[ it is deeply worrying, despite spock remaining as staid as he ever gets at this age in the face of it. so: a knit brow and little else, but even that's still telegraphing wildly compared to his older self.
spock has not yet spoken to many people here, and of the ones he has, he has varying opinions. it would be prudent to get to know people at their baseline personality and watch for changes. he is currently unaware they have reached the same conclusion. but it's just logical, and he would not be surprised to find out.
this is not the first time the other man has asked him to call him jim. it had taken a lot of insistence on chris' part for spock to relent, for various reasons, not the least of which being how much of a higher standard as a vulcan he's being held to. case in point: t'pring's comparatively far more relaxed way of greeting him. sure, he isn't her commanding officer, but if spock so much as made that slip of rank in front of anyone... well. but he had managed to slip into that familiarity with his captain and—
—is there a reason other than that, in this case, save an ingrained sense of propriety? they are not on a starship, they are not on official starfleet business, this man is not (yet, his mind supplies, quiet reminder) his superior officer. there are no other vulcans here so far as he is aware.
this is a weirdly long pause, he realizes, so he snaps himself out of it and gives a quick nod. ]
Jim, then, I request a list of your allergies so that I may record them. [ is it a joke to just repeat the same ask in different wording with the name change... ]
When you were eating [ because they all ate ] did you also notice that some aspects of the food that appeared Terran in nature were not accurate? [ because of fucking course spock noticed seeds in the wrong place in the fruits and shit. ] As though they are attempting to acclimate their captives more gently, but for some reason are either unable to or simply have decided not to ensure perfect substitutes. [ ... which leads into how spock will be scanning everything just in case they fucked something up and there's peanuts or some shit in the middle of a watermelon. ]
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spock has not yet spoken to many people here, and of the ones he has, he has varying opinions. it would be prudent to get to know people at their baseline personality and watch for changes. he is currently unaware they have reached the same conclusion. but it's just logical, and he would not be surprised to find out.
this is not the first time the other man has asked him to call him jim. it had taken a lot of insistence on chris' part for spock to relent, for various reasons, not the least of which being how much of a higher standard as a vulcan he's being held to. case in point: t'pring's comparatively far more relaxed way of greeting him. sure, he isn't her commanding officer, but if spock so much as made that slip of rank in front of anyone... well. but he had managed to slip into that familiarity with his captain and—
—is there a reason other than that, in this case, save an ingrained sense of propriety? they are not on a starship, they are not on official starfleet business, this man is not (yet, his mind supplies, quiet reminder) his superior officer. there are no other vulcans here so far as he is aware.
this is a weirdly long pause, he realizes, so he snaps himself out of it and gives a quick nod. ]
Jim, then, I request a list of your allergies so that I may record them. [ is it a joke to just repeat the same ask in different wording with the name change... ]
When you were eating [ because they all ate ] did you also notice that some aspects of the food that appeared Terran in nature were not accurate? [ because of fucking course spock noticed seeds in the wrong place in the fruits and shit. ] As though they are attempting to acclimate their captives more gently, but for some reason are either unable to or simply have decided not to ensure perfect substitutes. [ ... which leads into how spock will be scanning everything just in case they fucked something up and there's peanuts or some shit in the middle of a watermelon. ]