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Recently, I bought a personal item from one of the auctions in Markutte. In light of recent network posts of a festive Terran nature and having been exposed to Christmas before with far more ceremony, purely out of deference for a family member, I am aware that giving is very much in the spirit of the season. As purchasing gifts for a wide range of individuals would be a waste of resources and time which I must covet for my scientific studies, I am instead inclined to use the instrument in my possession.

It is a Vulcan harp.

[ Instruments, literal instrument ... Get it? ~~Whatever, his attempts at humor are golden.~~ Straight-faced, Spock leans back in his chair and settles it against his right shoulder, beginning to play. His left hand is bandaged, but he pays it no mind; after the post, green blood will have bitten through and the wraps will need changing.

Firstly, Brahms Intermezzo is played to invest people in the music he studied intently during his recreational time as a child. Shortly after that lulls to a close, you might think this stuffy Vulcan has nothing more interesting to offer but, son, you would be wrong. Music is mathematics, after all, and Spock adjusts the knobs on the instrument to alter the octaves and sounds to more of a guitar-quality. That's when he delves into an improvised piece still kicking around his memory, composed long before he set foot on the Enterprise. His final performance is a gentle carol he is very familiar with, for his own personal reasons, and he doesn't rush it into the previous natural rhythm in the slightest, almost playing for someone ... who has expressed their preferences on the matter before. (Perhaps the family member he mentioned at the start, for attentive listeners.)

The song is Silent Night. ]

( OOC: Vulcan harps/lyres are ridiculous, but these are the sound ranges, for reference. )

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[Internal sigh.]

That makes a lot of sense, but an activity that is considered 'recreational' means that it must be something that is enjoyed or relaxing.

[Yes he's trying to out-logic a Vulcan.]

I am sufficiently 'at ease', Mr. Chekov, though in adopting such a vernacular it would imply my emotional state was compromised to begin with, which it was not. Regardless, does that information satisfy you?

[Chekov has seen Spock "emotionally compromised" on several occasions. It usually involves someone getting the crap beaten out of them.]

I did not intend to imply otherwise, Commander. I simply meant-- [He's struggling to find the right way to say this. He didn't realize it was such a human sentiment.]-- I suppose the best way is to compare it to the feeling around the Turtle's head. For instance, I may be relaxed and at ease, but doing something like playing music or running can deepen my relaxation. Sort of like slipping into a completely balanced state of calm.

[Something quite rare for him-- he's usually going a mile a minute and his mind rarely slows down.]

That ... is not an inaccurate analogy.

[ With an agreeable nod. ]

[He's a touch relieved that Spock understood what he meant.]

Thank you for the gift, Commander. I appreciated it very much.

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