-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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[firstcylon]

Zoe had been feeling more and more restless over the last couple of days. Ever since everybody else had gone down to the planet - Earth, they said, but she hadn't felt God's revelation. She hadn't felt anything but humid heat and the bite of bugs, and she had come back up quickly enough. Now, though, she was feeling God's touch upon her, guiding her feet until she came to the observation deck.

She had half expected to find Gaius there, but instead she found Jim, and the slight clicks of her stilettos on the floor announced her arrival before she even walked through the doorframe and into the room.

God had led her there.

"The beauty of creation..." she stated, her voice trailing off.

[the_iceman]

Likewise it was perfectly obvious to Mycroft why he had been put here; to protect and to serve. (And to eat copious amounts of cake and chocolate chip cookies, but that was beside the point.) His brother was an unguided missile, a hurricane blind to its destruction, a unique mind threatened by its own recklessness. This space ship was a dangerous place and as with any dangerous place it became only more dangerous when his brother was set loose in it.

He was here to protect his brother. He needed to be guarded and guided. From the world, from this ship, from himself.
And apparently, from the wardrobe.

“What are you doing?” He asked, a frown wrinkling his forehead and worry evident in his eyes.

[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.

[highfunctioning]

Sherlock turned on his heel, Mycroft forgotten, mind moving on to more exciting conversations.

"Spock! Just the person I need. You've some command experience, which makes you uniquely qualified to help me."

He grinned, which was an unnerving sight when you weren't prepared for it.

[firstcylon]

"Something befitting your station," Zoe agreed, meaning the clothing they were on their way to get from the wardrobe room, as they rounded the corner, and came in view of Mycroft, Sherlock, and Spock. She stopped walking, her hand in the crook of Jim's elbow, and smiled, then turned that smile on Jim. "Spock would fight for you, wouldn't he. He must be your second-in-command, Jim."

God had led them here to find him. Maybe there would be positions for the two men from Earth, as well, although one of them she did not know.

[oneandtogether]

Spock's eyebrows both rose. "Help you with what?" Sherlock looked even more manic than usual, and Mycroft appeared to be standing near him only under great duress. He looked back at Sherlock and frowned, concerned. "Has something happened?"

[to_boldly]

"Yes," says Jim, leaving Zoe's side to join Spock's. He takes him by the shoulders, the new energy thrumming through him making it the easiest thing in the world to turn Spock away from Sherlock and towards him.

"Spock," he says, "Spock. I'm taking over the Proserpina, and I want you to be my First Officer. Again."

[highfunctioning]

Sherlock did like the pair who had just arrived. They were entirely too pretty and talking about God besides.

"I'm very sorry to say that God, however you understand him, has nothing at all to do with what's happening to us. Also the Proserpina is unavailable because she is now The Adventure Galley and we're going to be pirates."

He wasn't upset and certainly didn't need to raise his voice; it was a dispassionate statement of fact.

[the_iceman]

Protecting Sherlock was always a first priority. From himself when he was attempting something idiotic, such as taking over the ship to become a pirate. Or from others, when they were attempting the ridiculous.

That said, he didn't like the implication of 'we're going to be pirates'.

"I'm most certainly not. Nor are you," he said - demanded - to Sherlock. "Nor, for that matter, that drunk rioter with a Mozes complex. I'm sure you will understand." To Spock, who would certainly bring that man Kirk to order.

[firstcylon]

"There is a right, and there is a wrong, and only through the one true God can we know the difference," Zoe stated as she walked up to them, more slowly, her eyes on the two men from Earth. "We won't be pirates. We'll be doing God's will. You can stand with us, or you can step aside, but I would advise against standing in our way."

She looked like a dressed up doll, but there was a real threat to her words - that which only came from one with true and utter faith. In God, in herself, and in Jim.

[to_boldly]

Pirates. Jim is briefly jealous of the idea, and the sweet ship name all the moreso, but he knows neither is his path. He's an explorer, a scientist, and he can't allow the Prosperpina - his ship - to be sullied.

"Like hell," he says to Sherlock in the wake of Zoe's magnificent approach. How he hadn't seen her for the oracle she is before, Jim has no idea.

"Spock?"

[oneandtogether]

Spock listened to everyone talking at him-- Mycroft, whose argument was logical and sensible; Sherlock, who Spock usually judged to be right about everything; Zoe, who was smarter than anyone gave her credit for; and Jim, who had the ability to make none of that matter to Spock in the slightest.

"Mr. Holmes, I regret that I must decline your generous offer." He may have been initially surprised to learn that he became Kirk's first officer, assuming that he would leave Starfleet to aid in the rebuilding of Vulcan culture. But here, now, nothing made more sense. Believing in destiny was not logical, but Spock was finding it difficult to do anything else.

"Captain," he said, addressing his friend with a nod. "What is your plan?"