Early the next morning, Christine found sickbay a quiet sanctuary. Only three visits - all victims of over indulgence, and no sign of either doctor. By 1000 she had selected all the records she would request from the Vulcan Science Academy.
After leaving the party, Christine had continued to peruse the files from the terminal in her quarters. Sometime around 0230 she had come across a reference to D'vun Kaltor. She hadn't really meant to spend more than a moment looking at it, but after viewing the short introduction, her curiosity was piqued. She decided to download an instructional vid for her personal use.
Now, in the quiet of the morning, hot coffee in hand she had just received the vid. With Leonard out and most of her staff on post party 'holiday', she put herself 'on call' and took the opportunity to hide in her office and view the first lesson on D'vun Kaltor.
It was Vulcan that was for sure. Leave it to the Vulcans to turn something like dancing into the art of control.
'D'vun' meaning meditation. 'Kaltor' dance - literally meditative dance. It was really nothing more than a series of postures carefully coordinated and timed. Each routine was unique. Some were intended for primary school children to teach basic rhythm and coordination. Some were more complex, requiring multiple participants. It was, to her Terran eye, not unlike yoga or ballet or T'ai chi chu'an. She chuckled at the thought that those three very different movement forms should all be evoked by this particular discipline. It was true though. Depending on the tempo and topic the forms took on either stylized grace or fluid warrior like moves. Curious.
As she finished her coffee and the first instructional session ended she realized what a big mistake this had been.
What was she thinking? She wasn't about to fool herself into believing this was about 'catching' Spock. Four years was too damn long to pine away for someone who was obviously not interested.
Of course she wouldn't kick him out of her quarters either, she added silently.
No, she had gotten the tape for the same reason she still had that stupid Deltan weaving kit and the Rigellian lute that now lay untouched somewhere in her closet. She needed to have things to do silly projecty things. This was just another thing that she'd start and never finish.
Oh well, at least this time it hadn't been expensive.