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[002] Voice - Welcome Back

[Daria looks older since she was last seen, maybe even 30. Her looks have stabilized to something a little less painfully plain, though still intellectual, and her clothes suit her frame. However, she looks every bit as unimpressed as her younger self would.

She remembers how this goes, and turns on the voice feed for her version of letting people know she's back and seeing who's still here that she remembers. Surprisingly, that will be quite a lot of people.]

I thought I stopped having these dreams way back before college.

Must be nerves.

[She is also under the impression that her time in Luceti ended some time ago, and that she has inexplicably been brought back.

Just in time for Valentine's Day, it turns out.]

(ooc: also open to vday antics - partial list of personal traits and attractive traits here)

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Well... It's not calculus, but I get by. [She's flattered, really, that it's been complimented.]

Um. But do you mind if I ask... did you mean that to look this way?

[The Vulcan thinks about it for a long moment.]

I...I do not know...

Though I must admit Daria... that I am infatuated with you.

[Now hold on there just a minute. That's way too quick and sudden.

On the other hand... he really is cute. ~~Did she just think that?~~ He's a gentleman, too. Educated, cultured... (At least those are qualities that matter more.)]

Believe me when I say I'm flattered. And intrigued. But I'm pretty sure we should know each other at least a little while first. [Like... over the totally-not-a-date they're embarking on right now?]

[Spock looks interested....]

Then what do you suggest we do Daria?

How should we get to know each other....?

[Spock's attention was fully on Daria... and a part of Spock's mind was telling him to 'please stop...please stop now...']

Let's just start with the wine. [She wasn't foolish enough to get drunk in this situation, but it might help her relax.]

That is well....

Though, alcohol does not effect Vulcans the same as humans... that is why I have the chocolates.

[Spock is starting to grin kind of stupidly now....He's finished off his plate of fine chocolates.]

[She kind of hopes he isn't saying the chocolate is making him drunk. It wasn't a liqueur, was it? Anyway, it would explain his... haste.]

Chocolates are always a good gift for a woman, too. [No, this would not end well.]

Indeed? I was not aware....

[Spock suddenly stumbled his way out of the booth... then returned shortly with two plates of chocolates.

He placed one in front of Daria...]

My gift to you...

[Big smile! The Vulcan sat back down then indulged in another piece of chocolate.]

Trust me. Some things are universal. Even if that leads to stereotypes and generalizations.

I do not like stereotypes...

...they are very... disagreeable....

[Spock pouted and ate another chocolate.]

[She'd mostly been joking.]

Sorry. Guess that didn't translate well.

[So had he... Spock leans forward once more, practically batting his eyes.]

The English language is an interesting phenomenon... one of the most difficult that I have ever had to learn...

There is much that I do not yet understand.

[He comes on a bit strong... but on the other hand, it's not like people beat down her door for dates, and she doubts that's going to change as she slips through her thirties into even older numbers. It's kind of flattering. Especially since she's kind of attracted to him already, she's realizing.

At least he's not crude. That's a definite plus, too.]

I can help you with your language practice. [... She just almost made a comment about helping him learn a foreign 'tongue'. Kill her now.]

I am most amenable to that suggestion. [gawd spock.. what are you on.]

Though I must admit that my comprehension on the English language is limited in the area of emotion...

How do you tell someone that you are attracted to them? [Drum roll please....]

I don't have a whole lot of experience in that, but I guess if you were going to say it, it'd be something like 'I like you' or asking them on a date somewhere.

[She's going to be over here hoping he means her, but pretty sure he doesn't. They've just met - what is she even thinking?]

May I ask what exactly constitutes as a 'date'?

[Spock's eyes twinkle as he regards Daria.

Soon they will put two and two together.]

[As far as her experience suggests, that can be very vague at times. But there's one surefire she's learned:]

I think it's a date if both people say it is. [Because really, it could be anything from a study date to Disneyland.]

Do you think this is a date?

[Oh. Oh! This is-

his
idea
of a date.

Well, it's not like it couldn't be. A man and woman having a meal and hanging out together awhile?]

I could probably be convinced that it is.

Indeed?

How could I convince you~?

[Spock is gone... gone gone gone...]

[Spock, there's just one thing. She kind of likes bluntness.]

It'd probably start with you asking me for a date.

Then it is fortunate that I have asked you on one.

[Spock opened his palms and gestures to the area around them.]

And here we are.
It is fortunate too that I like you very much.

You're not so bad yourself, but I'll deny it if I'm ever asked.

[At least, if she's ever asked by Quinn, who is likely to make a Very Big Deal out of it even now.]

Is that your way of saying that you like me too?

[Spock lightly pouts...]

To borrow a human phrase... 'you wound me'...

You would deny us even with your friends?

I'm not denying you. I'm denying being a silly woman who let herself get caught up in the moment despite all her ranting about common sense.

	
		OSZAR »

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