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[jolting]

Who: Victor Frankenstein and whoever else
Broadcast: Friends of Victor & James T. Kirk (AU)
Action: Lodges on the planet
When: Now-ish

[People who would consider themselves friends of Victor and James (mostly James since Victor sucks at being social) will get a ping on their device. On opening it, they will see they've gotten a wedding invitation!]

[Of course, Victor hasn't picked out WHICH lodge to host the ceremony in, so he'll be scoping those places out should anyone want to come and congratulate him, give him advice, etc]

Comments

[logicabounds]

[Spock nods his head, liking Victor more for the sound advice.]

Indeed we have. Enough that I feel confident in voicing my sincere approval of his future husband. I appreciate your advice, Dr. Frankenstein, and intend to take it. I would not miss such an important event.

[jolting]

Well... that's good to know. You don't have to be so formal, though. You can call me Victor.

[logicabounds]

Victor.

[He is absolutely going to call him 'Doctor' instead. It's just a hard habit to break.]

Was there anything else I could assist with? I know from observing marriages on board the Enterprise that they are often fraught with decisions and stressors. I would mitigate these for you, if possible.

[jolting]

That's good of you to offer. [He thinks over all the details and arrangements they need to make]

Do you think James would want to wear formal Starfleet attire for his wedding?

[logicabounds]

I believe it may be important to him to have something representative of his service to Starfleet. However, as he has been separated for so long, I may not be the ideal one to answer.

[Spock inclines his head, curious since he had arrived with just what he was wearing.]

Does he have his formal attire?

[jolting]

I'm sure one of them does. Of course, if he wants to wear a regular suit, that's fine, too. But we do need to have Starfleet in the ceremony somehow. Something from his world and something from mine.

[logicabounds]

[Spock's head inclines, curious still.]

I am not aware of your world. How it differs from ours. I would be interested in learning of it, Doctor.

[jolting]

You ever see a black-and-white horror movie? My world's like that. Though for the wedding, I'll be okay taking this planet as a substitute. It has the monsters, at least.

[logicabounds]

Fascinating.

[His head is just going to stay at this angle for the next hour. He can feel it already.]

So it is entirely in black and white? Were you aware of the lack of color, prior to arriving somewhere chromatic?

[jolting]

Not really. But then, if you grow up in a desert, can you really understand the concept of the ocean?

I know what colors are now, of course, even if I can't see them.

[logicabounds]

You have achromatopsia? [Spock doesn't sound like he pities Victor for it because he doesn't. He's simply learning more about him.]

I am curious whether this is a normal state for those in your universe or a characteristic of you specifically. Perhaps your universe is not black and white and you are one of the few that perceive it thus.

[jolting]

No, my world is definitely black-and-white. Someone from another world visited and I could tell immediately just from looking at him.

[logicabounds]

Fascinating.

[Spock leans forward, peering into Victor's eyes.]

Would you be opposed to my taking a diagnostic of your iris?

[jolting]

Sure, go ahead.

[Like he would really turn down a fellow scientist. He's pretty curious himself what the readings will show]

[logicabounds]

[Spock keeps peering, pleased at the easy consent.]

There is a rudimentary lab on my vessel. I believe there may be a more advanced one on other ships. Perhaps in one we can study the performance of your occipital lobe when exposed to different shades and colors. We may well discover significant differences.

[jolting]

That's a good idea. I'd be curious to see what those scans show.

[He wonders if there'd be any physical evidence of all the memory-altering magic he'd gone through]

You want to go ahead and do that now?

[logicabounds]

[Spock leans back and his eyebrows raise. That's about the only hint Victor will have that he is both pleased and impressed by him.]

Do you know where the most advanced lab may be located?

[jolting]

I don't know if it's the most advanced, but the medical lab on my ship's pretty good.

[logicabounds]

I am certain that will be a sufficient start.

[He gestures for Victor to lead the way.]

We can begin with the structure of your iris and retina. From there, the next step will be a study of your brain.

[jolting]

[He glances at the cabins, warring between his desire for science and to secure a place for his wedding. But the scans shouldn't take too long, and he can go over other details as they work. So Victor leads back to his ship]

And while you're doing that, let's focus on the part connected with memory. I've had my memory altered a few times and I'd like to know what, if any, physical traces would be evident.

[logicabounds]

[Spock follows along about as eagerly as an emotionless alien could be. He's already formulating experiments as they walk so Victor's folds in nicely with his plans.]

I believe that would be a highly worthwhile venture. There are many questions as to why certain people return with no knowledge and some retain all. Perhaps this will assist the conversation.

[jolting]

I highly doubt it, but it's worth checking out just in case.

[They eventually make it to the lab. Victor goes in first, expecting Spock knows his way around the various machines]

Gotta check with mods for what we'll see in the brain...

[logicabounds]

[He does. Spock quickly crosses over to the diagnostic area and selects everything he would need to survey Victor's eye.]

We shall begin with your optics. Would you prefer a seat?

[jolting]

[He does prefer a seat, so he takes one. He's never thought to run any of these tests before. Mostly because he was more focused on the world around him than the strangeness of himself.

And the technology here is more advanced. Maybe it'll pick up on something that twentieth-century tech wouldn't. He still has relatively good vision; he just never developed the ability to see colors, because he never needed to]

[ooc: I'm no brain expert, so I have no idea what having two sets of memories would even look like]