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[overanalytically]

WHO: Spock + YOU
WHERE: various
WHEN: throughout June
WHAT: catch-all with general starters, open to all
WARNINGS: none, but will edit as/if they come up

A. Shopping district at _______
[ Spock has been visiting several stores lately throughout the various cities, De Chima, Heropa, etc. attempting to find parts suitable for building some tech that's wholly accesable back at his home reality but is rather painfully absent here in this reality.

Mainly frequenting electronics and construction businesses, he's just coming out of one such store when the door momentarily blocks his line of sight, causing him to bump into [you]. The items he's holding threaten to tip out of his arms, but with some semi-awkward maneuvering where he avoids bumping into more (or the same) innocent bystanders, he manages to save his purchases before the land on the ground. ]

My apologies, [ he intones once his items are stable, his diction formal-sounding. Probably the odder thing about him than his manner of speech is his appearance: layers of long-sleeved dark clothing even in this summer heat, slanted eyebrows under bowl-cut bangs, and elf-like pointed ears. And if you're looking really closely, his skin has a light green tinge to it. ]


B. De Chima / near DC#3
[ In the public park near the De Chima government housing, Spock has set himself up in an area slightly off the beaten paths in order to practice with his cryokinesis. Anyone passing by will get to see he fruits of his labor: various objects (some plants and other organic matter from the park, some electronic pieces from the mess that is the DC#3 common room, bowls of liquids that look to be of differing consistency, etc. ) are now covered in ice. There are a couple different piles, the farthest pile already halfway thawed out in the Virginia summer heat.

He looks to be concentrating as he picks up the next object, but the sounds of someone approaching cause him to turn his gaze towards [you]. ]

Greetings.


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If none of the above suit you, feel free to make your own top-level or hit me up on plurk (shifting) and we can set up something specific!

Comments

[overanalytically]

[ His expression hints at a frown as he glances at Jim approaching. He doesn't comment or answer his question – the answer is more than obvious from the evidence around him. ]

Our agreed upon time for telepathy instruction is not for another 41 minutes.

[overemotionally]

Something wrong with me maybe dropping by early?

[overanalytically]

Not as such, though I was uncertain if you remembered our agreed upon time.

[overemotionally]

Why wouldn't I remember?

[Jim was actually kind of anxious to get things moving with mental defenses, especially after everything that happened with Lucifer. It made the threat all the more real, especially after finding out from Miles that Gregor had clamped their link shut.]

[overanalytically]

[ Spock gives that small movement of his head, a small tilting that could be interpreted as something of a shrug. ]

Perhaps mistaken then. Though I am curious as to your purpose in arriving so early.

[overemotionally]

We could've started early.

[Said innocently enough if not for the hint of a smirk.]

[overanalytically]

[ The small quirk os his eyebrow meets that smirk. ]

Though clearly the activity to which you are referring is yet to be determined.

[overemotionally]

Meditation practice. What did you have in mind?

[The smirk is way more obvious now at the eyebrow--Jim can't help it.]

[overanalytically]

[ He continues to give Jim a bland look for a few more seconds before he turns and sets down his current object in hand, leaning down to pick up the various bowls he brought out with him. ]

If you could assist me in collecting some items, we can then return to my housing to begin your instruction.

[overemotionally]

[Don't mind Jim while he still looks amused, especially at the lack of answer.]

Oh, sure.

[He looks around at the assortment of objects as he too bends to pick up a few things.]

What were you trying to do?

[overanalytically]

I continue to practice refining my control over this ability. I find it particularly difficult to control at times.

[ Spock gathers up the bowls first, being careful not to spill the contents, frozen or not. There are some solid objects, plastics and metal bits of various sizes and density that he leaves for Jim to handle. ]

[overemotionally]

[His brows furrow.]

What's difficult to control about it? And you're not giving yourself frostbite anymore with it, are you?

[He's got a few containers precariously stacked but he's rifling through the contents, curious what all Spock has been experimenting on.]

[overanalytically]

The precision of application. Were this ability to be used against another living organism, the slightest variance from my intended outcome could have disastrous results.

As to your second question, I now only encounter harmful effects after an extended period of continuous use. [ Spock elects to not mention the current state of his hands - the tips of his fingers are lightly green, but they only look chafed rather than frozen.

The items Jim looks through are mainly different in their composition: plastics of various types and densities, different metals like copper, steel, nickel, etc. They look like they could be from all sorts of places too, engine parts, computer components, and clock pieces to name a few. ]

[overemotionally]

[That's okay because Jim glances over to look at his hands anyway. But he can't see anything from this angle due to Spock holding the bowls. Damn. He'd check them when they got back to DC #3.

He gives Spock a Look.]

Weren't you the one that said a while ago that experimenting with powers was a better idea with someone else there?

Also if you're going to use this on someone, I have a feeling it'd be in a situation where you have to act first, ask questions later anyway.

[As he looks around and finds nothing else to pick up he starts heading back in the direction he was originally going--to Spock's place.]

Where did you find all this stuff...?

[overanalytically]

[ Spock casually ignores the first question to address his second statement. ]

I agree with your assessment – there would be little time when engaged in a potentially dangerous situation. That is why I practice. If I can refine my control, the chance of accidental harm decreases significantly. It is the same principle that drove our experiments with your power as well.

[ They're approaching DC#3, Spock rearranging his bowls in order to type in the security code for entrance. ] I acquired several items from within my assigned housing, borrowing items from my fellow housemates.

[overemotionally]

[OH NO YOU DON'T MISTER.]

Maybe I could have offered help or advice or something if I was with you when you were messing around with it.

...Do your housemates have a junkyard going or what?

[overanalytically]

[ Again, he ignored the first for the latter. ]

There are various and numerous projects occurring within our housing. [ And when Spock lets them in, Jim gets to see what Spock means. It's not exactly a mess, more like organized chaos with bits an pieces in various places throughout the rooms. There are spots that have been obviously cleared or made a Do Not Touch area due to people needing to sit or eat at a table, but it's pretty much all over. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim rolls his eyes. He's not letting this one go.]

You know, I was going to ask you if you wanted to practice that power anyway. You should have told me considering I'm pretty sure you didn't figure out how severe the rebound is by guessing.

[overanalytically]

You would be correct; Vulcans do not guess.

[ Spock makes his way to the kitchen, setting down some of the bowls and emptying a few into the sink. It looks like some contained edible substances for comparison, things like vegetable oil, milk, thick cream, etc. The bowls he's not pouring down the sink look more like motor oil, tranmission fluids, and the like. ]

[overemotionally]

[He sets his containers down on the kitchen table where he can find room before turning back on Spock.]

Not the point I was trying to make.

[overanalytically]

[ Spock still faces the sink, not making eye contact with Jim as he rinses out the bowls and sink. ]

I am aware.

[overemotionally]

[He comes over to stand right at Spock's shoulder.]

Then acknowledging it would be nice.

[overanalytically]

[ He continues washing, actually bearing the hot water so that his fingers can warm up. He doesn't pull away from Jim or show any form of aversion at least, merely sparing a glance at the new distance. ]

You already have. I saw no reason to comment on it.

[overemotionally]

[He takes the opportunity to lean back against the counter right next to Spock to actually get a look at his face, folding his arms in front of his chest.]

Well then why didn't you ask for help with practicing?

[overanalytically]

[ His face is wearing the neutral expression as always, nothing wrong going on at all. ]

What precisely could you have helped with in this particular instance?