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[hischair]

If it's that sad, don't read it. It's Spock, he'll get back to his own reality sooner or later, you know he will, and never mind him flitting around through dimensions; what about my Commander getting tossed about from one near-death experience to another? Little sympathy there wouldn't go amiss. We beat Pon Farr at its worst — [ oh, that sounds weird, but anyway ] — I know we can keep him on the straight and narrow in the future if you forward my time-line in the City. I'll get Chekov to help me build a transporter and we'll hot-wire it for Old Vulcan's logarithms from memory. I don't know, something.

Hey, and that "Bridge on the captain" stuff? No. Stop that. That is not happening to me, no way.

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[hischair]

Knock him down, idiot, then let — where'd all these Spocks come from? [ WHOA upsurge in pointy-eared gripers.

ROLLING HIS EYES, okay. Back to what he was saying! ] Once he's buffeted back, let the irate Vulcan cavalry loose. Unless you want to set your phaser to kill and risk hitting someone else in here.

[ AND THEN: ] I seriously need shore leave.

[uncurbed]

[ don't you start making sense and don't you dare start sounding like bones, either. he might take it as a compliment, or something.

.. okay yeah no seriously he'll agree with you on the upsurge of vulcans.

rolling his eyes and huffing out a sigh - ] i say we just let them take care of him, period. One was enough to almost kill him and at this point I'm willing to take back that whole 'let's do this fairly' thing.

[ 'vulcan cavalry' is kinda funny, though. ] You and me both.

[hischair]

[ He's been doing a lot of growing up, one of them has to. ]

I'm not going to argue about Khan with myself, that's way too weird.