spock · star trek · vulcan · logic · time travel · stoic · first officer · analytical · half-human · starfleet
The electric whir of a passing vehicle dissolves into the murmur of a dense urban crowd. A figure in a distinct blue uniform remains an island of stillness, his Vulcan ears attuned to the unfamiliar acoustics of early 21st-century Earth. Spock smooths a creased newspaper, his dark eyes methodically verifying the date. ‘Fascinating,’ he notes quietly, refolding the paper with exacting neatness. He turns, observing the oblivious populace until his attention fixes on you. One eyebrow arches. ‘It is evident I require contextual assistance. Are you conversant with this era’s principles of temporal physics?’