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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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[overanalytically]

[ Spock could keep pushing in here, rip aside the nets before they solidly form as any actual intruder would do, or seek to find another hole or go over the wall ...

But he stops instead, letting the net form into something more solid. A calm wave of approval filters through the remaining gaps and holes in his barrier, and the pressure of his presence eases back through their link. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim soaks up the approval but is curious about the release of pressure, coming after it as he lowers the wall. He'd been expecting more pushing if he was honest.]

[overanalytically]

[ As soon as Jim lowers the wall, Spock presses in again. It's more rushed this time, going through the door at a jog this time rather than simply brushing past Jim as he enters. ]

[overemotionally]

[Dammit, he should have expected that--a static shock of surprise prickles at the edge of his own mindscape.

A net splays out, and now that Jim knows the net technique does not preclude intruders, he's quicker to fill in the holes created. Still not large enough to contain all of Spock's presence but it was a start. The momentum and force behind Spock's mind pressing into the wall knocks it back further into his own mind and Jim is left scrambling to reinforce it.]

[overanalytically]

[ It is a start, and a fairly good one considering that he's just learning. Jim's instincts at fighting help him in this regard.

But Spock backs off again rather than pressing his advantage, Jim's instincts having been tested and pushed to their limits enough for now. The pressure eases again, Spock withdrawing back to the surface of their link. He reopens his eyes as well to observe any physical reactions he might be having. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim's grateful when he feels the withdrawal if just for a second to collect himself. He turns his attentions more to the physical as an aching headache presses in from all sides. He quickly pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand to alleviate some of the pressure behind his eyes.]

[overanalytically]

[ Recognizing the Human gestures, Spock breaks the link entirely by removing his hand from Jim's, settling it on his own knee. ]

Are you in pain?

[overemotionally]

[Ah. Jim always regrets those first few seconds after ending a link like that. He frowns slightly.]

Not much.

[overanalytically]

We will pause for the moment to allow you to recover.

[overemotionally]

[While they're pausing, he rubs at his eyes to speed along the now receding ache.]

Is it always that...difficult to tease out where someone ends? I wasn't sure if I was blocking you entirely or not.

[overanalytically]

It is difficult on an initial attempt, thought our situation is also unique in that matter. Our bond is an inherent link between us, making it difficult to identify where the other ends, as you put it.

[overemotionally]

Figured it was something like that. So what you're saying is if I can pick out your mind entirely, I shouldn't have much trouble detecting and blocking anyone else's.

[His hands come down from his face and the headache fades away to hardly a twinge behind his eye.]

I think I'm ready to try again.

[overanalytically]

Not necessarily. Each mind is unique,and there may be other species or persons with more subtlety or expertise in telepathic penetration. Regardless, any training against such actions is more productive than none.

[ He nods as Jim's hand comes down. ] Are you certain you do not require more time?

[overemotionally]

[Of course it wasn't that simple. They had to set up a schedule again to practice. If for nothing else, than to make sure he didn't brush against someone and accidentally read their thoughts. He nods in acknowledgment of Spock's point.]

I'm fine. Let's continue. [For emphasis, he holds his palm out face up.]

[overanalytically]

[ He hesitates for a few seconds, knowing that Jim really would be in pain still, his mind new at this type of exertion and use. But if Jim says he's okay, Spock can only accept his word.

He takes Jim's hand again, palms pressed together, establishing their link. He stays at the surface of Jim's mind at first though, assessing his true level of pain. ]

[overemotionally]

[He's about to protest when Spock hesitates, but he's content enough that they appear to be starting.

There's a dense pressure boring into the mindscape--nothing overwhelming, but it made the atmosphere heavy. It was a light headache, certainly still felt, but not enough for Jim to consider stopping this practice session. A faint flame is stoked, his motivation to continue, to learn this properly for his own sake and safety (not to mention Spock's), and maybe a hint of competitiveness with himself, wanting to improve just to say he could.

There's an air of question floated Spock's way when he stays still initially.]

[overanalytically]

[ He stays at a distance until he's fully convinced that Jim is all right to continue, not budging at Jim's insistence. The last thing Spock wants to do is anything that would cause any damage, no matter how incidental. Any minor pain or push too far could have lasting affects on a psyche.

Once he's convinced though, he makes a telepathic rush into Jim's mind,not much faster than he had before, but more aggressive in nature. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim bristles slightly at Spock taking his time, but there's not much he can do here other than express his exasperation telepathically.

...which means he's fairly unprepared when Spock charges in. Spock is allowed in quite a bit, Jim's mindscape molding around his presence. He puts up a net and closes the holes quickly enough, but it bends against the force of Spock's mind. Jim strains in his attempt to stop the forward momentum, finally conjuring up a reinforcing wall to prevent the first one from breaking.]

[overanalytically]

[ He keeps pushing in, testing to see if the new wall will hold against him. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim is putting considerable effort into keeping Spock from advancing any further. There's a mental wavering with the energy expended, barely staying intact.]

[overanalytically]

[ Spock withdraws immediately, reopening his eyes with the link still engaged to judge just how much energy he spent on it. ]

[overemotionally]

[There's a fine sheen of sweat starting across his forehead, and a breath let out from sustained exertion as he hunches forward a bit to rub at his face.

Mentally though, his barriers immediately dissipate once Spock backs off, sharp twinges poking through as the dense pressure settles in once more, twice as heavy as the first attempts.]

[overanalytically]

[ He takes all of this in, making s quick decision. He releases Jim's hand again, severing the link so that Jim can be alone in his own mind to recover. ]

That is sufficient for today's session.

[overemotionally]

[Jim frowns up at Spock at the link severance--his head is pounding but he wasn't gonna learn this if they kept stopping whenever it pushing him.]

Just give me a minute I'll be good to go again.

[overanalytically]

No, Jim. This is not a method that you can charge into with little regard for yourself.

[ Spock does lean back in—but not to take his hand again. Both of his hands reach up to Jim's head, gently framing his face while his fingertips press against his temples. With each pound pulsing through his head, the pressure becomes less as Spock works some Vulcan neuropressure to relieve his headache. ]