Personal Log: Commander Spock Ko-fu&#39;Sarek

"Of course you can," De answered, crouching down again so that Spock could climb on. Having satisfied himself that she was secure, and with a grasp on her ankles, he stood up again, slowly. "You okay?" he asked, making sure.

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"I am now very tall," Spock informed him, readily. "Your hair is aesthetically pleasing."

She could not make eye contact, she settled with leaning slightly so she could see the human's face. It was a strange angle, but sufficient.

"I will be able to see the cat from here, do not be concerned."

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De stifled another laugh. "Thank you," he said, "and I'm sure you have an excellent view now. The cat won't get past you."

The turbolift doors were now ahead of them. "Duck," De instructed, taking a deep breath (just a normal elevator, just a normal elevator) and stepping towards the entrance.

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Spock did as instructed, and bent in order to avoid the threshold. The interior of the turbolift was sufficiently tall to permit her to sit up again. Spock was taller than the controls.

"Computer," Spock attempted but the computer did not answer. She pressed the panel with one foot. "Computer." It trilled. "Deck seven."

The turbolift moved and Spock rested her hands atop Deforest Kelley's head. This mode of transportation was most agreeable.

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De shifted his shoulders slightly as the turbolift moved, adjusting the spread of her weight across them. He stared straight ahead at the doors (really just an elevator, just a normal elevator), and let out a long breath as they came to a stop, and the doors opened. "Duck again," he said, exiting the turbolift.

"You still alright up there," he asked, once they were safely out. "Are you tall enough to touch the ceiling? I think it would be a good thing, to be tall enough to touch the ceiling."

He looked left and right down the hallway they found themselves in. Which...where was he meant to go now. He tried to remember the map, but the orientation had confused him. "Do you remember what direction it was, darlin'?"

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Spock had not yet attempted to touch the ceiling. She did so now. With a stretch she could press her hand against the upper bulkhead. There was something strangely satisfying in the action.

"It is interesting to be this tall," Spock answered. "We should go left, starboard."

She removed her hands from the ceiling so they could continue walking.

"Thanks are irrelevant, Deforest Kelley," Spock prefaced as she folded her hands again. "But being tall is enjoyable."

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"I'm glad you like it. Any time you want to be tall, you just ask, alright?"

He smiled as she resettled her hands on top of his head. That was quite...comforting, in a way. It was moments like these, faced with a connection, however small, with a child, that the regrets that he had never had a child surfaced again. He had come to terms with it a long time ago, but here, being younger again...that feeling was there. Still. Some things were easier left in the past than others, and De was determined to enjoy the chance to spend some time with the child currently seated on his shoulders.

De walked steadily down the corridor. "Was it straight on from here, or do we have to turn off again?" he asked, after a moment.

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"No further turning is required, our goal is..." Spock paused and looked down as she attempted to visually ascertain the length of Deforest Kelley's footsteps. She could not. "Close."

True to Spock's vague estimate, mostly because it was impossible to be untrue to it, they arrived outside of the Mess Hall within minutes. Several of the various Starfleet personnel in the hallways appeared curious but not overtly confused by the sight of Spock riding Deforest Kelley. This was fortunate, she did not wish to pause her search to answer questions.

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De noted the glances, but tried to ignore them. Nobody knew him, and if they did, they were probably wrong in thinking so, and had in fact mistaken him for Dr. McCoy. "Right," he said, pausing outside the Mess. "This is it, is it?" Funny, after so many months on board, he still hadn't been to the mess hall. He had avoided it, taking most of his meals in his quarters. "And the cat's inside?"

He was not trying to avoid entering the room at all.

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"Yes," Spock confirmed and blinked as they failed to move forward. She stared down at Deforest Kelley's head but this action provided no express answers to her silent quandary.

"I assure you, there was no indication that the feline was large or carnivorous," Spock explained quietly. "Though if the lack of absolution the matter makes you uneasy, we can wait and peek through when someone exits."

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"If Yontaya has grown large and carnivorous all of a sudden, this ship is even stranger than I thought," De said, staring at the door some more.

"It's alright," he said, with a deep breath, stepping towards the doors, "I just needed a minute --duck -- but I'm alright." He exhaled deeply again as the doors swished shut behind them, and turned his head to scan round the room.

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There were very few people in the Mess Hall. This was fortunate, it would make finding a small cat into a very simple, trampling free task. Spock was uncertain why Deforest Kelley required pause outside of the Mess Hall, but it did not occur to her to ask. It was irrelevant, at this point.

"I am unable to sight the creature from this vantage," Spock said as they moved into the room. "It is not as helpful as I had originally predicted."

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"Is that another way of saying that you would like to get down?" said De, tilting his head up and round to smile at her with raised eyebrows.

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"Yes," Spock answered as she tilted her head to make eye contact. He appeared bemused. "That is congruous with the logical progression of my statement."

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"Alrighty," he replied, crouching down so that she could slide from his shoulders safely. He had considered lifting her up and over his head, but not being entirely sure that he could support her weight like that, had opted for the easier option. "Down you get, then."

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Spock climbed down as gracefully as she was capable of, which was to say, not very gracefully at all. She adjusted her dress as Deforest Kelley stood and immediately turned her attention to the space around them.

"This will make finding a small feline much simpler," Spock proclaimed. "Come here small feline of an unspecified variety...um..." Spock paused. "Yontaya?"

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De glanced around the room self-consciously and ran his hand over his face, before sinking into a crouch again and whistling softly. "Here, kitty, kitty," he called, trying not to sound too embarrassed.

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{ear twitch?}

{name?}

{look around}

{!!!}

{warm-safe-animal!}

{jump down}

{slink over when they are not looking}

{ruuuuuuuuuuuuub against big-person ankle}

{mine}

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De started at the touch of the warm fur against his ankle, but relaxed when he realised that it was just Yontaya. "Here she is," he said in Spock's direction. "She's found us."

He stritched the top of Yontaya's head gently.

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purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

{glance up}

{small big-person}

{sniffsniff}

{is kitten!}

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Spock turned around immediately and her eyes widened 2.56% as she took in the cat. It was small, black, and looked very soft. It appeared to be friendly.

Spock did not hesitate to reach out and rub a hand down its back. It was vibrating in a fashion similar to her own cat.

"Hello, you are a kitty," Spock stated, very nearly entranced by it.

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{...yes? is this in question?}

{am kitty, have name}

{sniffsniff}

{...you smell familiar are kitten}

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Spock could feel the cat's indignation, just barely, against her fingers. She scratched just behind its left ear.

"You are very soft, Yontaya," Spock commented. "I am Spock. Will you permit me to hug you?"

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{excuse me?}

{hug?}

{do not want}

{you may pet}

{...Spock?}

{are not dark-sweet}

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