that doesn't mean they never existed. [ She pauses for a moment. ] There is always the chance that we may remember them eventually... if this is a simulation of some sort.

[ Marita does not touch on that last part though, because the one person she can speak to about it is the one who placed it upon her in the first place. Simultaneously considered a traitor and worthy of being saved from For Marlene in the experiments in the span of a few years by the Cancer Man who no longer has a hold on her. Confiding in Alex Krycek, on the other hand, would be a laughable joke.

She supposes that it's not much different here either. ] But... rest assure Mr. Spock, neither of out efforts will not amount to nothing.

[The fact that Marita has this much hope... gives him hope, and nearly a smile on his face.]

Your logic is sound Miss Covarrubias.
Perhaps you would be amenable to meeting in person in the near future?

Thank you and that would be wonderful. [ She certainly doesn't mind Spock's company, even if he is considered fictional to some, she certainly doesn't believe so. ] Perhaps when you recover, we can figure something out?

Of course.
Peace and long life to you Miss Covarrubias, until next we meet.
[Spock finds that he is looking forward to her company... ]

Personal Log #11 - Dazed and Confused [Voice/Action]

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Thanks m'dear! That was fun! ^_^