The Aftermath

[logical_hobgoblin]

Spock is not pleased.

Pike is not pleased.

There might not be yelling, but the silence is deafening.

Spock has been decontaminated and taken out of the suit, but he's still locked behind an airtight barrier to ensure he's not still able to infect anyone else with whatever it is he came into contact with on the planet. So far, he's not exhibiting any symptoms, but it's unknown whether that's due to humanoid biology, or Vulcanoid biology, or because the virus is ineffectual in an oxygen atmosphere.

Despite all the people poking and prodding at him, he's still working away silently on his PADD, filling out reports. He might as well make use of his time.

Comments

[theoriginalcaptain]

"Well, luckily Starfleet likes to deal with uncharted territory." Something Vulcans do not seem to be all that into, Pike is starting to think.

[logical_hobgoblin]

Oh, Vulcans are quite fond of uncharted territory, when it's purely scientific. Dealing with highly emotional species, however, is not their forte.

"It would seem." Finally, Spock will touch his salad. He hasn't particularly felt comfortable enough to do so while talking about his past. Maybe eating will signal an end to that particular conversation.

[theoriginalcaptain]

Pike will take that hint, and they eat in silence. He's perfectly content to sit there without any conversation, so take as long as you like, Spock.

[logical_hobgoblin]

Spock is fairly methodical in eating his salad. Each forkful has an even distribution of all components so that no one particular thing gets left at the end. He also seems oblivious that an outside observer might think this silence is very, very awkward.

[theoriginalcaptain]

Pike is trying to be polite and not watch at the Vulcan while he's eating, otherwise he would have picked up on that fact. But this whole situation is weird enough without adding in creepy staring.

It's not until they've both finished and he's clearing the dishes that he speaks again. "Do Vulcans drink?"

[logical_hobgoblin]

Spock is not entirely comfortable with letting Pike clear the dishes. He is the captain. As a mere cadet, Spock should be the one to do hat, but it does not seem as if Pike's sense of 'playing host' will allow that at this particular juncture.

So, Spock simply settles himself further into his Vulcan-friendly chair and tips his head curiously at his superior officer. "I will assume that by 'drink', you are referring to the ambiguous colloquialism humans have for consuming alcohol. Vulcans can consume alcohol, but will not become inebriated by it."

[theoriginalcaptain]

Yes, he will absolutely refuse all motions of help and let Spock sit in his comfy chair more.

"You would assume correctly. No effect? I know of many humans who would like that little quirk." Well, perhaps the after effects would be more accurate. Even Pike has wanted to skip the hangover sometimes.

"Care for a martini, then? They're not as good as Dr. Boyce's, I'm afraid, but they'll do." He will actually wait for Spock to answer before dialing up a drink for him, but he's already getting one for himself.

[logical_hobgoblin]

Spock ponders on that for a moment. "Very well." There is no harm in him having a 'drink', after all, other than the excess of calories, but he can burn that off in the gym easily enough. It would be rude to decline.

He has never had a martini, either. Perhaps this will be educational.

[theoriginalcaptain]

He's a little surprised that Spock actually agrees, but he hands him the first martini out of the replicator. "Enjoy."