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These are the different verses/games that this Spock account is associated with. It's a small list, I know, but I wanted to make it.
Updated Note: Unless you've spoken with me before today's date (March 7, 2011), this Spock is no longer open for verses due to the player not wanting to get in over her head.
( List of Verses )
Updated Note: Unless you've spoken with me before today's date (March 7, 2011), this Spock is no longer open for verses due to the player not wanting to get in over her head.
( List of Verses )
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fuck_mars]
Oct. 20th, 2011 11:07 pmSpock wasn't the social type. He didn't do as well as a Human when it came to gatherings like these, but as the First Officer of the Federation's flagship and no where to hide from the Captain for it, Spock had to go.
There were various ambassadors on board, stationed in large guest quarters on the ship, which was heading towards the planetoid Babel in the Alpha Quadrant. There was to be a conference there between various species on the division of dilithium between them, trying to make it fair and what not.
The Vulcan was in his quarters, pulling on the shirt for his dress uniform with a sigh. He didn't want to go, these things were better for Kirk and John, not him.
There were various ambassadors on board, stationed in large guest quarters on the ship, which was heading towards the planetoid Babel in the Alpha Quadrant. There was to be a conference there between various species on the division of dilithium between them, trying to make it fair and what not.
The Vulcan was in his quarters, pulling on the shirt for his dress uniform with a sigh. He didn't want to go, these things were better for Kirk and John, not him.
Permissions Post
Jul. 10th, 2011 04:11 amSpock is a Vulcan (and half Human, but shush, that doesn't count), and thus he has some of his own abilities. I don't mind fights and skirmishes with monsters (specifically Ruby City), or character interactions, I would appreciate just a heads up or permission with these.
• Heightened strength (in comparison to a Human's)
• Touch telepath
- Specifically the hands. Touching hand to hand, he'll get a quick jolt of the other person's immediate feelings.
• Mind melding
- He can meld minds together to share thoughts, memories, and/or feelings.
- More in-depth information about the Vulcan mind melds can be found here.
• Heightened strength (in comparison to a Human's)
• Touch telepath
- Specifically the hands. Touching hand to hand, he'll get a quick jolt of the other person's immediate feelings.
• Mind melding
- He can meld minds together to share thoughts, memories, and/or feelings.
- More in-depth information about the Vulcan mind melds can be found here.
For survivor_savior
Mar. 12th, 2011 05:38 pmIt was supposed to be easy, with just the Captain and Commander to pick up an item or some sort that Starfleet needed. Some sort of capsule that had been left years ago that contained information that the higher ups needed. So the Enterprise had been ordered for the job since it was the closest ship to the planet.
But this is not how the away mission was supposed to go. It was supposed to be quick. The capsule had been deep in the confines of a cavern. So the officers had gone in together, phasers at the ready just in case. What they hadn't been ready for was the planet's unstable fault and an ion storm causing a disruption in the planet. Said disruption had to be a earthquake, of course, causing the floor to drop out underneath them to a lower section of the cavern. The good news was that they had found the capsule at least.
But Spock wasn't in the best...sort of mood, so to speak. Before he had left the ship, hours before, he had been what could've been called agitated - if Vulcans felt. But it was obvious something was up because he was scolding his department harsher than before, taking time to go meditate during shift, eyes darkened and lips almost in a scowl.
And now as he sat there in the dim lighting - thankfully his tricorder provided some light to see by there in the cavern - he sat in his meditation pose, but not meditating. He was staring at the wall, as though it would give him to the answers to the universe. Or at least a way out of this.
(I just made up a verse! Name to give it a tag so I could find it faster later. We can discuss the verse name later if you'd like. c: )
But this is not how the away mission was supposed to go. It was supposed to be quick. The capsule had been deep in the confines of a cavern. So the officers had gone in together, phasers at the ready just in case. What they hadn't been ready for was the planet's unstable fault and an ion storm causing a disruption in the planet. Said disruption had to be a earthquake, of course, causing the floor to drop out underneath them to a lower section of the cavern. The good news was that they had found the capsule at least.
But Spock wasn't in the best...sort of mood, so to speak. Before he had left the ship, hours before, he had been what could've been called agitated - if Vulcans felt. But it was obvious something was up because he was scolding his department harsher than before, taking time to go meditate during shift, eyes darkened and lips almost in a scowl.
And now as he sat there in the dim lighting - thankfully his tricorder provided some light to see by there in the cavern - he sat in his meditation pose, but not meditating. He was staring at the wall, as though it would give him to the answers to the universe. Or at least a way out of this.
(I just made up a verse! Name to give it a tag so I could find it faster later. We can discuss the verse name later if you'd like. c: )
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Dec. 1st, 2010 12:03 pm[A revival and continuation of this thread]
Spock stood, waiting for Chekov to move to follow the order he had given him. The Vulcan ignored the whine, the arousal already starting to pulse gently through his own body that was both a mixture of his own and the Ensign's. If anything, the touch telepathy the Commander had made the sex between him and Chekov...interesting. Perhaps a little fascinating. It allowed the Vulcan to tease him, give him what he wanted, or keep from doing.
It was all apart of the game, really.
At the first hint of kissing, of more touching than what was allowed, Spock pushed Chekov's head away forcefully. "I did not give you permission for such actions. You will keep your mind on the orders I have given you, Ensign Chekov." His voice was deep, controlled as usual as he shifted a little from the garments removed. He was certainly surprised, and impressed at that, that Chekov had restrained himself this much by now. Then again, the 'training' seemed to be working so far if the navigator was lasting this long.
Spock allowed himself to feel pleased, even if it was just for a moment.
"Continue, Ensign."
Spock stood, waiting for Chekov to move to follow the order he had given him. The Vulcan ignored the whine, the arousal already starting to pulse gently through his own body that was both a mixture of his own and the Ensign's. If anything, the touch telepathy the Commander had made the sex between him and Chekov...interesting. Perhaps a little fascinating. It allowed the Vulcan to tease him, give him what he wanted, or keep from doing.
It was all apart of the game, really.
At the first hint of kissing, of more touching than what was allowed, Spock pushed Chekov's head away forcefully. "I did not give you permission for such actions. You will keep your mind on the orders I have given you, Ensign Chekov." His voice was deep, controlled as usual as he shifted a little from the garments removed. He was certainly surprised, and impressed at that, that Chekov had restrained himself this much by now. Then again, the 'training' seemed to be working so far if the navigator was lasting this long.
Spock allowed himself to feel pleased, even if it was just for a moment.
"Continue, Ensign."
[locked to christinechapel]
Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:31 pmAll of New Orleans was buzzing about it. It was in the papers, on the television, and on the radio. Spock didn't understand - of course he didn't, since he was an alien after all - but he did pay close attention to all announcements of it.
( On the Fourth of July/See the Sparks in the Sky )
( On the Fourth of July/See the Sparks in the Sky )
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I believe history books label it 'the age of Arrogance'. Either that or I am confusing it with the word 'Ignorance'.
I believe history books label it 'the age of Arrogance'. Either that or I am confusing it with the word 'Ignorance'.
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Mar. 6th, 2010 03:56 pmThere were days some say Spock would 'feel' proud of being different. Of having a green tint to his features, his pointy ears and detached emotions.
But other days, days like this as he stood at the window in one of the Academy rooms, watching the events taking place down below, outside. It was fascinating to watch, the women mingle with one another, gossiping, comparing notes, while the men challenged one another, insulting in a good natured tone and what not. He turned his back to the large window, folding his hands behind his back.
Being half Vulcan, he didn't fit in with them, but on the other hand, being half Human, he didn't fit in with the race he considered himself to be. Torn between two worlds that would never accept him for either of which he was.
An outsider, a loner that had no place in society.
Spock should've added such factors into the calculation of choosing Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy. The age he had been when he enlisted, however, he understood what the Fleet was for, how he would fit in, where his mind would be useful. There wasn't time for social interaction in his calculations, formulas, problem solving.
The hybrid often pondered on days like these if he should've stayed with the Vulcan Science Academy, dealing with the higher-than-usual standards set for him, or if staying here, among illogical humans that pointed, laughed, insulted, jeered at him for being different.
Was going to Starfleet a logical choice? One made out of rage for insulting his heritage?
Or perhaps his mind had slipped, and he had made an illogical one, going from one society that insulted him to another that cast him out completely.
He moved through the room to have a seat behind a desk that had a few PADDs on it left for reviewing.
Spock supposed it wouldn't have mattered, as he would've been an outsider, no matter which place he chose.
Even if that place was by himself.
But other days, days like this as he stood at the window in one of the Academy rooms, watching the events taking place down below, outside. It was fascinating to watch, the women mingle with one another, gossiping, comparing notes, while the men challenged one another, insulting in a good natured tone and what not. He turned his back to the large window, folding his hands behind his back.
Being half Vulcan, he didn't fit in with them, but on the other hand, being half Human, he didn't fit in with the race he considered himself to be. Torn between two worlds that would never accept him for either of which he was.
An outsider, a loner that had no place in society.
Spock should've added such factors into the calculation of choosing Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy. The age he had been when he enlisted, however, he understood what the Fleet was for, how he would fit in, where his mind would be useful. There wasn't time for social interaction in his calculations, formulas, problem solving.
The hybrid often pondered on days like these if he should've stayed with the Vulcan Science Academy, dealing with the higher-than-usual standards set for him, or if staying here, among illogical humans that pointed, laughed, insulted, jeered at him for being different.
Was going to Starfleet a logical choice? One made out of rage for insulting his heritage?
Or perhaps his mind had slipped, and he had made an illogical one, going from one society that insulted him to another that cast him out completely.
He moved through the room to have a seat behind a desk that had a few PADDs on it left for reviewing.
Spock supposed it wouldn't have mattered, as he would've been an outsider, no matter which place he chose.
Even if that place was by himself.