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Greetings. I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise, a Starfleet contingent of the United Federation of Planets. I understand that we are temporally isolated as well as spatially displaced and that this is not a subdivision of any one possible multiverse, neither a pocket dimension of any one universe, but a unique quantum singularity linking many and each possible variation thereof. If others here have scientific findings of this nature, I pre-emptively extend my gratitude in the event of any information being divulged.

[ AKA pls share ur theories. He's not human, in case anyone with eyes and ears missed the blatant memo staring them in the face, the approximation of what would happen were a dollop of raw science ~~and a great jawline~~ to get mixed with an elf in a blender. Spock pauses thoughtfully, glancing away, and a single slender brow arches when he looks back; there are likely a great deal of customs to be observed from numerous new species and races, none of which he seeks to offend. ]

It has been brought to my attention that this is not my first foray into Keeliai. While I would request that you exert a measure of patience with my ... freshly acquired outlook, you will find me amenable to revisiting former acquaintances. [ Again he hesitates, though this time it comes across as more of an amendment. If you've been hanging out with his BFF, prepare to explain why, how and to what end. ] Similarly, I wish to meet with any and all allies of Captain James T. Kirk at their earliest convenience.

All remaining Starfleet personnel are to submit a fully comprehensive report effective immediately regarding their time here. Audio will suffice, given the circumstances.

[ And off goes the feed. ]

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[His hands drop to his sides, and it's fortunate he's facing away from Spock because, for the first time, he feels an incandescent rage, and a (ridiculous, and childish he thinks) need to rebel immediately against the statement.]

Good thing I'm not lacking, then.

[There's no humor in his voice. He turns to look at Spock, opens his mouth to add I don't like tests and then shrugs, and keeps silent.]

If you believe in luck, you may indeed consider it fortunate.

[ Turning on his heel, Spock moves to take his leave. ]

No such thing as luck.

[He adds a note of play to that, like he's teasing. Success depends on a plan that accounts for almost all variables, but that belongs to another time, and another Spock.]

See you at dinner, Spock. [He holds up his hand.] Live long, and prosper.

[ A curl of something settles in his lips as he pauses by the door. ]

Rest assured, I very much intend to survive long enough to join you for dinner.

[ The ta'al is given, but it's not without a tightly bridled echo of amusement, and then he makes his exit. ]

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