Call Me Opinionated, Mr. Artopus Was My Father

what i should be doing: writing

what i am doing: drawing silly star trek comics

anyway, i was thinking about spock’s hair and how he probably cuts it himself, and then i thought about jim cutting it for him - and then i thought it would definitely result in a horrible accident like this…

bonus:

First Officer Spock reporting to the bridge!

34. good enough

The tent was... well, needless to say, Nicholas had severely misjudged its size. Putting it together had taken all of five minutes, and now it stood tall- or rather, very short- in front of them. Nicholas hummed and pressed a hand against his mouth in thought. It was much too late to go back down to the cabin and see about a different tent. They were stuck with this one.

"Are you sure..." Milligan said, "that we grabbed the right tent?"

'not even remotely,' he thought, then said, "Rhonda said to grab the yellow one, so, I must have." Now it was Milligan's turn to hum. The sun was going down now. The sky was smudged with hues of orange and yellow clashing together as the sun dipped below the horizon and the water became that transitional color between clear blue and murky black. There was no turning around now.

"Well," Milligan said, "It's good enough for now. I'm sure we won't be up here long enough to warrant something more... spacious." That was true enough. They were only there to scout, so comfort was the least of their concerns. But, it was going to be a tight fit.

Nicholas is still (understandably) distressed about finding out his brother is the Sender.