[T'Pol has recently been rescued from a Star Trek Convention by Trip and Kay. It was the single most awkward thing she has endured in a port. SINGLE. MOST. AWKWARD.

So it should surprise very few that she ran the fuck away after that and has made it into the desert. THIS IS HOME TO HER, no worries about dehydration here. Okay a little worry BUT MOSTLY SHE IS IN HER HAPPY PLACE. The post is only audio, but she's totally sitting cross legged on a big rock somewhere in the desert with her eyes closed.]

I vastly prefer San Francisco. [SO DRY, seriously Vegas is like the most anti-Vulcan a city could be.]

I'm afraid I may be indisposed for the rest of the port. It's been quite some time since I've been in a climate remotely similar to Vulcan's.

[Private to Ivy]

I take it you've found there's a limit on the cards we were given. [Are you doing something disappointing. :|] You're welcome to join me outside the city, if you find it tiresome.

[Private to Trip]

Join me. [YES SHE IS FUCKING WITH YOU HUBBY. You have to figure out where she went first. And then make faces. It's expected.]

[Private to Merlin]

Did you speak with him? [Insert secret concern here.]