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[Not long after this post from the Malnosso's new therapist, there is a huge racket going on at the Welcome Center. His rage at the thought of being taken to therapy and his instability in Luceti has gone over the edge and Walter is screaming and throwing chairs and bed mattresses, lamps and anything else he can get his hands on. The tirade is caught on video as he throws his journal across the room, smashing it into the wall and jolting it on. It shows him upside down.]

I will not go! They can't make me!

Peter! Peter!! [He picks up a glass and smashes it against the far wall.]

Disgusting, dirty, everything is contaminated with their evil! They're watching our every move! Everything we do! Our entire lives - our privacy, our names!

Damn vipers among our ranks and we can't even ferret them out?!

I won't go! I will NOT be taken again!! Peter! You can't let them take me again!

[He grabs a lamp and smashes it against the floor repeatedly.]

I'll find how you watch us and I'll destroy it! I'll find it and destroy it!!!

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I-I don't know. It's ancient, far older than anything recorded on our planet, left by what were called the First People. [He looks up at Spock, tears in his eyes.] My son is the key to powering the machine, but it will kill him. I will lose him and I have to let him go so he can save the world.

[Spock's brows furrowed...]

Do you know that for certain? [If there was a chance for a small grain of hope, then they could at least explore other theories.]

[He searches his pockets, but they're empty. He hasn't found the drawing since coming to Luceti, even though he searches.]

He has proven that the machine only reacts to him, but... there was a drawing - an ancient drawing that showed us... I don't have it anymore. [Walter keeps searching, turning his pockets inside out]

Confound it! Is nothing where it needs to be anymore?!

[Spock just stands there.]

Please, remain calm. Perhaps the drawing you speak of has appear in the items shop? That is often the case for those of us who had belongings that did not make it through being transported here.

God, I hope not...If anyone got it into their heads to create that machine, it could be disastrous.

[He stops rifling through his pockets and finds his pen again, writing on his right hand: Find Blueprints.]

I doubt anyone here would want to build that machine, nor posses the materials to do so. It takes quite some time to develop anything at all here.

[Spock's own hand twitched in reaction. He would never write anything on it, goodness.
Well, at least Walter seemed calmer now.]

Do you still have interest in seeing my lab?

Time, it seems, is what we have in abundance here if calculations are correct. From what I heard, it's often all we have - free time.

[He reached behind himself and pulled out a feather, wincing at the strange pain.]

Yes. I need a variable sample. Give me one of your feathers.

[Spock stares at Walter, eyes wide in surprise and shock as the feather is pulled from his wing. How could he do that and not show pain?]

No. Any wing alteration causes severe, chronic pain. I suggest you refrain from mutilating yourself, otherwise you may succumb to unconsciousness.

Oh stop being a baby, it's only one.

[Even if he sort of wants to throw up now. It's for SCIENCE, Spock!]

[Spock shakes his head. He has morals, after all. And if he finds out that Walter has been asking other people for their feathers, they'll have to have a 'chat'.]

Follow me please.

[The Vulcan leads them out of the building, and towards his home.]

[He follows, but as he does, he's trying to get his hands on one of Spock's feathers. IT'S ONLY ONE. COME ON, SCIENCE BRO.]

[Spock resists the urge to flap his hands at Walter to keep him away from his wings, but manages to refrain as they arrive at his house. Taking them inside, the Vulcan leads them to a door with a keypad... and promptly codes it to open the door.]

Please, come in.

[Inside is cramped and crude, especially considering what Spock is used to, but the lab serves its purpose.]

[Well then. He heads inside, marvelling at the advanced tech in here. Of course, it makes sense his tech is advanced - he's Spock, but it was still fascinating to see in person. He goes to one of the cabinets and taps it, peering at it.]

And you were able to recreate all of this from scratch?

It took quite some time, and no small amount of patience, but it is functional. Most of this runs off of my PADD.

[The Vulcan holds up a sleek tablet.] This is what I use to create various simulation programs at the Dome.

If it assists you, please feel free to utilize this lab whenever you wish.

I may yes.....

[He trails off, tapping the various surfaces to see what does what. Until he can recreate his own lab, this will do - most of the equipment here is far advanced beyond anything he knows in his own world. He gingerly rests his palm against one of the drawers and closes his eyes.]

Thank you...Mr. Spock. I-I feel much better knowing there are labs here.

[Spock can appreciate that... needing something to center yourself in a place so strange and inexplicable.]

There is no weakness in asking for assistance, and I am pleased that I could be of help to you. You are welcome here.

[Indeed. As long as he doesn't destroy anything, Walter is welcome to come here anytime.]

[ooc: We can fade it you wish~ But please know that I absolutely love these two~ I would very much like to plot with you in the future. ^_^]

As you will be in my lab once I have it.

...There may not be weakness, but it can be difficult sometimes.

[He smiles faintly and then pulls his hand away, rubbing his left in his right, held tight against his chest.]

I-I can be difficult to understand sometimes... But thank you. I'll be going now.

[He turns and nods his head to Spock with a small, boyish smile of appreciation. Then he heads out for now, back to the Welcome Centre to fix the mess he made.

ooc: I definitely want to continue the CR!]

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