T'Pol (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
with_discipline) wrote2011-03-31 08:58 am
with_discipline) wrote2011-03-31 08:58 am
086 | [Video]
[T'Pol has had it. She's been here four days no, and it isn't like the kahs-wan she's supposed to take in a few years, it's a bunch of potential kidnappers, and possibly a pirate, and children who touch their food and eat meat and take things apart. The only positive in all of this, so far as she can tell, is the fact that it seems they haven't been stolen by Orions to be sold in slave markets.
But it still feels kind of like she's been stolen, and she's having trouble suppressing all the anxiety. It's coming out as indignation, maybe even frustration. She points toward a plant on a counter in her corner niche; its deep violet and iridescent blue leaves are just barely visible.]
Why is there a cutting of my father's kal-ta plant here? It is a family possession, he has never given it away. I will be taking it home with me. [Tiny. Pointed. Look.]
I would like an explanation regarding the deck as well. It seems completely open to space, and yet there is a breathable atmosphere. It defies logic. [Translation: Your ship's stupid.
And then there's a meow, and a chirp, and those with really good hearing might pick up some purring; T'Pol looks totally off balance for a moment, struggling to maintain her composure. the camera angles down, and Khoteth the kitty is rubbing against her leg. Well, more like throwing himself against her leg. He wants food, damn it.]
And this creature will not keep it's distance. I don't know what it's doing. [Sehlats are easier to figure out. They growl at you when they want something.]
I would like to return home. Now.
[And a pause while she figures out filters and looks frustrated as hell.]
[Private to Slade]
Mister Slade? What is the Admiral's itinerary for us?
But it still feels kind of like she's been stolen, and she's having trouble suppressing all the anxiety. It's coming out as indignation, maybe even frustration. She points toward a plant on a counter in her corner niche; its deep violet and iridescent blue leaves are just barely visible.]
Why is there a cutting of my father's kal-ta plant here? It is a family possession, he has never given it away. I will be taking it home with me. [Tiny. Pointed. Look.]
I would like an explanation regarding the deck as well. It seems completely open to space, and yet there is a breathable atmosphere. It defies logic. [Translation: Your ship's stupid.
And then there's a meow, and a chirp, and those with really good hearing might pick up some purring; T'Pol looks totally off balance for a moment, struggling to maintain her composure. the camera angles down, and Khoteth the kitty is rubbing against her leg. Well, more like throwing himself against her leg. He wants food, damn it.]
And this creature will not keep it's distance. I don't know what it's doing. [Sehlats are easier to figure out. They growl at you when they want something.]
I would like to return home. Now.
[And a pause while she figures out filters and looks frustrated as hell.]
[Private to Slade]
Mister Slade? What is the Admiral's itinerary for us?
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Do Vulcans ever play word games? Tongue twisters? Rhymes?
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For instance, if I were to say a venerable Vulcan volunteered validation against violence very vehemently, who would I be referring to? The one most vaunted?
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Surak. Though I've never heard him described like that.
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Tiny T'Pol is truly trustworthy in her terse and tactful interpretations [So much "r" roll snuck in there too] and my ship still likes you from where she met you before but not yet.
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