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Personal Log #13 - Return [Video/Action]
[As the lights from the transporter beam dissipates, the Vulcan sways as he takes in the rather unexpected surroundings. There was one obvious conclusion:
This was not the Enterprise.
The Vulcan's mind buzzes with questions: Where was he? Where was Khan? Did he escape? Did the transporter malfunction? Did Nyota make it back to the Enterprise? The whole fight with the war criminal Khan seemed like a dream, an emotionally hazy, anger filled dream. Memories he didn't have for a whole year came flooding back, and he knew, he knew where he was now. This wasn't a trick of the mind, he was really back in this place.
Luceti...
An entire year later and he was brought back again at the most ill-conceived time. His Captain... his friend was dead and Khan's blood could supposedly bring him back to life? Certainly he had believed Nyota's words, but there was no concrete evidence given to him, and now he'll never know.
Spock looked around in quiet desperation, his brows furrowed with a rare vulnerability showing on his face. He shifted his back... yes, of course, there were the wings, sensitive as he remembered from his first days here in this infuriating place. The journal, his name embossed in gold gleamed in the sunlight, as if mocking him... but that was illogical. Bending at the waist, Spock picked up the journal, allowing its weight in his hand to remind him of the reality of the situation.
Green blood splattered on the journal as he opened it, he needed to see who was still here. The Vulcan breathed, wiping the strange coloured blood from the side of his mouth... and then opened his mouth to speak.]
Greetings residents of Luceti, I am Spock. I have been gone for approximately eleven point three months, however, considering the paradox of time that Luceti resides in, I do not know how long I have actually been away from here. If there is anyone still here that I know, information would be appreciated.
[Spock pauses to wipe more blood from his mouth.] I also require medical assistance.
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[Spock finds his way to the clinic so that his injuries can be seen to. Later, he can be found at the Dome, reorienting himself to Luceti and making sure his program files are still there, although he's only been gone a few days. In the evening Spock can be found around House #2, sitting on the porch with his Lyre, tired but amenable to talk.]
[ooc: Spock's been out of Luceti for just over two days, but if you've seen the movie Star Trek: Into Darkness, you'll know that Spock has been gone for about a year. The moment he's brought into Luceti is just as he is beamed back onto the ship after beating the crap out of Khan with Uhura's assistance. So have a beaten up Vulcan who's worried about his dead Captain. Cheers~]
This was not the Enterprise.
The Vulcan's mind buzzes with questions: Where was he? Where was Khan? Did he escape? Did the transporter malfunction? Did Nyota make it back to the Enterprise? The whole fight with the war criminal Khan seemed like a dream, an emotionally hazy, anger filled dream. Memories he didn't have for a whole year came flooding back, and he knew, he knew where he was now. This wasn't a trick of the mind, he was really back in this place.
Luceti...
An entire year later and he was brought back again at the most ill-conceived time. His Captain... his friend was dead and Khan's blood could supposedly bring him back to life? Certainly he had believed Nyota's words, but there was no concrete evidence given to him, and now he'll never know.
Spock looked around in quiet desperation, his brows furrowed with a rare vulnerability showing on his face. He shifted his back... yes, of course, there were the wings, sensitive as he remembered from his first days here in this infuriating place. The journal, his name embossed in gold gleamed in the sunlight, as if mocking him... but that was illogical. Bending at the waist, Spock picked up the journal, allowing its weight in his hand to remind him of the reality of the situation.
Green blood splattered on the journal as he opened it, he needed to see who was still here. The Vulcan breathed, wiping the strange coloured blood from the side of his mouth... and then opened his mouth to speak.]
Greetings residents of Luceti, I am Spock. I have been gone for approximately eleven point three months, however, considering the paradox of time that Luceti resides in, I do not know how long I have actually been away from here. If there is anyone still here that I know, information would be appreciated.
[Spock pauses to wipe more blood from his mouth.] I also require medical assistance.
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[Spock finds his way to the clinic so that his injuries can be seen to. Later, he can be found at the Dome, reorienting himself to Luceti and making sure his program files are still there, although he's only been gone a few days. In the evening Spock can be found around House #2, sitting on the porch with his Lyre, tired but amenable to talk.]
[ooc: Spock's been out of Luceti for just over two days, but if you've seen the movie Star Trek: Into Darkness, you'll know that Spock has been gone for about a year. The moment he's brought into Luceti is just as he is beamed back onto the ship after beating the crap out of Khan with Uhura's assistance. So have a beaten up Vulcan who's worried about his dead Captain. Cheers~]
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[No... it certainly hadn't been a year. Eley would have noticed if he had been gone for that long. He might be a little absent-minded sometimes, but he wouldn't forget a friend for an entire year without saying something about it.]
Then... are you saying that you returned to your world and have now been brought back?
[Eley recalled that people were supposed to forget about Luceti when they returned home. He could see how jarring it would be to suddenly be brought back here... though naturally a lot must have happened in a year. The state the Vulcan had arrived in gives Eley rise for concern.]
I am sorry that I could not tend to you sooner. Are you all right?
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[Spock stops plucking at the strings, and puts down the lyre... giving his complete attention to Eley.]
Apologies are unnecessary Eleytheria, but I cannot say that I am well. Today has been... stressful. [Understatement of the century. He doesn't know if he preferred today, or the day that Vulcan imploded.]
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This was one of those situations where the Spirit wasn't sure if he should pry too much or not. He didn't want to stir up bad memories, but he did want to try and understand Spock's mood, and if he could then he wanted to help with that.]
I will not force you to speak but... if you would like to talk about it then I am here. If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know.
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[So does this mean that Spock wants to stay in Luceti where Jim was? He was inclined not to be anywhere where Jim was not.]
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It certainly reminded Eley that sometimes being here wasn't always a bad thing. Then again, it could also be perceived as unnecessarily cruel.]
I am... very sorry to hear that. I cannot imagine how you must feel.
[No really. How does someone feel in such a frustrating situation?]
You were injured when you arrived here, yes? I assume that you have been tended to and that you do not require any more assistance in that regard.
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[Spock would have scoffed if he was more human, as it was he looked at his hands.]
Not matter what I feel it does not change this... unknowing. And while I am inclined to follow logic, it is... difficult to do so. [If anything, Spock wants to kick and scream... to somehow leak off this poison that's infected his emotions.]
You are here now, that is what matters.
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...then again, I understand that this is a fundamental part of who you are and so it would be difficult for you, yes? I would not want you to feel ashamed.
[It was one thing for Eley to fail to understand emotions and to be unsure about what to do with them, but for someone raised to control them, this was a different and more challenging situation altogether.]
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Humans often embrace each other in what is known as a 'hug' when they are under emotional duress. Perhaps participation in this human action will alleviate my stress.... [Spock then awkwardly holds out his arms, hoping that Eley gets the point.]
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This was different though and it was true that it might help him. If he was willing to try then Eley was willing to give him what he wanted. So he stood himself now and embraced the Vulcan gently.]
...how do you feel?
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....but why did he want to cry? His hands tightened around Eley's middle... but was unable to say anything.]