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WHO: Jim and whoever wants to be harassed by this goof
WHERE: Mostly Heropa
WHEN: August
WHAT: August catch all!
WARNINGS: nothing as of now.

If you'd like to thread, drop me a line at shardsofwinter! I'd love to throw Jim at new people!

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Spock, 8/1

[overemotionally]

[As soon as he got back to his place, he immediately passed out to sleep off the headache from being ripped from a mind meld so abruptly. Even sleeping for 12 hours right before that had nothing on this. Jim is fairly groggy when he wakes up a few hours later.]

[overanalytically]

[ He'll wake just in time to hear his phone vibrating with an incoming text on the nightstand where he threw it. The time on the display of it reads in the later afternoon. ]

[overemotionally]

[Still foggy, he gropes around the nightstand in the general direction of the buzzing, grabs his comm and opens it, face still half planted in the pillow.]

[overanalytically]

[ A simple text on the too-bright screen reads: ]

Is 1900 at the [ some restaurant that Spock frequents in Heropa ] acceptable for an evening meal?

[overemotionally]

[It sure does take him a couple of minutes to rub his eyes open as he blinks against the bright screen. He looks at the text and then at the current time and starts to slowly sit up, continuing to rub at his eyes. There's a pretty good 5-minute delay in how long it takes Jim to reply:]

Sounds good. Meet you there?

[overanalytically]

[ Huh, Spock wonders what the delay was about. ]

Agreed.

[ ... and that's it. Texts with Spock are usually pretty succinct. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim gets up from his bed to shower and clean himself up. A shower washes away the last remnants of the hangover-like headache from the meld. He's not risking what happened last time so makes sure to put on a half decent shirt--a black long sleeved button-up, not too casual and not too fancy.

He's surprisingly not anxious about this meeting, considering how things had almost ended this morning. He hadn't had time earlier today but now that he was awake, he was focusing on what happened before things went sour in the meld.

He makes it to the restaurant right on time.]

[overanalytically]

[ He'll arrive to see Spock waiting by the entrance in more casual clothing himself though still somewhat dressy by normal standards: a blue, tunic-like top with a higher collar that fastens down the middle and dark gray slacks. The restaurant itself is Olive Garden-esque with its family-like atmosphere and oddly blended with a Asian-hipster theme, which thankfully gives Spock a robust vegetarian menu.

He stands from the outside bench when he sees Jim approaching, tucking his hands behind his back. He looks ... calmer than he did when Jim last saw him, if nothing else. His expression a cool bland, but softening when he sees Jim. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim won't lie, he really likes seeing Spock in Vulcan clothes. His expression subtly (and subconsciously) brightens when he sees Spock.

This was one of those times where he has to sit and think on the differences between their cultures because though Spock was much more closed off on the outside, Jim knew that meant that Spock was feeling better after being given space and time to meditate. It's one of the many reasons he appreciates the bond--it's a way to feel what's underneath all of that, a discreet feedback that he can react to.

He does notice the softening though--he's so much better at reading those expressions--and smiles in return, not before unabashedly looking Spock up and down of course.

There's a small jerk of his towards the entrance.]

Let's go, I'm starving.

[Because he literally hasn't eaten from sleeping most of the day. This is bound to screw up his sleeping schedule quite a bit.]

3/8

[grumbling]

[ i hope you were enjoying whatever you were just doing, jim.

because mccoy just shoved a hypospray against your neck and injected you with your allergy medication. at least he was a bit more gentle this time around? ]

[overemotionally]

[WOW BONES.

A hand flies up to his neck as he gasps at the sting.]

Augh! Warn a guy first!

[grumbling]

Don't be so dramatic.

[ mccoy seems more concerned with his hypospray, loading another vial at the bottom while kirk pitches a fit in the background. ]

Didn't I say it'd feel just like a little tickle this time round?

[overemotionally]

Relatively speaking it was. You might be the first doctor in history to make someone bleed from a hypo.

What the hell was that anyway?

[He pulls the hand away from his neck and looks at it, almost looking like he was expecting a bit of blood.]

[grumbling]

A vaccination for kamaraazite flu.

[ mccoy gives him a look. ]

What do you think it's for? It's for your damn allergies.

[overemotionally]

Give a guy a break, I don't know what the hell kind of stuff you're working on in the lab.

[But even as he speaks, there's a noticeable relief in the back of his throat and sinuses. He'd gotten used to just dealing with it, but now he can fully appreciate what the medication did.]

You got it done that fast?

...

Did you test this on anything before me?

[grumbling]

Fast? Jim, I've been working on this since I made an ass of myself on the network.

[ he tries to come across as flippant, but his tone suggests otherwise and he stashes the hypospray in his satchel. it's not just the lack of proper technology that has affected the speed of which he does things -- it's him in himself and it bothers the doctor. ]

'Course not. It's not like this place has pet shops full of damn tribbles.

[overemotionally]

[He just lets that hang between them for a few seconds. As gruff as he was on the outside and as much shit as they gave each other, McCoy was absolutely one of the best friends he's ever had.]

I'm surprised I didn't hear even more bitching about the technology available to you here.

...Wait, you just injected me with something you haven't had a chance to test on anything or anyone? You better fix it if my throat starts to close.

[overanalytically]

[ At some point at least two days after this fiasco, Spock is working in his De Chima office rather than the laboratory located within the Vor Residence. He chose there even though it's frankly ridiculous and useless for him to have an actual office, but he chose it today (and for the last two days) because there is a distinct lack of people around in his office. It allows him to work on some of his other projects without being near-constantly walked in on or interrupted with questions.

If Spock was really honest with himself though, he'd admit that he doesn't want interruptions because he doesn't want anyone to see how much he isn't working. His thoughts seem to degenerate into an endless loop, all regarding that gathering two nights ago. He's already found himself several times simply staring at the screen of the laptop he upgraded, uncertain of the equation he was just working on.

This afternoon, in an effort to clear his head, he elects to take an afternoon meal in one of the local restaurants to get him out of the bland environment of his office. Maybe he'll elect to pick up some sort of aesthetically pleasing decoration on his way back too ...

He leaves his office door unlocked, not anticipating much traffic on this floor of the rented building anyway and he'll only be gone for an hour or so. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim took a couple of days, a couple of long rides on his motorcycle, and most of the last 72 hours awake to think. No matter how many ways he spun it, there just was no good solution to the situation they were in except: a) forgive Spock and accept his multiple apologies and/or b) wait for Uhura to show up to settle things. The extra space he'd taken to cool off helped tremendously. Since he wasn't going to wait around for the Porter to bring in the last person involved in this whole mess, Jim decided to take the matter into his own hands.

Because when it came down to it, they were bonded. Jim knows what kind of depths hid beyond the stoicism Spock presented to the world. He knew the depth of emotion that was pointed his way. He'd seen and heard and felt and sensed it.

So really, the ball was in his court.

Jim wanders into the building and asks someone on their way to lunch where he could find Spock's office. With some wandering, he finally finds it.

Jim attempts to knock first after only the slightest hesitation. No answer. Jim opens the door and finds no one inside. He wanders into the office, somehow surprised by how bare it is.

He frowns to himself and merely sits in the nice comfy chair behind the desk and pulls out his comm, scouring the Network.]

[overanalytically]

[ It really is bare, not much but the major office furniture provided by Mark Vorkosigan when he bought the space, and beyond the few bits and pieces of machinery Spock had brought in to test and work with his cyberkinesis ... that's it.

Spock returns to his office about 20 minutes after Jim gets there (sorry Jim), having had a light meal and visited the local nursery for a potted plant such as he keeps in his room in DC#3. One of the more difficult types of plants, the attendant asking him several times if he's sure you want this plant, sir? They don't take kindly to office environments ... But Spock was confident in its survival under his care.

So it is that Spock stops dead still when he re-enters his office and sees Jim sitting there, a plant held in his arm and his hand still on the doorknob. ]

[overemotionally]

[He'd really just been browsing the Network to see what new people had been brought in by the Porter, posting in confusion. It was passing the time well enough--he hadn't noticed how much had passed until he hears the doorknob turn, looking up and sitting up straighter from his slouch. He puts his comm away and stands, hands in his pockets and face neutral.]

Hey. Was wondering when you'd get back.

[overanalytically]

I was not anticipating visitors, otherwise I would have posted my brief absence.

[ Momentary surprise and embarrassment over, covering it with his typical stoic, bland expression, Spock steps further into the office to set the potted plant down on a cabinet surface, closing the door behind him. He's still keeping up his barriers against the bond, only a cool neutral nothing coming from it as Spock has his back slightly turned to Jim. ]

[overemotionally]

[He's sorely tempted to just reach out and grab Spock's shoulder but he figures the least he should do is what he came here for first. That doesn't stop him from coming around the desk so he's on the same side of it as Spock at least, the piece of furniture no longer separating them. He leans back against it, hands coming to rest against the edges.

Being so near Spock and not feeling the gentle ebb and flow from the bond is even more disconcerting than it had been when they weren't in the same room.]

I came to tell you I accept your apology.

[overanalytically]

[ Spock stops fussing with the position of the pot and turns when he hears Jim come around the desk.

It's subtle, but at the last moment of Jim's forward momentum, just before he leans back against the desk, Spock shifts ever so slightly away, a foot turned out to balance the shift in weight rather than taking a step back. It stops as soon as Jim rests on the edge of the desk, and maybe Jim didn't see it sine he himself was still moving.

But Spock blinks at the blunt statement, his eyes slightly wider than usual as he stares at Jim. ]

[overemotionally]

[When there's no verbal response forthcoming, Jim holds eye contact, then shrugs, as though in answer to an unspoken question.]

It's not like we can go back in time and do anything about it. It happened and if Uhura shows up, we'll deal with it.