Whoops someone found a voice - Spoilers for Into Darkness in comments very likely

[mandating]

Mundane, I do not believe your decision in making this journal to be logically sound. You are otherwise occupied in multiple matters that deem my arrival in what you call a 'headspace' unnecessary and overly taxing on your state of mind. I recommend desisting immediately, as you have much work to complete that is entirely unrelated to finding my 'voice'.

Comments

[yougotnumbtongue]

You're better off saving your breath, Spock. They never listen.

[mandating]

There is no breath to save, Doctor, as breathing is a necessary component in everyday existence.

[yougotnumbtongue]

[Two seconds in and he already wants to kick your ass. Good job!]

Christ, Spock, it's an expression. I mean you're preachin' to a choir. This place is full up with people who don't wanna be here.

[mandating]

[Clearly it is his prime directive to make everyone exasperated with logic.]

You're suggesting there is a choir here to preach to in the first place. For the moment I have only spoken to you and a handful of others.

[yougotnumbtongue]

And that's not enough to make up a choir?

[Yeah, he's on to you. Jim's been rubbing off on you in the wrong way.]

[mandating]

Was there something else you needed, Doctor, or are you planning to continually spout metaphors in my general direction that vaguely resemble our current predicament?

[There has been no rubbing, that would be unwise.]

[yougotnumbtongue]

I'd ask if it'd kill you to have a little friendly conversation, but it probably would, and I ain't to keen on getting yelled at by the Captain for killing his first officer.

[mandating]

I do not believe there is any correlation between the topic of friendly conversation and being killed, Mr. McCoy, but I find a certain appreciation in your concern for my safety.

[Come on, Doc, he's joking with you, can you tell.]

[yougotnumbtongue]

You--

[He scoffs, turns his head to hide a smile.]

You're fuckin' with me. Didn't know you had it in you.

[mandating]

I can assure you my sexual proclivities do not extend in such a manner, Doctor.

[Even Spock can't hide his little smile, now.]

[yougotnumbtongue]

Yeah? Where do your sexual proclivities extend to?

[A pause.]

You know what? Don't answer that.

[mandating]

[The barest head tilt.]

I believe Lieutenant Uhura could adequately answer your query if you do not wish to hear my response.

[yougotnumbtongue]

I'm pretty sure she'd murder me if she knew I was thinking about her in any sexual kinda way, so I'll pass on that one.

[mandating]

I can concede she would be quite upset, although homicidal behavior toward simple questions is not in her repertoire.

[yougotnumbtongue]

[Handwave.]

I'd get slapped, at the very least.

[mandating]

[Whoops, he's smirking. Couldn't hide that one.]

Indeed.

[yougotnumbtongue]

So I'm sure I'll refrain. Sorry to spoil your fun.

[gallant_guardian]

Ah...

Though I have not been here but a fortnight, I already know sufficiently that your appeal for logical dismissal is not unlike spitting into the inferno.

[mandating]

I'm afraid I do not understand your comparison.

[gallant_guardian]

They are both futile tasks.

[iambetter]

Logically you should know trying speak with these people is a waste of time.

Quite similar to your captain really. [The mundane that is. Speak of logic to him and he just turns the other way. ]

[mandating]

Had I previous experience in the matter I might agree with you. As I have not, I believe I will come to my own conclusions concerning 'these people'.

[He's very tight-lipped. You. You.]

[iambetter]

[He didn't think speaking with them at all was productive, but that was just him personally.]

You would be better to listen to the good doctor.

[Don't you you him, Mr. Spock. He doesn't like you very much either. That whole blowing his crew up but not really thing, you are on the tip top of his shit list since Marcus is dead now.]

And what of the conclusion that you would be able to beat me? What logic was there in that? [You were just lucky that your girlfriend came when she did. Also crashing the USS Vengeance kind of softened him up a bit... maybe.]

[cheatingly]

Don't think your logic applies here.

[mandating]

Logic, Captain, applies in all areas of reality. Without it there is simply chaos.

[cheatingly]

Welcome to chaos, Spock. Nice to have you join us.

[mandating]

[The slightest head tilt.]

I do not believe I can say the same at this time.

[cheatingly]

There's girls, other Vulcans, it'll be great!

[He reconsiders, doubt flashing on his face for just a moment.] You'll get used to it.

[damnitman]

Considering she's already posted you here, and you are already trying escape the box I think it might be to late.

You can't really reason with them Spock 'ol boy, I mean I was this ones first muse, I got put away for a bit and now I'm back. Just get cozy 'cuse I can tell you things get strange in head spaces.

[psychette]

[The sound she just made...was probably not human. It's the sound of a geek trying not to implode.]

....you....you're...[nnggghhh must not squee, SAY SOMETHING INTELLIGENT]....hi.

[mandating]

[So much head-tilting going on right now.]

...hello.

[psychette]

[nervous laugh] Hi... [No, wait, she already said that. Say something else.]

You're Mr. Spock, right? [Nope, still not intelligent, she's a little too star struck right now.]

[mandating]

Indeed I am. [There's a very critical look from him.]

Is there something the matter, your breathing patterns appear to be quite erratic.

[psychette]

....what? No, nooo, no, I'm good. Everything's great. I'm fine.

[a beat]

Would it be weird if I asked you to sign something? [He is so much taller in person.]

[mandating]

Not so much weird as it is intriguing - for what purpose do you wish to utilize my signature?

[psychette]

[He didn't say no! Yet.]

Oh, um...well, probably to remember meeting you. And reminding myself it actually happened because if it didn't, I wouldn't have the signature. [Logic, right?]

[wiktortwo]

I zhink being noticed is .. wery nice, ectually. You should be heppy!

[says he whose mundane ignored his voice for four years because what the actual fuck is writing his accent.]

[mandating]

I am afraid 'happy' is not the emotion I am considering at the moment, Mr. Chekov.

[Chekov, plz.]

[wiktortwo]

[have a small little frown. :c] Vhat vould you call it, zhen?

[he's just happy to finally be noticed. you should, too!]

[mini_mandalorian]

Tch.

Nothing Mundanes do is logically sound.

Ever.

[slapdash]

Yeah, logic is not a very popular factor around here. Sorry, Spock.