| 10:55p |
WHO: Spock and Reena, maybe the Kessler siblings... more later? Who knows!
WHERE: San Fransisco Star Fleet Base and China Town
WHEN: Some time after a drunken evening
WHAT: Pure character development
RATING: PG
STATUS: Closed, Incomplete
The day had come. The Odyssey was departing, among with a few other vessels, but of course no other launching was more distracting to Spock that the one carrying Nyota Uhura. There were others gathered outside the Academy, waving off those who were leaving but none with the exception of one had the pointed ears and blank stare of a half-Vulcan. Impassive is the word that could best describe Spock’s stare but it was a thick mask, hiding his longing and sadness. He stood there, watching the shuttles fly off, with his hands clasped behind his back, lip pursed. Even after the ships had gone and the spectators had cleared, he stood there... alone, deep in thought.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Spock hunched over and rubbed his temples, remembering the words his Captain had told him. “Stop wallowing in self pity! Get yourself out there, man! You’re using work as an excuse to be miserable. Stop over-working and fucking relax!” Spock chuckled to himself and nodded to an invisible someone as if affirming this notion. He stared walking, just walking on and on, deep into the streets of San Francisco. Observing the bustling city and the interactions of it’s inhabitants. Looking up he spotted a sign that boldly labeled the section ahead as “China Town.” he smirked and remembered Irina had mentioned that she frequented the area. He distantly remembered the name of a tea house... if only she’d mentioned where it was, he’d drop in to see if the Kessler siblings were there... |