Date: 2009-12-07 08:05 pm (UTC)
Each ball was placed carefully, replicating a pattern only Pike could see in his mind. Only when the last of ten had been placed on Spock's body did Pike move. He stood up, a foot to either side of Spock and steady on the bed, staring down at his creation.

There was one at the back of Spock's neck, five down the length of his spine, one just above either buttock, and one just below either buttock. He made a small sound, pleased with his work, and shifted himself off of the bed. He took the last two glass balls and walked around to Spock's front. "...Your hands. Place them flat, palms down."

[OOC: I have received yours and kirktastic's! Have neither of you received mine? I will leave her a comment on her latest journal entry perhaps to speak with her, and yours I will place here below our current thread. You may respond, and before we make this thread live, I will make sure all extra comments are deleted.]
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