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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_{[ Kirk's heart lept into his throat when he heard that voice, his mind searing as the link grew more active with Spock's true presence in Luceti again. He had been jogging in his usual exercise pattern, but he stumbled and turned, looking this way and that as he brought out the journal. ]}

Spock! Spock you stupid elf, where have you been? Where are you?

[Spock breathed a small sigh of relief at hearing his Captain's voice respond.]

I believe I am in the forest north east of the village square. Captain, my sense of time is off... how long have I been gone?

[ Twilight's response is immediate. ]

Spock?! Are you okay?

I am. What kind of help do you need?

[She hopes his vision isn't impaired again, but will help him home if that's the case.]

[Spock tilts his head... he recognizes that voice.]

Miss Konan. It would seem that I am without the use of my hands.

[Spock hesitates... he really doesn't like asking for help for something so simple.]

I... cannot pick up my journal.

Miss Twilight. I am relatively well... however I am without the use of my hands.
I... cannot pick up my journal.
[Spock is embarrassed... it's something so simple and he can't do it.]

...What kind of assistance?

[Spock helped him after his last kidnapping. It wouldn't be right not to do the same.]

Edited 2013-07-08 02:23 (UTC)

Um.. over a month, I think. I don't have a calendar in front of me. Look, I'm coming for you. Are you hurt?

_{[ He figured he was at least weak from whatever had been done to him,
so regardless of if he was physically unhurt, he was going to help. ]}

I see...

[Over a month? That was the longest yet. Spock hesitates at the next question.]

I am without the use of my hands Captain. [Frustration was evident in his voice.]

What?

_{[ That brings him up short for a second before he's off running again,
aiming in the direction Spock had said and feeling out the link for a
better idea, though it was raw and hard to use after so long without use.
]}

Okay, define 'without use' for me.

[Spock took a moment to place the voice...Ah, of course.]

Mister Crona... I seem to be without the use of my hands. I cannot pick up my journal...

[Truly, this was embarrassing.]

Not dead yet, I see. Disappointing. [though she's smiling fondly. It's good to see you again] Do you need a hand?

[and one blossoms out of the nearby ground to pull at his sleeve]

But you're using it.

[It doesn't hit him how easy it is to use the journals. Nope.]

...Do you want some help?

[Spock found himself looking fondly back at Robin.]

Miss Robin... I do indeed 'need a hand' as I find myself without the use of my own. A 'gift' from the Malnosso as it were.

Indeed I am... I was able to place it on my lap where it opened on its own.
I would be most gratified if you assisted me...

[Spock hesitated..]

How are you?
[Every time they saw each other, something was always terribly wrong.]

I shall be your hands then. [you might feel fingers playfully pinching your butt. Or it could be a poisonous scorpion] How are your other extremities?

I have lost all dexterity in my fingers, they refuse to move along with my wrists. A rather...

...inconvenient gift from the Malnosso it seems.
[Spock hesitates...]

Captain... I...

...apologise for having left you for so long.

[Spock jumped, causing the journal to land on the ground once more. The Vulcan was not impressed.]

Miss Robin, I would ask that you refrain from pinching my gluteus at this time.
[Have a growly Vulcan. However, he does stand, lacking his usual grace.]
My other extremities are functioning well, thank you.

[Spock looks disdainfully down at his journal... then at his hands...]
Could you..?

Where are you? [Please don't say the woods. He'll have to freak people out by how he flies..]

...I'm okay.

I am in the forest... I believe north east of town center.
[Sorry Crona, he's in the woods. But don't worry, it's pretty hard to freak out a Vulcan.]

Fine is a relative term that has various definitions... all of which seem rather inadequate. You will have to be more specific.

Can you...be somewhere I can see from above? [He actually hasn't told anyone he could fly yet. Mostly because his 'wings' are made of black blood.]

That's all I know to say...I've just been staying inside a lot, so nothing has happened.

Very well, I'll settle for pinching them later.

[hands sprout out of either side of the open journal and reach up.]

If you can reach for me I'll hold on to you.

You can placate me later, just help me find you right now. Kick something or whistle, I don't know.

_{[ He was making his way noisily through the woods, hoping Spock would
hear him coming and would indeed cry out. ]}

[Spock tilts his head in curiosity... wondering what on earth Robin is going to do to him. Ka'adith.
Spock reaches forward and nudges one of her hands with his closed fist.]

[Spock quirks an eyebrow... ]

Very well...
[Spock starts to whistle... That's not something he does very often, but he can do it adequately. In the distance he can hear his Captain making his way through the woods.

...it is a very welcome sound.]

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