Spock responded quickly, a simple acknowledgment (I am en route.), and moved for the turbolift. It took approximately 5.43 minutes to arrive on deck and before the Captain's Office. Spock took a brief pause to ensure that she had, in fact, arrived in front of the right room. The computer trilled and answered that her route had been appropriate, the room beyond was the Captain's Office.
Spock straightened her shoulders and pressed her palm against the panel beside the threshold. The door trilled as she requested entry.
"Come in." Kirk didn't look up, concentrating on his work. He was trying to track down information about the drug Spot had given Emma. Of all the damn things... How did something this experimental get on his ship?
The door slid open as Spock received permission to enter. She crossed the threshold and took careful stock of the room until her eyes caught on the blonde human seated at the desk. Her brow arched and she was momentarily silent as she assessed this man against the memory of the woman she was more familiar with. As the novelty of the visual assessment came to a close, Spock entered and stopped before his desk.
"Greetings, Captain Kirk," Spock stated evenly. "You implied that you wished to converse with me?"
...And Kirk had thought Spock was a rigid sonofabitch. He just let his eyes wander over the lady in the room, absolutely amazed. "Not everyday I get to see a female version of my first officer." He grinned, a little, knowing he was getting himself in trouble but... diving in anyway, "Even one with a bigger stick up their ass. Relax. I don't know how you act with your captain, but... relax. I'm gonna guess Spock already spoke with you? ...I can't call you both Spock. That's weird. Do you have a nickname or something?" He let himself ramble, trying not to laugh.
Spock's expression remained placid, her posture straight, and her brow very gradually receded to its default resting location. It seemed this Captain Kirk was just as nuanced as her own. Spock folded her arms behind her back, one wrist grasped loosely by the opposing hand, and paused as she formulated an answer.
"I do not have any alternate, casual designation," Spock informed him. "If you wish to assign me one, you may do so at your leisure.
"As to whether or not my native variant has conversed with me," Spock continued, "We shared a brief but vague communication in which he requested I assume his crew-related and scientific duties on a temporary basis."
Spock paused and tilted her head to the right precisely 2 degrees. The change in angle did not provide any additional observational information and Spock summarily righted her posture. "Was there anything you wished to addend to his request, Captain?"
Kirk just didn't get it. Did his Spock sound like this? Maybe he did, and Kirk was just used to him. "Have a seat. Due to... circumstances I can't even grasp at anymore, you're my second in command for a little while." It was BIZARRE. "I wanted to at least meet you." He smiled, trying to figure her out at least a little bit.
Spock inclined her head evenly and took the proffered seat. As she did so, she folded her hands across her lap and reflexively laced her fingers together.
"An appropriate desire," Spock validated him. He was smiling, perhaps a physical symptom of discomfort or ill ease. It was inappropriate, as she offered him neither resistance nor conflict, but humans did not frequently realize nor react well to commentary about their emotive reflexes.
"I had no been made aware that my acquisition of duties had elevated me to a secondary command status," Spock admitted slowly. "I do not object, as I have been trained adequately, but it is unexpected.
"Are there any specifics you wish to clarify?" Spock prompted.
"I hadn't either until it happened." Kirk shrugged, "It's only for a few days, and well... might just be having to trust my gut that you'll be well versed in your job."
"If your...gut is not sufficient, I can answer any questions you see fit to pose," Spock assured him. "I will take my responsibilities with utmost seriousness, despite the brevity of their application."
"...Seriously, I have no doubt you'd ever take something anything less then utmost seriousness." His smile turned into a grin, "...so everyone is the opposite gender? What's my other-me like? What's her name?" He couldn't help, "...tell me she's got a nice rack."
There was something strangely familiar and dissimilar about this situation. Spock would have to note it in her observational journal.
"Insofar as I have noted," Spock replied in even monotone, "the genders of all local individuals are reversed to that of my native plane of existence. It is a fascinating conundrum that I have yet to decode.
"My native Captain, Janessa Kirk," Spock paused, "Though she has required me to refer to her casually by the moniker Jayna... She is a competent officer and a very nuanced individual with a strong personality.
"Her breasts, as I presume that is what you are referring to via the colloquialism rack, are sufficient to her frame. They are nice, nonspecific though that adjective may be," Spock concluded.
"Am I to presume that my native variant is more...jovial? The vernacular you have utilized has indicated a greater level of initial familiarity than any conversations I have engaged in during my time here. I am unable to define the variable that has enabled this difference to occur."
It was like trying to translate another language. Kirk rubbed a hand over his face as his tattoos started to itch all over again. "He's not... jovial. I don't know he's just more... more..." The word spilled out, "Human. He seems more human to me... less Vulcan-- and I don't mean that as an insult." He held up a hand.
"Janessa?" He thought about it, then asked, "What's her middle name?" It had to be less embarrassing. Jayna. Jim. Interesting.
Spock was silent as she considered whether or not to ignore his insinuations about her person. This Kirk was...for lack of a better term, more casual than her own Captain. His indication, though fundamentally flawed in both the literal and metaphorical senses, was not intentional. In the spirit of understanding, Spock refrained from correcting him and ignored the assertion altogether.
"My native Captain's middle name, as it appeared on her informative reports, is Livia."
He would have disagreed on the flawed, because he only knew what she presented, while she knew herself entirely. Or hoped she did. "LIVIA? Why does she get something normal?!" Kirk threw up his hands, rolling his eyes. "That's bullshit."
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I'm in my office, feel free to come now.
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Spock straightened her shoulders and pressed her palm against the panel beside the threshold. The door trilled as she requested entry.
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"Greetings, Captain Kirk," Spock stated evenly. "You implied that you wished to converse with me?"
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Spock's expression remained placid, her posture straight, and her brow very gradually receded to its default resting location. It seemed this Captain Kirk was just as nuanced as her own. Spock folded her arms behind her back, one wrist grasped loosely by the opposing hand, and paused as she formulated an answer.
"I do not have any alternate, casual designation," Spock informed him. "If you wish to assign me one, you may do so at your leisure.
"As to whether or not my native variant has conversed with me," Spock continued, "We shared a brief but vague communication in which he requested I assume his crew-related and scientific duties on a temporary basis."
Spock paused and tilted her head to the right precisely 2 degrees. The change in angle did not provide any additional observational information and Spock summarily righted her posture. "Was there anything you wished to addend to his request, Captain?"
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"An appropriate desire," Spock validated him. He was smiling, perhaps a physical symptom of discomfort or ill ease. It was inappropriate, as she offered him neither resistance nor conflict, but humans did not frequently realize nor react well to commentary about their emotive reflexes.
"I had no been made aware that my acquisition of duties had elevated me to a secondary command status," Spock admitted slowly. "I do not object, as I have been trained adequately, but it is unexpected.
"Are there any specifics you wish to clarify?" Spock prompted.
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"If your...gut is not sufficient, I can answer any questions you see fit to pose," Spock assured him. "I will take my responsibilities with utmost seriousness, despite the brevity of their application."
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"Insofar as I have noted," Spock replied in even monotone, "the genders of all local individuals are reversed to that of my native plane of existence. It is a fascinating conundrum that I have yet to decode.
"My native Captain, Janessa Kirk," Spock paused, "Though she has required me to refer to her casually by the moniker Jayna... She is a competent officer and a very nuanced individual with a strong personality.
"Her breasts, as I presume that is what you are referring to via the colloquialism rack, are sufficient to her frame. They are nice, nonspecific though that adjective may be," Spock concluded.
"Am I to presume that my native variant is more...jovial? The vernacular you have utilized has indicated a greater level of initial familiarity than any conversations I have engaged in during my time here. I am unable to define the variable that has enabled this difference to occur."
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"Janessa?" He thought about it, then asked, "What's her middle name?" It had to be less embarrassing. Jayna. Jim. Interesting.
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"My native Captain's middle name, as it appeared on her informative reports, is Livia."
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