Spock was sitting cross-legged on the floor on his side of the room, meditating, as was his wont. He could frequently be found thus, seeking serenity in the cold reassurances of logic.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for him tonight. But he didn't know that yet. So he was peacefully meditating.

((Open for the roommate, but if ( Read more... )

Spock's transport back from a winter break spent on Vulcan had arrived on schedule, to his satisfaction. It must be noted that it was decidedly not winter on Vulcan, and considering that winter on Vulcan corresponded to a warm day in the desert on Earth anyway...well, the contrast was remarkable, to say the least, and he was bundled to within an ( Read more... )

Mostly c&p, because I'm lazy and madly refreshing isityuletideyet.com. La. For the new kid go here.

( Spock )

"...And this is my room," Spock said as he opened the door to 512 and let his mother in. Both sides of the room were actually quite neat, but one had a few small items of Vulcan origin scattered about, while the other had a cat bed and a positive mountain of cat toys. "My roommate--who does not seem to be present--has recently procured a kitten ( Read more... )

Sorry, Tracy!

Also, apparently I never got around to infoposting for this guy last time. Haha I fail?

( The Students )

"You have reached the voicemail of Spock. I am not currently taking calls. Please leave a message with your contact information."

*BEEP*

Spock found he could not argue with his parents' logic. He was half-Human, and had been raised entirely Vulcan, so it made sense for them to want him to experience the other half of his heritage. Though he had always thought his father wanted him to be as Vulcan as possible, this came as no real surprise ( Read more... )