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Log 009 [Video/Action]

[On Day One, Robin will open the journal and look faintly bemused... ~~Though she's been waiting for the distraction.~~]

Well then, this is interesting. There seems to be Alabasta outside my window. [~~how familiar~~]

I hear pyramids are often rigged with death traps, curses and murder. [An open invitation to go exploring with her]

Days 1-2

[Either by going into a pyramid or falling through an unseen pit of sand, you will find Robin in the tombs, investigating hieroglyphs, treasures or mutilated mummies.]

Day 3

[Robin will be on a ~~not really~~ tame Mammoth, exploring the chilly countryside and might offer rides to weary passersby or, then again, might ignore them completely]

Days 4-5

[Robin will be relaxing in the Shogunate, you may find her reading under a cherry tree, dressed in the local wear though she does have an eye (or several) open in case of ninja]

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[Spock raises an eyebrow...] The shift has only just started, it is only logical that you, like me, live in this surrounding area.

[Spock avoids the depression in the ground... hoping that Robin was warning him, and not wanting him to actually go over it...]

Vulcan's usually attempt to stay out of human politics... They are fueled by emotion. However, the decision making factors that the Vulcan high council has in regards to starfleet are substantial. Vulcans are the reason why humanity has the technological advance that it does...

Usually, yet you seem to be in the thick of it. So you can't say you're any less pretentious than 'Starfleet' is no matter what your species.

[A few hands grow from the sand to try and trigger the trap and it falls away to reveal a hole that goes deep underground. Hmm.]

It looks like a long way down. [she glances at Spock]

Would you care to jump?

Perhaps.

[Spock pauses at her suggestion...]

I am rather disinclined. [Spock gestures towards the hole... and arches an eyebrow.] However, it is part of most cultures to say 'ladies first'...

Very well.

[though she does not jump so much as step into the hole, falling for most of the way before creating a hand net near the base.]

There seems to be a doorway here. But I can't read the writing....

[she pushes her sunglasses further up on her head and tries to trace the hieroglyphs with her fingers to get some sense of them]

Fascinating...

[Spock holds in a noise of exasperation... And follows Robin into the hole.
It's a rather small space, but he maintains a certain distance... and observes the markings.]

Fascinating indeed. They follow Earth's ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. My mother was always rather fond of that era.
I believe the message states a warning... and that the only way into the temple is through 'unmovable courage'...

....

......It appears we are sinking Miss Robin...

[She did not ask him to follow her but since he does she at least as the courtesy of leaving the net for him so he doesn't break both his legs. She is not going to take his word on the temple, though. She has no reason to trust his accuracy and it sounds a generic warning if anything.

She glances at him at his sinking statement]

It appears you are. [She, however, is sitting on a small seat of hands anchored to the wall]

That could be kind of doorway platform that moves on sand. Or it could be quicksand that will slowly crush you to death.

[She rests her chin on her hand and watches him]

I wonder which.

[Spock gives her a flat look...]

Would you be amenable to... helping me out of the quicksand?

Would I be amenable? No.

Will I do it anyway? That is the question.

[she watches him for a moment. Slowly sinking. It would be a horrible death if it is not a door. In which case it still might be a horrible death but at least a quick one. ]

Tell me why I should.

[Considering the situation... Spock still manages to give her a flat look... as if to say "are you serious?"...

But then yes.... she really is.]

What do you want to hear? I am at a loss for this form of interaction.

However... I believe the correct human response is that... I will owe you a debt?

[Silly Vulcan. She was going to save you anyway, even if she doesn't particularly like you, you haven't done anything to her yet. But since you are offering]

I'll hold you to that.

[You should know better than to make deals with the devil. Still, hands sprout from the walls and wrap around your arms, hauling you out of the sand. The sand shifts a little, but stills. It appears that there was no hidden door after all.]

Up or in, Vulcan-san?

[Spock is... willing to take his chances... Plus, he believes that Robin will not truly kill him.]

I would like to be removed from this hole... please, Miss Robin.

[She regards him for a moment. It would be easier to send him out... but on the other hand--she did not ask for his company and yet here he is]

How sad for you.

[And she continues to study the door, wondering how to get it open. There doesn't seem to be a keyhole of any kind. Perhaps just a big push?]

[Spock... waits.

He exhales a little more loudly than a normal Vulcan would, but that's not because he's showing impatience or anything...]

Sadness is a human emotion... However, if you require help, I will assist you... but I would need to be let go of...

In an appropriate place. [Spock decides to tack on that last bit.... just in case.]

It was a metaphor. [Though his words catch her] Do Vulcans not have sadness? Are they incapable or merely restrained?

[She doesn't need his help as such. So he'll just have to hang around]

We are... capable of experiencing sadness. However, I believe the word is 'controlled'....

[Spock tries to move... to see how solid a grip she has on him...

He would not want to hurt her...]

Controlled? Is it for a biological reason or cultural one?

[Her grip is sure though not tight. She frowns at him for wiggling since it takes more work to hold onto him]

Vulcan-san, the entire floor is quicksand. I don't know where it is you intend to go.

You could argue both...

The Vulcan race used to be a warrior race... and one of extreme violence. If it was not for one Vulcan who saw reason and logic, then the whole planet would have tore itself apart...[Not that that mattered now...]

Because of the ways of Surak, we have the means to control our emotions and dedicate our time to science and exploration... for the betterment of the universe.

[Spock looks down...]

It would seem that I am going nowhere Miss Robin...

Oh is that so?

[She wonders how much of the mythos is true. How much exaggerated. Tales and apocalyptic warnings always carried much fiction in spite of their real world meaning. She dismisses the betterment comment as "betterment" is largely up to interpretation and changes with the times.]

So it is some sort of religion...

[and thinking of religion... She glances at the door again, peering at the different symbols. What could mean courage here? What could be sacred here? A hand blossoms from the wall and feels around the picture that looks like a sun and then presses it. With a creaking and grating of stone the door opens. To reveal a dark interior.]

It seems we've found the way in...

It would only be considered religion as it is a lifestyle... however, as it is based on logic it is also our governing institution...

Though I am beginning to question their methods. [Spock mutters this last statement...]

I am privileged that you consider this accomplishment a group effort Miss Robin...
What do you suggest we do?

Questioning their methods already? You're becoming a rebel, Vulcan-san. [She sounds mildly amused.

the hands that are holding him to the wall burst into a shower of petals so that he drops onto the sand and she gestures to the looming blackness of the open doorway]

After you.

[Spock gives her an assessing look.... and quirks an eyebrow...]

Considering events leading up to this point, I am rather disinclined to enter at this time...

Though I am tempted to say 'Ladies first'... I do not believe that would be the correct response in the situation...

[Spock gives here another 'look'.. then takes a flashlight from his messenger bag....turning it on, he enters the darkness.]

You seem to care a lot about the correct response.

[Robin drops down and follows him into the dark. It's difficult to see much but it seems like a narrow hall with marks that had been there before, gouged away. History destroyed. Unknowable.]

Perhaps there is no correct response. Or perhaps what you've thought of to be correct has been wrong all this time.

[Fascinating, it would seem that they are not talking about the same thing anymore....

Or perhaps they were, but he did not recognize it.
Spock turns, the flashlight between them, and with his head tilted in curiosity he gives her a look...]

Miss Robin....

...you are very insightful. Perhaps you are....correct. [And that was probably the most difficult thing for Spock to admit since entering Luceti...]

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