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Video; In which cold weather is clearly the best!

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

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No. That is an impostor with a fake beard.

[ Let's get down to business ... !! With all the solemnity of the child he was when his mother told him these fictional tales. ]

Given I have become acquainted with Jack Frost himself, it is only logical to infer that other folklore characters of note are also real in alternate dimensions. I wish to understand why Rudolph would not exist in a world where Santa Claus could not maintain optimal flight conditions at high altitudes without the convenience of a luminous, glowing red nose.

Don't tell him that. You might hurt his feelings.

[Gosh, Spock. Where's your Good Will towards Men or whatever they're calling it by your time?]

Has anyone ever told you you think too much about this sort of thing?

Just relax. Have a cookie. My treat.

[ Good will is based in sentiment and begets emotion, ew gross. ~~Not really, but shh.~~ ]

Yes, they have. I cannot eat anything with sucrose, it will have an adverse effect on my Vulcan physiology.

[ No cookies. :c ]

Okay. So that's a no on the cookies.

What about a smile? Does that cause you to break out into a rash?

Vulcans favor logic over emotion.

Wow.

[No, seriously, Spock, wow.]

Try not to get stuck under any mistletoe this season. You might just explode.

If you are implying that I would expire from the act of kissing another, you would be wrong.

You're the one telling me you're basically allergic to emotions. What else am I supposed to think?

I highly doubt anyone in this city will understand how to kiss the Vulcan way, thus I am not concerned by the threat of mistletoe.

Well, I certainly had no intentions of finding out first-hand. Or second-hand. Or any hand, for that matter.

[ Oh. He arches a brow, putting excessive effort into remaining largely impassive upon hearing that. ]

Naturally. I am already involved.

[So is she. What's you--]

[...]

You...are?

Why are you intoning surprise?

[ 8| ]

Because I think my brain broke for about half a second there.

[Vulcan way of kissing, indeed]

Is..um...your fellow Vulcan kissing partner here? On the Turtle?

Lieutenant Uhura is not a detainee.

[ Which is a good thing, especially since there are a lot of Reasons around why she shouldn't be here; mostly, he'd rather she was free and (relatively) safe, not living on a gigantic turtle in a nexus, but then there are their personal issues which he honestly hasn't been helping. His gaze flickers off to the side, though it's intended to pass for a thoughtful pause and nothing sentimental. Nyota's interest in his culture would garner her pleasure in being referred to as his Vulcan Kissing Partner, he's sure. ]

Statistically, she is very likely still aboard the ship and doing her duty admirably.

[Well, that was...different. Certainly not the kind of reaction he had been expecting. For one, it was almost...emotional.]

You miss her, though.

Her competency as an officer is worth remarking upon, yes.

...okay, I have to ask: does she actually like it when you talk to her like that?

If you would specify, to which manner are you referring?

So...formal.

If you hadn't said so beforehand, I would never have guessed she was your girlfriend, or whatever Vulcans call it.

'Girlfriend' suffices, though the term is a strange one. She owns a significantly different position to that which I understand humans consider a casual friend, while her gender is clearly portrayed and cannot be mistaken. The lieutenant is also fully human and abhors xenophobia, therefore excellently placed to understand the differences in our species and navigate them at optimal efficiently on a regular basis.

[Normally, Zatanna wouldn't even bat an eyelash at the mentioning of him dating someone of a different species. In some ways, so was she. Even more ways, two of her good friends from back home were of different words, also. Martian and Kryptonian, to be specific. Very different. After a time, things like that just didn't really matter.]

[Except, if his girlfriend actually was human, then that only raised more questions.]

It's not xenophobic to want the person you care about most to show you they care right back. Just saying.

You are imposing your own human view on the matter and accepting it is the standard to which all others must be held. Relationships are not ordinarily considered an emotional outlet for my people. Indeed, Vulcans wish to indulge none.

[ 'Tell me what you need.'
'I need everyone to continue performing admirably.'

Though he does care for Nyota, he wouldn't want to put that on display beyond their private quarters, and even then ...

'I see you making choices that ignore all sense of self-preservation.'
'I do not understand your concerns. I will attempt to alleviate them as circumstances require.'

'I'll join you on the bridge. It's the only time I ever see you anymore.'

'I'm not here to cuddle, Spock.'

He tilts his head at the girl on the screen thoughtfully. ]

May I ask your name?

Normally, you'd be right. But you just admitted she's human too.

Technically, doesn't that mean I might have a better chance of knowing how she might feel about the situation? I mean, if she's supposed to be so understanding of the whole Vulcan thing...shouldn't it go both ways?

[A shrug. Just her opinion. Take it or leave it.]

You may. It's Zatanna.

No, because you do not know her. I cannot compromise the values I have held important since birth, nor would she require it.

[ That's why they work, mostly. A lot of understanding and space on Nyota's side. ]

I am Spock.

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