spohkh | Personal Log #12 - Planning [Video]

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Personal Log #12 - Planning [Video]

[Spock fiddles with the journal for a moment, making certain that the message is broadcast to everyone but Nico Robin.]

Greetings and salutations everyone. It is my hope that everyone has recovered from the latest Malnosso experiment, as from what I heard from others, I do not envy your experiences.
At this time, I find myself with a request for those of you who are familiar with Miss Nico Robin. It has come to my attention that due to recent events, Miss Robin's emotional disposition has greatly suffered, and it is my wish to see it improved. From what I understand of various cultural habits, it is common to utilize various festive activities to improve emotional morale. These activities should consist of conditions that are agreeable to Miss Robin, so if there is anyone who is aware of what Miss Robin enjoys, please inform me as soon as you can.
I am asking for assistance in planning this gathering... I believe the proper term is 'party'? Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated, as well as refraining from telling Miss Robin about this.
The time and location for this gathering will soon be disclosed.

[Spock lifts his hand in a Ta'al.]
Peace and long life.

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It's a pleasure to meet you to, ah, Mister...?

[He hasn't given her his name yet, but she's eager to help without a name anyway.]

I haven't been surprised with a party, no... [Surprised by other things, yes, but parties no.] But I suppose if someone were going to surprise me with a party, I would feel terrible if I had made plans for the day. So I guess the first step would be to make sure that whatever day you pick for the party, she doesn't have anything else to do.

Spock. And that is a valid point, I will have to consult with her discreetly. Unless... do you believe a 'surprise' party would be appreciated? Would you rather be told about it?

[Spock's beginning to second guess himself. Why did he have to go and try to be human in this regard.... it's difficult.]

I think it would be fun! But I've never actually had a party for myself before, so it might be the newness of it that I find exciting.

Does she have a lot of friends or like being social? I think most people who like socializing like any excuse to be around people. And if she's your friend, she'll be glad you thought of her. I'm always glad when my friends think of me, especially during a distressing time.

[Spock started getting a guilty feeling in his stomach... This was personal information about Robin, and whether or not he knew it, he should not be imparting it to strangers.

Curious...]

You have never had a party? That is rather.. interesting as most humans I know participate regularly in them.

Yes, that's true. Ah, most humans do. [Spock's strange way of talking about parties is explained: not-human. Elizabeth has to marvel a bit though because he really LOOKS human. ~~Fascinating.~~]

However I didn't have a life like most people. I was kept in a tower until I was twenty. ...I suppose that makes my opinion on something like this a little useless.

[Spock tilted his head.]

You were kept in a tower? May I inquire as to why?

[Because... why? Did she stay there willingly? Was she a prisoner? Maybe he shouldn't be asking these question, but he was always curious.]

In the beginning, it was because I was born with an ability I couldn't control.

But then no one taught me how to control it, and I was kept there because they were afraid of me. And I grew older, and stronger, and they knew it would only be a matter of time before I couldn't be contained anymore.

...fear was a great motivator, in short.

You were imprisoned.

[Not really a question.]

Do you still have access to this ability since entering Luceti? [Because Spock was forever collecting this information. It was important, and part of a very long timeline of events that would hopefully someday give him the answers to this place.]

Not to the same capacity that I'm used to. I used to be able to materialize entire architectural elements. But now I'm lucky if I can bring a cup of coffee in where a cup of tea used to be.

[Her automatic assumption is that Spock is asking about what everyone asks about: can you open a tear and send me home?]

[Spock's smart, he knows you've already tried.]

If you are amenable, I would very much appreciate a demonstration. [Because new learning experience. Spock is all over that.]

... of course, I don't mind. It isn't as though it hurts. [Honestly, she's a little surprised Spock wants to see it at all. This far, Gai was the only one who hadn't been afraid of what she could do. Booker had said, point blank, that he was afraid of her. ]

In person, I assume?

You assume correctly.

[Spock hesitates... Since he needs to get away from this situation for now, he may as well make the suggestion.]

What are your current plans? Could we meet now?

I'm not doing anything at the moment, where can I meet you?

Will the Dome be sufficient? It will allow us privacy.

[That and he could take readings of this phenomenon.]

I would like the privacy, yes. Not that I keep this a secret, but it can be a little disconcerting to see unannounced.

But if we're going there, can you bring one of your shirts? Just pick one, it doesn't matter which.

[Yup, his curiosity is definitely piqued now.]

Of course. I will meet you at the front entrance to the Dome momentarily.

[Spock cuts off the connection and grabs one of his blue uniform shirts.
Putting on a long black coat and scarf to battle against the settling cold, the Vulcan heads out the door and makes his way towards the Dome. It isn't long before he is standing stoically, waiting for Miss Elizabeth.]

[Elizabeth arrives in short order, though she's only in a light sweater--the cold feels more like what she's used to, truth be told.]

[After spotting Spock, Elizabeth hesitates for a moment to be certain she has the right person before just walking up to a stranger. But he's holding what looks like a shirt, and he does look a little stiff. Smiling, she approaches him.]

Mr. Spock?

[Spock inclines his head.]

Miss Elizabeth. It is well to see you in person.
[He opens the door for her, and gestures her inside.]

We may use Room 2 at this time.

Good to see you in person too. Ah, thank you. [She smiles and walks through to Room 2. A little stiff, but polite--which is certainly appreciated after some of the trials she's dealt with in the past few weeks.]

[Elizabeth stands in the middle of the room--it's a little strange to see it without any simulation happening.]

[A blank... greyish room for all to behold. But, to make things more approachable, the Vulcan presses a few buttons on the panel, and they are suddenly standing in a wide, grassy area. The sky is blue, and it looks as if there's no end in sight.

The Vulcan walks over to her, his shirt slung over his arm.]

Is this adequate space?

[Elizabeth jumps a little at the sudden expanse of sky and grass, but she's clearly in awe of it--she's never been in a field so sprawling.]

Oh! Yes, this is plenty of space. Something like this doesn't need much space to begin with. [She holds out her hand for the shirt.] May I?

[Spock hands her the shirt.... but notices a thimble on her pinkie. Curious.]

That is a curious decoration you wear on your hand. Does it mean something significant to you?

[Elizabeth takes the shirt, pausing briefly in surprise at Spock's question. Well, it was a fairly normal question for anyone--no one had really mentioned it before, though.]

I suppose so. I was born with only half of this finger. [She worries the thimble out of habit.] It isn't really pretty to look at, so I cover it with this.

[Spock's brow furrows in thought. That's quite a specific genetic mutation. The likelihood of something that specific is quite slim and very rare.
It was more probable that something altered her form after birth.

No matter.]

Pretty? I never truly understood this concept wishing to hide was is simply apart of your person. The concept is very... human.

[Elizabeth takes a moment to stare, bemused, at Spock for a moment. Then she allows herself to laugh--lightly, not derisively.]

Well I am human, so I guess it makes perfect sense for me to do it. [And seeing as they're pointing physical things about themselves out...] But you're not human, are you? [She smiles, maybe looking a little too thrilled by it, and makes a little hook motion around the shell of her ear to indicate Spock's.]

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