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[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Who: Orion
Where: Orion dorms!
When: Day 114, around noon.
What: Catching up on team stuff.

Comments

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

I do not know precisely as the memory takes place directly before another memory I received previously, but that memory, too, was short. I believe we both entered the ship in an effort to ascertain if we could commandeer it.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

... then we were definitely on Nero's ship.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

I believe so. How we came upon it is unknown.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[thinking hard]

... yeah, I dunno. I know we win, but I don't know how we win.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

It will presumably return to us in future memories.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, probably. Wonder how many I've got left.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

It would be difficult to estimate.

[changes angle slightly]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[shifts a bit himself]

I was talking with Chaz about that. We got a five-year mission at the end, right? Who knows how much of that we've done already.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

If at all.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

That too. No real way to know.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

No way until we win.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Exactly.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

Tilt your head higher and breathe in deeply.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Aww, I was getting comfortable looking at your face.

[does so]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[eyequirk again, then positioning his fingers along the front-base of Kirk's throat, pressing in at certain points where his clavicle meets the muscles of the neck. if Spock wanted to he could easily press in to cut off Kirk's air from this position.]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[good thing you're not mad at me or anything :|a half-closes his eyes.]

What?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

... Pardon?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

You gave me a look.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

More specifically, I was looking down at you.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

And I'm looking up. I kinda like it.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

What is there to like, precisely?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

The way your face looks from this angle?

[reaches up]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[stills]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[rests it on the side of Spock's face]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

...

You do realize, Jim, that this action would be considered intimate contact by Vulcan standards?