-it has three corners. [Wednesday Evening]

[highfunctioning]

 Of course.

It was so simple.  So utterly, embarrassingly obvious.  

How had he not seen it before? 

This is why he'd been brought here.  The feeling had been building for days, that he'd been missing the bigger picture, that he was going about things the wrong way.  He was attacking his current predicament with science; scrutinizing blood samples, messing about with cybernetically enhanced rats, trying to put together patterns of the people that came on board... But to what end?  What was the point of knowing the cage, if he was powerless to break free?  How much more interesting to use what was at hand to his advantage, and thus gain the ultimate freedom?!  This morning Sherlock had woken to find himself completely certain that the Proserpina was not a test, nor a punishment, but his great reward for being so extraordinary and working so tirelessly.  He was on a vessel in space; a vast, untamed frontier.  The possibilities were endless for a man with a quick mind, no fear, and nothing to lose.  

For a pirate.


Abandoning his supper of sugar cereal and chocolate milk, which he'd forgotten was the perfect meal, Sherlock stood and practically sprinted to the wardrobe.  A familiar voice usually wouldn't have dissuaded him from this kind of mission, but he was actually dying to share his revelation with someone.  

Besides which, he'd be needing a crew...

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[oneandtogether]

Spock had been feeling physically better by the minute since the others had left to go down to the planet's surface. Ironic, since he had only gotten progressively more annoyed by the fact that he had been unable to accompany them. He had started out yesterday attempting to control his annoyance, but the reduction in his symptoms seemed accompanied by an equal reduction in his control over his emotions.

He was aware, somewhat distantly, that he would normally be concerned by this occurrence. But here, now, he did not think it was anything to worry about. He was annoyed; what of it? If other people disapproved, they did not have to vocalize it-- and if they did, Spock had no problem teaching them to regret their forwardness.

He was looking for Jim, but rounded the corner to find Sherlock and Mycroft engaged in heated conversation. "Good afternoon," he said, nodding at them with a pleasant smile.