Personal Log #18 - [Action - All Day]

[spohkh]

The Dome:

[One of the simulator doors is wide open for anyone to see inside, and for the most part, the room is empty... except for a tv, and a large couch; the back of which is facing the door. For anyone who knows the Vulcan well, they'll recognize the cap of neat, black hair sticking above the back of the couch. What will seem odd though are the sounds coming from the room...

...sounds, for those who would recognize them, that resemble something like video games from the mid eighties to early nineties.

If anyone dares to venture into the room and walks around the couch, they'll see the floor littered with games for the various consoles set up by the tv. Currently, Spock is engrossed with Super Mario Bros for the SNES, his eyebrows and mouth fixated in a scary looking frown as he navigates through the levels.]



[ooc: Spock has been gone for just about two weeks, and is now suffering under a inconvenient effect: he's addicted to video games. For those who would like to jump in on this, there are extra controllers. *hint hint*
Also, it's good to be back~ /hugs everyone/]

Comments

[spohkh]

It is not a simulation, but rather a video game. You can control the characters on the screen using this. [Spock holds up said controller for example.]

It is for recreational purposes only.
[Spock hesitates...] For fun.

[If you knew the Vulcan, you knew that he wasn't being himself.] Would you like to play a game?

[borntorebel]

A game? [She's never seen a game like this before. And she never would have taken the man as the type to play games like this. He'd struck her as a semi-serious persin the time they'd met.

With a slightly dazed and confused look, Leia takes the controller and sits down next to him.]

What sort of game is this?

[spohkh]

It is a simple game, called 'Super Mario Bros.'

[He shows her the basic controls.] You will be playing the character in green. His name is Luigi. Try pressing those buttons.

[The Vulcan talks as though everything going on right now is completely normal.]

[borntorebel]

[Leia pays extra attention while Spock shows her how to control the figure he indicates is her avatar. It isn't exactly easy for her, but she's not the type to give up so soon. After a few experimental moments, she catches on, showing some aptitude and good reflexes.

Still, she's not sure about the actual entertainment value it offers.]

Do you enjoy these kinds of things often?

[spohkh]

On the contrary, today is the first time I have ever encountered these games. As to whether they are any 'fun' has yet to be proven...

...though they do present an engaging challenge.
[That was Spock saying 'yes, I am having fun, thank you for asking.]


[Spock starts up a new level, going first so as to show Leia what to do. Mario runs and jumps through several levels before he is finally defeated by an wandering goomba.]

[borntorebel]

[While she doesn't speak "Spock", she does speak "politician" and "cocky flyboy" after all her time with Han and Luke. So, it's not much more to mash the two together and translate Spock into regular person language.

She watches the red-clad avatar that Spock controls as it moves across the screen, paying attention to the obstacles and how they are avoided. Until it is attacked by what appears to be a walking mushroom. With a slight smile, she attempts to clear the level herself with "Luigi". She gets to about the same area as he did before she is attacked by a large bullet with a face on it.]

Where did that come from?

[spohkh]

From an area off-screen. You can predict its presence by a sound that precedes it.

[Spock becomes quite engrossed with the game, letting silence settle between them. But his curious nature can only hold out so long.]

I am curious, have you made a habit of holding others by phaser-point? Or has the situation changed for you?
[Congratulations Leia, you have just been exposed to Spock's abhorrent sense of humour.]

[borntorebel]

[She is just as engrossed, listening for the sound that she missed before. And it goes off.]

Well, I'm not likely to forget that sound now.

[It's muttered under her breath as she continues to watch him, realizing the entertainment value of such exercises. It's nice to not have to think about the outside world for a bit, but she finds more enjoyment in a well written book.

His question stops her train of thought and she turns to look at him instead of the screen.]

I recently held my future husband at blaster point but he deserved it.

[spohkh]

[Spock turns to blink at her.
Oh, she was being serious.]

May I inquire as to who he is? And did he take it well?

[borntorebel]

[Of course she's serious. She doesn't joke about blaster-point.]

His name is Han Solo. And he's used to it by now. I'm hardly the first person to pull a weapon out on him nor will I be the last.

[spohkh]

Though the question remains, why did he deserve to have a blaster pointed at him?

[borntorebel]

He kidnapped me. The details are personal. Suffice it to say that he still lives.

[spohkh]

[Spock blinks... his face one of concentration as he tries to connect the dots.]

And this made you want to marry him?
[Yeah, the Vulcan is confused.]

[borntorebel]

[Join the club. Leia's still not sure why she didn't shoot Han herself.]

Evidently, there are extenuating circumstances, but I've been far too angry to ask what they are.

[spohkh]

There is a curious saying that states 'opposites attract', perhaps that is true in your case.

[And probably his, but he wasn't going to say anything about that, certainly.]

[borntorebel]

[Leia laughs softly under her breath at that.]

Despite our surface differences, Han and I are...compatible. Most of the time.

[Now that they've gotten over the sexual tension and her brother out of the way.]

He simply forgets to think certain things through.

[You know, pissing off notorious gangsters and kidnapping your girlfriend so she doesn't marry someone else. Just a few examples of bad decision-making.]

[spohkh]

[Spock couldn't help making the connections in his head, a small smile playing on his lips.]

He reminds me of Captain Kirk.

[borntorebel]

I've never met Mr Kirk, but my brother's told me a little about him.

[She gives the Vulcan a smile of her own, a little surprised at how relaxed she is doing nothing with a virtual stranger.]

He and Han do sound an awful amount alike though. I bet they'd grt along famously.

[spohkh]

Or hate each other immensely.

[Spock has met Leia once, it was enough to read her character, and he trusts her enough to 'relax'.]

May I ask about the welfare of your brother? I have not seen him in quite some time.

[borntorebel]

Yes, that is the other side to that coin, sadly. Let's hope it's the former and not the latter though. I could use less drama in my life right now.

[Honestly, she's hardly surprised that Spock knows Luke. It just...makes sense.]

He's...okay. Well, he will be. Once things calm down again.

[spohkh]

[Spock always referred to his 'noseiness' as curiosity, since it made it seem more logical.]

May I inquire as to what happened? He is a friend of mine, and he has been through so much already.

[borntorebel]

[She debates with herself on how to answer Spock for a long, tense minute. While their lives had a few intensely public moments, Luke preferred his privacy. Leia knew that she really didn't have that luxury between being princess, senator, and rebellion leader. Her actions were always being scrutinized by someone.

She doesn't feel comfortable sharing information about Luke without his express permission.]

There are a lot of personal things going on in our household right now. It's to be expected with so many strong personalities under one roof.

[spohkh]

I can imagine. I also can imagine how difficult it must be to live with a father you never knew...
[Time-line snafus were Spock's specialty by now.]

[borntorebel]

[She grimaces at the offhanded mention of Anakin. That is a topic she avoids even at the best of times.]

Yes. It is...not easy.

[spohkh]

You have my sympathies, also my apologies, I will pry no further. [Spock stares at the screen, not impressed at the flashing 'game over'.]

Miss Leia, I have a request.