I've journeyed to this place // To study the behavior patterns of the human race

[vulcancommander]

Who: The First Officer, {Open}
Where: Observation Deck
What: Even with meditating, Spock's got a lot on his mind and watching space may help. Or he just wants to be social

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soooo I'm just going to pretend the drinking thread with McCoy took place just before this

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Scotty wasn't drunk, exactly. Call it mildly tipsy. Pleasantly warm and maybe just a tiny little bit not entirely steady on his feet. Certainly not drunk. And he and McCoy had, in an inebriated flash of brilliance, solved the Klingon puzzle. It was simple. Brilliant, really. And by God, someone needed to be told.

Which was why the Chief Engineer was currently wandering around the ship, seeking out other ranking officers. McCoy was likely doing the same. "Mister Spock!" What an unexpected turn of good fortune - there was the commander, in the observation. "We've figured it out. It. The Klingons, I mean. Orions. The Klingons an' Orions, I mean. It all fits."

I don't think I've had a chance to read that thread yet... XD

[vulcancommander]

Spock blinked, then looked up as the doors hissed open to allow entrance for... was that Mr. Scott? The Engineer's way of walking had been altered, and there was something on his face that suggested an inner mental change. Perhaps inebriation?

The Vulcan almost go to his feet, but the Human beat him first by getting over to him, rambling about something. Something about Klingons. Then Orions. Wait, what?

"Mr. Scott, please explain yourself. Orions have not been sighted in this sector for an extended amount of time." As far the Federation knew, anyways, and there didn't seem to be much out here that the Orions would want anyways.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Scotty gestured helplessly for a moment, trying to arrange his thoughts in an order that made sense. "The Klingons." Pause. Gesture. "They're workin' with the Orions. They've got tae be."

He didn't know he was so certain that this was the case. To him, it just made sense. That was where the Klingons were getting their money. Both factions would benefit from the Klingons stealing dilithium from the Federation.

[vulcancommander]

Spock got to his feet, watching the Scotsman before him gesture feebly for a moment, trying to explain his situation. Definitely inebriated. "Mr. Scott, have been absolutely no trace of anything that would remotely belong to an Orion in this sector. Besides ourselves, the Klingons are the only ones present in this area of space."

"The Orions, if my sources are correct and the Federation's information is as updated as they state, have no need for being out here in search for dilithium."

The Vulcan paused for a moment. "Mr. Scott, are you currently inebriated?"

As Mr. Scott is leaving a not Orion Pirate follows.

[green_psyd]

David saw an engineer who he couldn't quite recall the name of (though he knew he was well-known) walk down the hall in the opposite direction that he was going as he rounded the corner. Considering his gait, David assumed that either synthehol was way more powerful than he'd heard rumors of it being or there was a secret distillery hidden somewhere on the ship. Considering the size of the ship and the personnel files of its crew he didn't doubt the latter at all

I'm surprised someone else actually came to Spock's thread. XD

[vulcancommander]

As Mr. Scott left the observation deck, Spock moved to have a seat once more in his chair. Things fell, for the most part, quiet in the observation deck. It was only himself and the gentle beeps of the Enterprise to keep him company.

That is, until the door swished open behind him again. The Vulcan turned his head, expecting to see the Scotsman back for Round Two when his assumption was incorrect. How ironic that the Chief Engineer had been rambling about Klingons and Orions when one of their newest crew members had just entered the observation deck, and was clearly Orion.

Spock got to his feet and nodded at the greeting. "Good evening." He decided to respond with after a moment. "I would include your name in my greeting, but we have not been introduced as of yet.

Well he looked so lonely after the drunk engineer left.

[green_psyd]

"Sorry about that. Your namesake proceeds you at the Academy," he replied with a sheepish smile.

And he had to clasp his hands behind him to remind himself that vulcans didn't shake hands. Holding out his hand was David's first response to meeting someone for the first time.

"I'm David. Dr. David Tinny," he said tucking his hands into pockets and then bringing one out to give a vulcan salute, not sure if it was the right action; but it was preferable to inaction. "It's nice to finally meet you, Commander Spock."

He then gestured to the stars. "I'm still having a hard time with seeing stars every time I look out of a view screen or observation deck. Beginning to miss the blue skies and white fluffy clouds on earth." He smiled.

Awww, that's just Spock being Spock. All his logic drives Humans away. P:

[vulcancommander]

Spock couldn't argue that at least. After the Nero incident, the Vulcan had gathered more 'fame' than he had really wanted. He almost wish it had died off completely, but the probability of that happening was on the low end as it seemed.

His eyes were drawn to the almost awkward movement David made to clasp his hands behind his back, like he was trying to keep himself from doing something. Fascinating. This crew member seemed uncertain with what to do with his hands. About to directly ask about that, the man held up the Vulcan salute in greeting instead.

Fascinating turned to interesting. His own hand went up in greeting, fingers spread to make the traditional salute in return and thought of what to say in return that wasn't offensive. Or insulting. "Agreed, Mr. Tinny."

Brown eyes reflected the bright stars as he looked in their direction, taking in the scene before looking at David. "Is this your first prolonged mission in space?"