[Captain's Office] -- [Open Post]

[kirktastic]

There was a lot going on on his ship, and it was happening faster than he could keep up sometimes. He thanked everything for Spock as his First Officer because otherwise he would have had a backup of paperwork and a million other details he just couldn't deal with on top of everything else.

He knew there was someone new on the ship - the Sulu from Pasha's universe. He hoped this would be easy... specially since their own Sulu had gone missing. That still pissed him off, upset him. Sulu had been one of the best navigators he had ever seen, and the way he and Pavel had worked together... fuck.

He needed to talk to Scotty something fierce about the transporter. He couldn't figure out what happened that the four had ended up on the ship as women, but something had happened.

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[t-vau.livejournal.com]

"Working hours?" T'Vau repeated, as if the concept were utterly foreign to her.

She blinked as Kirk frowned at the PADD in his hands.

"Captain Kirk," she said, somehow sounding more interested and alert than she had during the entirety of her discussion with Spock. "I must insist upon proper quarters. I do not wish to be assigned to a garden bench."

The again was unspoken, but heavily implied. The situation on Dentarus II had been...unacceptable.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk just slowly lifted his head, giving T'Vau an unreadable expression. He couldn't tell if she was joking or serious, but if it was the latter, did she really think he would do something like that? "...You... worked on the ship you were on, right? You said you were a science officer, or did my ears deceive me. This ship can only hold so many in separate quarters and we've had dozens of people show up out of no where, space is a limited quantity."

She didn't seem like any Vulcan he had ever know. He looked to Gracen, and decided he would ask Gracen to .... keep an eye on this one.

[t-vau.livejournal.com]

"I am a science officer," T'Vau assured him.

Perhaps he would forget to report her arrival to his first officer.

Her brow furrowed as she thought. "In that case, Captain," she said slowly, "it is logical to assign new arrivals to quarters that are not...separate."

It was not ideal, but it would be preferable to the garden bench.

[science-blues.livejournal.com]

Spock believed in neither Luck, Fate, or Karma as conceptual constants. This conversation, however was rapidly progressing through a series of paths she did not know, expressly, how to divert. She was not unfamiliar with her emotions, and the one inspiring a visceral tension in her lower abdomen could only be called foreboding.

She reluctantly met the native Kirk's eye and then inclined her head.

"Space is a severely limited luxury on a starship, of this we are all aware," Spock agreed slowly. "Perhaps there is someone appropriate for her to share quarters with?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Since you suggested it, Gracen... let me introduce you to your new roommate." He gestured to T'Vau beside her. "T'Vau, Spock Gracen, Gracen, T'Vau. May you live long and prosper." He held up his hand in the familiar salute and basically felt the urge to duck.

[science-blues.livejournal.com]

Spock went stock still, possibly stiller than she had been only moments prior. She understood the basic tenets of Human humor well enough to know that either: a) this was not a joke, or b) this was in very, very poor taste.

At the moment it seemed to be both, somehow.

Spock blinked and stared at Kirk for 5.6 seconds before turning to regard this...T'Vau.

"...Very well. It is only...logical," Spock agreed almost hesitantly.

[t-vau.livejournal.com]

T'Vau turned to look at Spock.

If this actually was Spock. Perhaps her quarters would suggest some clue.

"Indeed," she said slowly.

She wondered, almost idly, whether Spock was an admirer of Klingon opera.