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Spock was sitting cross-legged on the floor on his side of the room, meditating, as was his wont. He could frequently be found thus, seeking serenity in the cold reassurances of logic.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for him tonight. But he didn't know that yet. So he was peacefully meditating.

((Open for the roommate, but if anyone else has cause to be in 512, they are of course welcome.))

Mostly c&p, because I'm lazy and madly refreshing isityuletideyet.com. La. For the new kid go here.

( Spock )

( Jill & Jack McTeague )

( Jenny Sparks )

( Steve Rogers )

( Skank Zero Hopeless-Savage )

( Z Delgado )

( The player )

Sorry, Tracy!

Also, apparently I never got around to infoposting for this guy last time. Haha I fail?

( The Students )

( The Teacher )

( The Alumni )

( The Player )

Questions? Comments? Did I leave anything out?

Spock found he could not argue with his parents' logic. He was half-Human, and had been raised entirely Vulcan, so it made sense for them to want him to experience the other half of his heritage. Though he had always thought his father wanted him to be as Vulcan as possible, this came as no real surprise.

It was their method he found fault with. Boarding school?

"I find it difficult to believe the caliber of education I will receive at this 'Fandom' school will be equivalent to the education I have been receiving here," Spock informed his father, who did not even look up from his work.

"It will certainly be less rigorous. Your mother has some idea it will be good for you," Sarek said. "More to the point--" and now Sarek did look up at him. "I am assured you will learn things there you could not possibly learn anywhere else. It is a most singular educational experience."

Well. That was something else, then. "I will return to my packing and allow you to complete your work," Spock decided. Sarek turned back to his desk and Spock left without anything further needing to be said.