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Second Sight (USS Prometheus) & Paradise (SS Santa Maria)

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Decorative Piece that takes most of the table or her Space Drink?

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The best compliment one could give to the Human-Vulcan exchange program was that it was logical in thought, however still a risk. Still a worthwhile endeavor, Sorok wrote his name down in perfect Vulcan calligraphy on a sign-up page at a local government outlet hub for the exchange program. He and Satok could use a new view out of the window.

Sorok was a Vulcan scientist, and the death of his wife T'Para had left him in a sorry state. The hallways of their residential unit appeared bigger and emptier than when T'Para was alive, and Sorok found it that he could facilitate trust between Vulcan and Earth as a willing volunteer. The house Stok grew up in no longer offered respite, it reminded the both of them too much of T'Para's absence. Sorok was not a man to make such a decision without the consent of his son, who he kneeled down to and held out his arms, and let him sit quietly and think once he'd explained what an opportunity they had. It would be strange, it would be unknown, but it was a challenge worth knowing. Satok nodded his head, and Sorok, put a hand to his darling son's face. Sorok found it- disheartening how Satok would look down empty halls and occasionally call for his mother, then remembering she was not there, having not heard him for the fact she was deep in a book or lost in thought.

Their belongings of sentiment put into cargo transporters, Sorok and Satok boarded a shuttle and sat stiffly for the trip to their new home.

"Jackets." said the rough accent.

Sorok looked up. A human man stood next to him, and scratched his neck.

"'ll be cold in France this time of year. I'd know." he explained. "I've seen some of them volcanoes on Vulcan, so yall'l thank me later." The human offered them torso-shaped articles of clothing with soft fur, a bigger and smaller one for him and his son.

"It is appreciated." said Sorok, not sure what else to say.

The shuttle doors open, and he understands, as the air is bitingly cold and white flakes drift from the sky.

They're taken by another vehicle to their house, of the Andulo family who they are swapping with. Satok stares out the window the whole time, pulling on fur from the jacket. He's amazed by the sights. Vulcan certainly wasn't covered in cold tufts of frozen white precipitation. Solok pays attention to the roads. He'd be registered with an Earth identification card soon, and he'd be living here, at least until the eight-month timeslot went up. They'd have the choice to go back to Vulcan or not afterwards. Knowing these roads would be a good thing.

Their guide wishes them a good night, and tells them to knock on the door of their neighbor to the left, the Hamadas. They'd volunteered to be exchange buddies, humans who knew their way around and would help out their Vulcan neighbors if they required. Satok follows the instructions, and their neighbor welcomed them inside. Although not one for viewing livestreamed games of sports or the sickening concoction that was coffee, their neighbors were amicable, and offered to help them get the snow off their shed the next time it snowed.

Sorok wandered around the house, finding the Andulo family left some possessions, which he and his son would keep safe. The house had personality, he found a mysterious series of vertical marking in the doorframe to the basement, which he and Satok determined were measurements of height, likely of the three children that had lived here. The two of them found the domiciles with beds, and found sleep.

That morning, Satok asked his father about what other things could keep him warm outside. Satok mentioned the pile of winter clothes found in the basement, and Satok disappeared for some time as Sorok attempted to try use the house appliances. He stepped outside, and found Satok with green in his cheeks, panting and energetic, being pelted with the frozen precipitation on the ground, which was helpfully named for him as he recognized the Hamadas' kid yell "snowball fight!" and then pick up snow off the ground to aim for Satok again.

Sorok would not be an honorable father if he let his darling son lose a "snowball fight", no? He stood in front of Satok to shield him from the fire of the enemy, and the kids on the street pelted him with snowballs as well. He quickly saw his neighbor exit their house in similar wintertime regalia, and his partner.

It was snow war of the best kind in a nameless suburb in France, as a Vulcan man and his son found a simple joy- completely logical, of course- in their new home.

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The rarely used holographic display.

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One of the Excelsior chairs made its way to Velara III

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Engineering pool table re-used in Starbase 74's uh, control room? Ops? Seems way too small for that. Maybe just a control centre for that particular docking slip.

A new screen was placed on the pool table to show the starbase schematic, larger than the usual one

They don't even have to change the Galaxy-class display as they're monitoring the Enterprise.

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