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[with_discipline]

[It's hard to tell, but T'Pol's primped for this. Given into some vanity and ohhh, scandalous.]

I believe there's a human tradition that takes place this week, based on the actions or beliefs of an old world saint. I must admit, I'm unclear on the details.

Jim, would you care to meet me in the pub? [She means Kirk, because TUNNEL VISION here, but. There is hilarity in misunderstandings? :v]

Comments

jsyk this means kirk can hit on you forever

[captain_jtkirk]

Uh... sure? When?

you're a monster

[with_discipline]

Whenever you're free. I'm available.

no regrets

[captain_jtkirk]

We can go now?

sigh

[with_discipline]

Good. I'll meet you there.

spam

[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk is maybe a little confused about this. Maybe she knows something about Shego. That would be awesome. And that's maybe literally the only reason he goes up to meet her there.]

spam

[with_discipline]

[You'll break her green little heart. But T'Pol is totally prompt, and might even swing by his room so she can intercept him on the way. She'll just fall into step beside him in the hall, hands linked behind her back.]

Jim. [She's smiling with her eyebrows. (Danger Will Robinson!)]

spam

[captain_jtkirk]

[Omg do you think Shego has a green heart too?

Jim looks at her, noticing that something seems off but he can't really place it.] "T'Pol. So why the pub?"

spam

[with_discipline]

[Sob. :c She inclines her head slightly, looking up at him.]

It seems a natural location for a social gathering. Not to imply that I've invited others; I haven't.

derp how did I miss this. backdated. :c

[chlorophylliac]

Obviously. It's little more than coincidence that a festival of romantic love appropriated the feast day of two dead Christians. Chaucer as good as nailed one to the other over a thousand years after they were martyred.

[She clears her throat and recites smoothly:]

"Then I noticed how there sat a queen who was exceeding in fairness over every other creature, as the brilliant summer sun passes the stars in brightness. This noble goddess Nature was set upon a flowery hill in a verdant glade. All her halls and bowers were wrought of branches according to the art and measure of Nature.

"And there was not any bird that is created through procreation that was not ready in her presence to hear her and receive her judgment. For this was Saint Valentine's day, when every bird of every kind that men can imagine comes to this place to choose his mate."

[Of course she knows her shit when it comes to female personifications of nature talking about love. :c]

You're looking... [Preened.] ....well.

idk because you secretly hate me :c

[with_discipline]

[Why am I not surprised Ivy :c]

Do you think so? [Does she look pretty, huh, does she c:] Thank you. I imagine you must enjoy that passage in particular. How has this Saint Valentine's day been treating you?

bb never :c

[chlorophylliac]

Well enough. Does this sort of thing always happen at this time of year?

oh well okay c:

[with_discipline]

What sort of thing?

[chlorophylliac]

People falling for each other at random like lovestruck children.

[with_discipline]

I hadn't noticed. Have you fallen for someone, Ivy?

[chlorophylliac]

Not in the least. Have you?

[with_discipline]

I would not call it random.

[chlorophylliac]

The floods haven't seemed especially purposeful so far.

[with_discipline]

I believe it to be less about the purpose, and more for the sake of experience.

[chlorophylliac]

So what do you think the value is of what you're experiencing right now?

[with_discipline]

I'm not affected. [lol okay T'Pol :c]

[chlorophylliac]

Of course not. Just an unrelated fresh flush of love for an old acquaintance?

[with_discipline]

I fail to see your point. [LOGIC, WHAT IS THAT. :C]