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[A woman with long, wavy white hair appears. It...kind of looks like Winter? But it can't be. For one thing, she's smiling. For another, that's definitely a smudge of dirt on her left cheek. She's got the same poise, though.]

Good evening.

[And the same voice. Mostly. This lady sounds a great deal warmer.]

Some of you may have noticed some...abnormalities of late. Given that the city experiences these things now and then, and that the circumstances are far beyond anyone's control, I wish my recruits to know that this week of training has been pushed back to a later date. Once things are back to normal, we'll resume.

[Her smile softens.]

You've all worked hard and endured a great deal. You've certainly earned the time off.

[She gives her head a faint shake to toss back the wave of snowy hair that keeps drifting over her right eye.]

For that matter, I think I deserve a little time off as well. It's been a long time since I've stretched my legs, and there are many of you I'd like to spend some time with getting to know better, if we're going to become better friends. Contact me, if I haven't managed to get hold of you first.

[She reaches for the 'end feed' button, but hesitates abruptly.]

--Oh, one last thing. Whoever sent the little green plants? I loved them. The gesture was very kind, and I hope your week gets better.

[Winter (???) winks, and ends the feed.]

[OOC: Winter for the duration of the event.]

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My week improved, thank you. I'm glad you liked the plants, I wasn't sure if you'd find them cute or childish.

You look nice with your hair down.

[It is also strange because he's never seen her act like this before.]

[She'll stick with video, content to let her 'admirer' continue with texts.]

Ha ha...! They were cute, Don't worry. And thank you, that's very kind. It's not very practical on the battlefield, but I like how it looks.

[She brushes some of it over her shoulder before resting her elbows on the table, chin atop her folded hands.]

We don't see many plants in Atlas. It's very cold, and covered in snow for the majority of the year, so flowers can be rare and expensive. How did you know I liked them so much?

[It's so unexpected to see Weiss to cheerful. It makes him smile because for once she really looks truly happy. But it also makes him wonder what caused it.]

Oh, perhaps for the next present I can find you something battle related. I'll keep that in mind. You are always working so hard.

Sorry to hear that. For a long time I lived surrounded by snow and mountains, I missed flowers a lot. I thought they could make a nice present, they're good to lift the spirits.

Please, you don't need to get me anything.

[She flicks her hand at the screen with an 'oh stop' gesture.]

I make good money as the captain of the royal guard. If there's anything I need, I just buy it. Knowing someone is thinking about me is good enough, so I appreciate it. Besides, it's hard to keep getting gifts when I can't return the favor.

Your poem was lovely, by the way.

I know I don't but I want to do it. I think you deserve nice things, even if it's only small presents.

Ah, it's good to know you have money to buy the things you want. But it's always nice to get things for free, or presents we never consider. It's okay, I'm happy knowing you like them.

Do you have a favorite flower?

Nice, perhaps. But I feel a little guilty to be forever on the receiving end.

A favorite? Let me think.

[It's hard to decide on just one, honestly.]

I believe...wildflowers in general. I also enjoyed snapdragons as a child.

Don't be, I like doing it. I like to give good people nice things. And you are always working so hard and asking so little for yourself.

Oh, those are really pretty. Snapdragons are very colourful. I won't forget, thanks.

[It's fair to think that Winter just doesn't do anything domestic or normal, like shop for groceries. Just catching her out of uniform either means you crept into her apartment during the brief window where she dresses for bed, sleeps, and immediately resumes wearing the uniform within ten minutes of waking; or that she's bathing. Either way, it probably isn't happening.]

[But she does stock up on a few things at home -- tea, bread, butter, milk -- when she has the opportunity to do so. Most of her meals, however, are the dried and tasteless rations of a soldier.]

[Having a week of only half-duties to accommodate a change that everyone else can see but she can't means she needs to eat her own meals. She knows how to cook, she made a point of learning almost right away when she left her home. It was something she'd always wanted to try, but was never allowed, for that was 'servant work.']

[She likes to think she's become quite good at 'servant work.' Her cart holds a variety of fresh fruit and greens (quite the rarity to her during the winter season), some white fish fillets, a small sack of good rice, and she's even indulged with a bar of dark chocolate and almonds tossed in there.]

[She turns her cart down the baking aisle since she's woefully deprived of spices in her apartment, only to jump when the front of her cart clangs noisily with the jarring impact against someone else's cart.]

Good gracious, I'm so sorry--

[Then she sees the owner of the cart, and her surprise turns to warmth.]

Well now! If it isn't my bold friend. I do apologize.

[The Star Trekless house is back up to two, meaning they've gone through food at a faster rate. With Kirk taking care of some problem with eels (Spock hadn't fully been paying attention), it was up to him to run to the store. He was in a mood for some comfy clothes today, though, so he'd rummaged Kirk's closet for a nice hoodie. To top it off, his hair is not painted on but actually styled for once. You'd think he'd be out of his element, looking like that, but he seems very comfortable as if this is an everyday thing with him. Which, to him, it is.

Even though he was raised on Earth, he grew up on a mostly-vegan diet since his father was still around and refused to eat animals and their products due to his Vulcan values. As such, Spock's cart is filled with fresh produce, some beans, rice, almond milk, tofu, and some meat substitutes. It's not that he doesn't enjoy meat, but with the way Sarek spoke of consuming it, he just feels guilty when he does.

He's going around a corner he can't see around when his cart impacts Winter's. He looks pleasantly surprised to see her there, and actually lets out a chuckle at her reference to their first meeting.]

Captain Schnee! So sorry about that; it was my bad. I should've made sure it was clear before I turned. How have you been?

I've been well, thank you. Reduced duties this week. It's nice to have some time to myself for a change.

[She nudges her cart to the side to clear his path, but she's also content to park it right next to him so they can have a nice conversation ~~and block the aisle completely~~.]

And you can call me Winter. You were lying on top of me, after all. If that's not excuse enough to lose formalities, I don't know what is.

[Her grin is just a touch wicked, even if her lashes lower just slightly with a cool and collected gaze. She holds it there for a moment before her head tips toward his cart.]

You're vegetarian? I didn't know that. What a pity, I was about to invite you over to have dinner with me.

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[Spock finishes turning his cart but parks it behind hers as to not block the aisle for the other passer-bys. His cheeks tinge the slightest of green when she mentions the situation in which they had first encountered one another. He still can't believe he would treat a lady in such a way. His mother would be appalled.]

I, um [what was the question?] Yeah, Vulcans, as it turns out, don't eat meat. I've had it a few times but I try to avoid it whenever possible.

[He hesitates at her offer, trying to figure out what the protocol was here before deciding to fuck it and do what he wanted. It's possible that she was just being polite but Winter seems to be into him, and he certainly wouldn't mind spending some of his free time with her. She's a very interesting individual.]

You could come home with me. [That came out wrong.] For dinner! You could come have dinner... with me. At my house. Or somewhere else if you're not a fan of vegetarian dishes. There are plenty of fine eateries in Genessia.

[Well. That went smoothly. Seriously, who even says "fine eateries?"]

[Winter doesn't dare let on how secretly delighted she is at seeing someone blush green. He'd told her that the difference in blood resulted in a more verdant hue, but she hadn't expected to see the results quite like this.]

[He's flustered. And he seems like he's as interested in her as she is in him.]

To your place? That would be...rather nice.

[And he is bold, asking her like this. That's enough to strengthen her curiosity. Yes, this is a fine thing indeed.]

It's been a long time since I've had someone else cook for me. Tell you what...

[Winter leans over her cart, tugging at a few of the items.]

Why don't I take care of the salad and the rice?

[She straightens again, holding her chocolate bar between her fingers, and winks.]

I'll even bring dessert.

[He's only being bold because she had been. He probably wouldn't have worked up the courage to ask her otherwise. Human popular culture focuses so much on dating and love that it's a high pressure thing, and Sarek hadn't bothered making him fully embrace his Rules of Logic if he was going to be raised as a human so he's not as adept at handling it as he might have been had he, I don't know, been born and raised on Vulcan.]

I suppose I can agree to those terms, though I'd rather you not have to pay for a thing if you're to be my guest. [Date? He's not sure, really, but it looks like it might be if that saucy wink is anything to go by.

There's no way she knows what that chocolate will do to him since he hadn't mentioned it when they were discussing differences. He never thought it would be of importance but now...]

Actually, that's... [You know what? If he's riding this train to hell he might as well take it all the way. Can't act illogically and then suddenly snap back to logic, right?] That sounds great.

[He reaches over to a stand on the ground and grabs a bottle of wine. It may not be the best of quality, but it's not like he knows any better. Besides, this is just to even the playing field. That way, they can both choose to get intoxicated should the night head that way.]

I hope red is okay?

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