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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[Spock is silent for a moment... He has done this before with Grune.]

Miss Grune, if you would look at your map you can direct yourself south east of the town square.
[The Vulcan hopes that was enough instruction. He may opt to walking himself and just going back for his Journal later.]

All right.

[Sloooooowly she gets out her map and casts a vague eye over it. Then she puts it away and resumes wandering, this time in approximately the right direction. It's not so much due to her map-reading skills as it is sheer random luck.

Good enough.]

Spock, are you feeling a little hungry right now?

[If he is, once she's rescued him, she should make sure to get him something nice to eat.]

[Spock was still a bit skeptical, but no less thankful to Miss Grune for doing this...
Hungry? The Vulcan had not really thought of it...

He could do with something to eat.]

Indeed, it would seem that I am.
[That statement was followed by a rather loud stomach growl.]

[She giggles.]

Then when you're back home safe and sound, I'll bring you lots of nice things to eat. Doesn't that sound good?

[Spock looks quite pleased...]

That sounds most satisfactory Miss Grune, I look forward to it.
Perhaps you have a certain dish in mind?

[Spock wouldn't mind if she kept talking... it passed the time.]

Hmm.... [She thinks about that a bit as she walks.]

Well, what's your favourite thing to eat?

My favourite dish is a Vulcan one called Plomeek Soup.... my mother used to make it quite often.

[Indeed, he has not had it since he was quite young, and replicators were only able to imitate it so much.]

What of yourself? Do you have a favourite?

Hmm.... I like lots of things. I wonder if I have a favourite.

[Probably not. That would entail having to value something more highly than something else, and Grune doesn't do a lot of that.]

It is not mandatory for you to have one preference over another... It was merely a passing curiosity.
May I inquire as to what you currently see so that I may determine how far away you are?
[Spock dearly hoped that she was not lost... But, he would come to find her..
..he wouldn't entirely mind leaving the journal behind.]

Hmm.... Let me take a little look.

[She pauses for a long moment. Then:]

I see some nice trees.

[And...?]

[Spock would have facepalmed if it wasn't so out of character for a Vulcan...
Instead, he merely exhales in a way that might imply slight frustration. Or hey, maybe he's only breathing, because Vulcan's aren't supposed to get frustrated, right?]

I see... Perhaps, Miss Grune, you could switch your journal to video and lift it so I can see what you are seeing?

[They aren't--but Surak himself would probably be sorely tried by Grune's memory problems. It's fine, Spock.]

All right. [She does just what he says. As she holds up her journal, Spock will no doubt be relieved to see that, by some miracle, Grune is actually going in the proper direction. Incredible.]

[Spock looks at what he's shown... and nods.
Getting up awkwardly... Spock looks disdainfully down at his journal which he cannot pick up...

....and then jogs awkwardly in Grune's direction.]

[And there shall be a reunion, and there shall be hugs (heads up, Spock), and eventually Spock's journal will be found.

Eventually.]

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

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