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The city was beautiful, and her time on this planet, albeit somewhat inconsistently spent, had been both educational and pleasant, overall. Spock considered it as she sat back in the spartan chair she'd been allocated. The shuttle was small, compact, and logically organized. The other passengers were filing in for the trip to the singularity Starbase, 69, she believed.

It would not be long before dust off.

Spock withdrew a PADD and entered her daily report, filed it into her careful system of studies and notes, and cast the occasional glance out the port window at her elbow. It would be a considerable ride in the shuttle. She would doubtless lament the inability to breathe fresh air, but it was unavoidable.

A week was not a particularly long time.

Date: 2010-08-29 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau had also enjoyed her time on the planet. She had participated in the unicorn shark watching tours many times, and had even seen werewhales on one memorable trip.

The cruises had come to an abrupt end when Grace's credit chip had mysteriously stopped working one day.

She had filled the remaining time with less expensive pursuits. She had planned to leave Sha'Kwai much sooner, but an unfortunate misunderstanding of the departure time had significantly delayed ( her leaving.

Given that rendezvousing with the Enterprise would be challenging, at best, T'Vau began exploring other options. The shuttle to Starbase 69 seemed a promising one. It was, if nothing else, the next ship leaving the planet. And the travel agent whose services T'Vau had sought out seemed very eager to find her a way to leave the planet - and his services - as soon as possible.

He was most efficient. T'Vau approved.

When she arrived at the shuttle, all but one seat was taken. She settled herself into the remaining seat, disappointed that it was not located next to a window.

Perhaps her neighbor would be willing to switch.

Date: 2010-08-29 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
While theories regarding intelligent design were not discredited on Vulcan, they were unproven. The distinction was mild, but present. As Spock turned and regarded her neighbor, she was uncertain whether she had angered the agent of intelligent design, or whether that agent was purely fictitious.

She suspected the latter.

"T'Vau," she greeted evenly and blinked. Evasion had not been one of her regular activities on the planet, but she had neither actively nor inactively sought contact with the woman. It was...unfortunate that she was here. Now. And for the remainder of the week, it appeared.

Date: 2010-08-29 07:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

The probability that both T'Vau and her former roommate would select the same shuttle leaving the planet was only .00000532512%. This was...surprising.

However, T'Vau had more important things to concern herself with than pondering such unexpected coincidences.

"Yes," she agreed. "Greetings, Grace." And she bent down to reach into her bag, retrieving a large white helmet and immediately applying herself to putting it on. Liftoff from the planet and the subsequent achivement of escape velocity was, statistically, the most risky part of any interstellar voyage. It was only sensible to be prepared for a disaster.

Date: 2010-08-29 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There were many adjectives that could describe the headgear her seat-mate was wearing. None of them seemed sufficient at the moment, however. Spock blinked. Once. Twice. She turned her attention back to the PADD in hand and it took several seconds before she was able to properly digest the words.

She could see the reflection of T'Vau in the surface.

"Your headgear is...overlarge," Spock commented as she looked back up. It was far too close to Spock's own head, given the minute space they had been allotted. "I am certain it is unnecessary."

Date: 2010-08-29 07:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"It is best to be prepared," T'Vau replied, turning her head to look at Grace and causing the Romulan to quickly pull her own head back in order to prevent a collision. "In the event of a loss of cabin pressure, I wish to be able to continue breathing."
Edited Date: 2010-08-29 07:19 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-08-29 07:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"The helmet does not protect from explosive decompression," Spock pointed out and regarded the curious dress the woman was wearing. "Your clothing is far from environmentally sound."

Date: 2010-08-29 07:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"It is best to be prepared for some eventualities than to make no attempt to anticipate any," T'Vau replied. "Nihlism does not become you, Grace."

She did not bother to respond to Grace's critique of her dress. Instead, she simply reached into the bag again.

It took some maneuvering to struggle into the spacesuit, and T'Vau barely fit into her seat once she had it on.

Date: 2010-08-29 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spock stared.

Many of the other passengers stared.

They, however, had the luxury of being removed from the situation and went about their business. Spock, did not have this luxury, and was confronted with the sight and incursion of T'Vau's outfit. How she had managed to stuff the ruffles of her dress into the environmental suit, Spock was uncertain.

She blinked.


Date: 2010-08-29 07:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau stared back.

"Do not come crying to me when the shuttle experiences a hull breach and you find yourself in deep space without an appropriate suit," she recommended. "I will be unable to save you."

Date: 2010-08-29 07:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Should the hull breach, I would not have the time required to either weep or call out," Spock corrected in a blase tone. "I will be dead quite instantaneously."

Spock returned to her reading. She was able to continue until T'Vau began to calibrate her suit. The incessant beeping was distracting.

"Do you intend to be dressed so for the entirety of our voyage?"

Date: 2010-08-29 07:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"True," T'Vau acknowledged. "I wish you a painless death."

Calibrating the suit was a most important safety measure.

As was testing the internal oxygen supply.

"I had not planned on it," T'Vau replied between breaths. ( "But it is quite asthetically pleasing."

She paused.

"Would you prefer that I keep the suit on?"

Date: 2010-08-29 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
While the suit was a visceral irritant, the idea of having T'Vau limited to her own, personal, secluded environment for the remainder of the journey did hold some appeal. Spock considered her query even as the breathing apparatus sounded noisily.

Ultimately, she could not decide whether the pros of such a situation outweighed the cons.

"I have no opinion on the matter," Spock answered evenly. "Though I am uncertain if the safety harness will latch properly around such...provisions." She resisted the urge to motion at T'Vau's suit.

Date: 2010-08-29 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau looked down at the safety harness, her brow furrowed. This was something she had not taken into consideration. She attempted to latch it around her middle, but her spacesuit made the maneuver difficult.

Especially with the gloves on.

"I require assistance," she announced.

Date: 2010-08-31 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spock regarded her flatly and resisted the urge to inform her that she would, in fact, most certainly need assistance. It was apparent, by implication as well as the general lack of alternatives around them, that she expected Spock to provide this aid.

Spock took a slow breath. It was most certainly not a sigh.

"Very well," Spock acquiesced evenly and stood from her own seat. The harness was short the distance required to loop around T'Vau's suit. Spock regarded it flatly and exerted more pressure on the belt in an attempt to stretch the distance it was capable of and quickly engage the latch.

This proved fruitless.

"It will not close."

Date: 2010-08-31 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau looked displeased.

"I shall attempt to decrease the circumference of my waistline," she announced, and exhaled suddenly, drawing her abdomen inward as much as possible.

"Try now," she ordered, voice raspy from the lack of sufficient air.

Date: 2010-09-01 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spock blinked dispassionately as T'Vau sputtered. Several seconds passed as Spock attempted to ascertain if she was serious. When it became apparent that she was, Spock buckled the harness.

"It has closed," Spock announced and stepped back, a brow firmly arched as she surveyed the curious and mildly grating Vulcan.

Date: 2010-09-01 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau inhaled loudly as Grace stepped back, causing many of their fellow passengers to turn and stare, and the harness to strain worryingly. But it held.

"It is likely that I shall require assistance to remove the harness once we have exited the atmosphere," she said. She gave Grace a reproachful look.

"It would be wise to take your seat and fasten your own harness," she advised. "We will be departing soon."

Date: 2010-09-01 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spock did not return her comment but did, in fact, return to her seat. Her own harness fastened easily and Spock used the sliding straps to tighten it to the appropriate setting.

She tried, very hard, not to look at T'Vau's helmet and, instead, turned her attention to the window. Vision fixed firmly on the exterior view, Spock was briefly at peace.

Above them, through the communications embedded in the ceiling, the Captain announced Dust Off.

Date: 2010-09-01 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau did not enjoy the initial phases of space voyages.

She leaned back in her seat, as much as was possible while wearing the spacesuit, and closed her eyes.

As the ship left the ground and began its journey upwards, T'Vau began singing ( softly to herself.

It always helped to make her feel calm.

Date: 2010-09-01 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spock tried to ignore the tune but it was both irregular and close in proximity to her head. Why T'Vau attempted to reproduce the percussive and...accompanying sounds while she sang, Spock was uncertain. It lent the action a politely manic quality that was fundamentally disturbing.

Spock stared at her and leaned closer to the window. Fortunately, as they breached atmosphere, the song ended or T'Vau lost interest in it, as she went gradually silent. Spock blinked.

Date: 2010-09-01 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
They had survived the ship's departure from the planet unharmed. There was no need to continue singing.

T'Vau sat up and began struggling out of her spacesuit. She pulled her helmet off, and paused. It was difficult to hear. She turned to look at Grace.

"Are you currently in possession of chewing gum?" she asked. Too loudly.

Date: 2010-09-01 10:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[OOC - So much lulz and love for this entire thread! *relurks and waits for more giggles*]

Date: 2010-09-01 01:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
(OOC: Seconded!)

Date: 2010-09-02 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spock recoiled slightly, a reflex, and blinked. It was illogical to lie, and Spock resisted the temptation to sigh as she drew a packet of gum from her pocket. She extended it toward T'Vau, and silently offered a piece.

Date: 2010-09-02 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks were illogical. T'Vau took the gum, careful not to let her fingers touch Grace's as she did so.

Chewing the gum successfully restored her desired ear pressure. This achieved, T'Vau focused her attention on releasing her seat harness and removing the spacesuit. Luckily, it proved much easier to get out of both the harness and the suit than it had been to get in, and T'Vau was able to do both without additional assistance from Grace.

She stuffed the suit - with some difficulty - back into her bag. Only to pull it back out again immediately, in order to retrieve a book from underneath it.

The suit finally put away, T'Vau settled into her seat and opened the book.

Silence, for 3.53421 minutes.

"What is a five letter word for friend?" she asked.

Date: 2010-09-02 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Melon," Spock answered without looking up from her PADD. She had appreciated those 3.53421 minutes with a relish she had not expected. It was...unfortunate to have that silence broken.

She shifted and focused very, very intensely on her PADD. Perhaps absolute silence would dissuade T'Vau from talking further.

Date: 2010-09-02 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau frowned thoughtfully at her crossword.

"No," she announced. "It will not fit with the letters I have already entered."

She stared intently at the page, chewing her gum loudly, and blew a large bubble.

It popped satisfyingly.

Date: 2010-09-02 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Silence was not a sufficient deterrent.

Spock clenched her jaw and waited. T'Vau popped her gum once, twice, and a third time. It was beyond irritating.

"Buddy?" Spock supplied tightly.

Date: 2010-09-02 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau turned slowly to look at Grace.

"Who you calling buddy, pal?" she asked challengingly.

Date: 2010-09-02 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spock stared and resisted the urge to inform her, in no uncertain terms, that she wasn't her pal. Friend.

"A five letter word for friend," Spock clarified flatly.

Date: 2010-09-02 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oh," said T'Vau.

She looked at the page. Then filled in the boxes.

Her gum was quickly losing flavor. She looked for an appropriate waste receptacle, but there was none. Carefully, T'Vau took the gum out of her mouth and stuck it to the bottom of her seat, where it was out of the way.

She returned her attention to the crossword.

Date: 2010-08-29 04:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[ooc: Bones heartily approves of T'Vau's strong survival instinct and understanding that space is dangerous. *fistbumps*]

Date: 2010-08-29 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[[OOC: T'Vau does not return the fistbump because that is obscene! But :D :D :D]]

An obscene amount of time later...

Date: 2010-09-05 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The shuttle was docking shortly and Spock could not have been more thankful that her time, confined in the tight space, would be ended. She had accomplished very little work, had very little rest, and very little peace in the duration of the ride. She did not look at T'Vau as she considered this.

The Captain of the shuttle announced their docking trajectory and Spock watched out the window, patiently awaiting their arrival at the station.

Re: An obscene amount of time later...

Date: 2010-09-05 07:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau leaned over her seatmate in order to look out the window.

It had been a most satisfactory flight. She had completed her entire book of crosswords (with assistance), introduced her favorite music to her fellow passengers (most of whom seemed to share regrettably poor taste in music), and played many games of Hydroponics vs. Klingons on her PADD (Grace had been oddly resistant to attempting the two-player version with her).

It still seemed unfair, though, that her former roommate had claimed a window seat on both the initial departure and the final arrival. It was only logical that she allow T'Vau to invade her personal space - briefly - in order to share the view.

Date: 2010-09-05 07:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spock took a slow, meditative breath and leaned back, away from T'Vau, as the woman leaned across her to peer out the window. The station was at an angle that proved troublesome and T'Vau pushed up the arm-rest in order to lean, more aptly, across Spock.

Spock closed her eyes and waited for the sight to become uninteresting for her former roommate. This proved to be a futile effort, as T'Vau remained until they docked and the shuttle's engines powered down.

Date: 2010-09-05 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau watched, rapt, as the shuttle slowly approached the starbase and, finally, docked. She let out a relieved breath as the shuttle powered down, and flopped back heavily in her seat.

"We made it," she announced, unnecessarily, as the interior lights came on and their fellow passengers began collecting their belongings for departure and filing through the doors (if the passengers nearest T'Vau moved a little more hurriedly then the rest of the population of the shuttle, that was surely a coincidence). "Congratulations on surviving."

Date: 2010-09-05 07:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Yes, congratulations," Spock offered in return as she delicately extracted herself from her seat and moved around the Vulcan woman. Their section had already been evacuated emptied onto the station. Spock retrieved her bag in an expedient manner and inclined her head, politely, before moving toward the exit.

She was not running. That would be untoward.

Date: 2010-09-05 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau followed, eventually. She first ensured that she had collected all of her belongings, most of which seemed to be scattered around her seat area, rather than inside her bag.

She was the last one off the ship, and looked around the shuttlebay with interest as she emerged, completely immune to the exasperated looks the shuttle attendants were sending her way.

Date: 2010-09-09 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Tandy was in the bay, greeting people briefly as they stepped off the shuttle. She automatically started to hold her hand out for a friendly shake, but arrested the motion when she saw that the next two people were Vulcans.

"Welcome to Starbase 69," she said. "I'm Commodore Otrona, in command. I hope you had a pleasant trip."

Date: 2010-09-09 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"It was...acceptable," Spock responded and paused in order to properly greet the local commanding officer. Unfortunately, her pause permitted T'Vau the time she required to catch up.

"Greetings, Commodore Otrona," Spock offered and bowed slightly. "I am Spock."

Date: 2010-09-09 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"She is not," T'Vau offered from behind Grace. "Greetings, Commodore."

Date: 2010-09-13 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The striking woman certainly looked like the female Spock from an alternate universe that Tandy had a file on.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Spock," she said. She turned to the other Vulcan. "And...?" She paused, waiting for the woman to supply her name.

Date: 2010-09-14 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau's eyes narrowed. Perhaps the Commodore had hearing problems?

"I am T'Vau," she said, louder than usual to ensure that she would be heard. "And I am not a Romulan prostitute."

She gave the Commodore a significant look.

Date: 2010-09-14 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm glad to hear it," Tandy said evenly. If she was lucky, that would be the strangest thing anyone said to her for at least a week. "Welcome, T'Vau."

She glanced at the passenger list on her PADD. "I see that both of you are relocating, rather than just visiting. I can look up your room assignments for you right away, if you'd like."

Date: 2010-09-16 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"That would be agreeable," Spock announced and fervently ignored the presence of T'Vau.

Date: 2010-09-16 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Ah, you get to break in our new residential corridor. You're both on wing C. C-2 for you, T'Vau, and C-4 for Spock. The passcodes for your doors are at the default - 1111 - but you can change them to whatever you prefer when you get there."

Date: 2010-09-16 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
T'Vau contemplated the matter gravely.

Perhaps overly so, considering that she had never seen a blueprint of the station, and knew nothing about either the size of the room in question or its relative proximity to the mess hall.

Still, new was good.

"That is acceptable," she announced.


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