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[imaythrowuponyou]

[The microphone clicks on before the video feed does, but after some relatively hard to hear grumbling about technology and how he doesn’t have time for this and he’s a doctor not an engineer, the video clicks on to reveal what might be a familiar face. Or, is, if you’ve ever seen Cooper around. Regardless, he’s wearing a blue Starfleet uniform, and looks a little tense as he adjusts the video and actually starts talking.

He speaks with a relatively pronounced accent - Georgian, if you’re particularly skilled at picking out American accents – which makes everything sound like a drawl, although again, there’s a certain tenseness.

He’s not exactly thrilled to be here. :|]

I’m Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer on board the U.S.S. Enterprise, and I’m a warden here.

I’ve been told assignments don’t happen until the 15th and 30th of every month, so until then, where’s the Sickbay in this place? I’d like to talk to whoever’s in charge as soon as possible.

[SPAM FOR JIM after talking to Rhade :|]

[Rhade had told him where Jim's cabin was, and even though he could have just been lying or something? McCoy was too distracted to really consider it or care too much. He tossed aside the journal and was in front of the door only a few minutes later, hammering on it a few times.]

Jim! It's McCoy.

Comments

[imaythrowuponyou]

Yeah. But apparently I should.

[with_discipline]

You've been aboard twice before. Don't be alarmed: it's a relatively common form of amnesia, here.

[imaythrowuponyou]

I'll see what I can do.

... Sorry for askin', but are you related to Ambassador T'Pol?

[with_discipline]

[Oh she loves this conversation.]

I am T'Pol.

[imaythrowuponyou]

Seriously? [Sorry T'Pol. :c]

[with_discipline]

Under what circumstances would I not be serious?

[imaythrowuponyou]

[It's you.] Pleased to meet you, Ambassador.

[with_discipline]

I am a Commander, Doctor.

[imaythrowuponyou]

Commander, then.

[with_discipline]

[Teensy vulcan nod.] Welcome [a pause where she almost says back] aboard.

[imaythrowuponyou]

Thank you. [LOOK HE CAN HAVE MANNERS when Vulcans aren't Spock. :|]

[with_discipline]

[WHAT IS THIS] Has the nature of the ship been explained to you, yet?

[imaythrowuponyou]

No, I'm afraid not.

[with_discipline]

There are floods - events that involve no water, and effect people at random. The only indication that a flood has begun is the shaking of the ship. The floods vary: we have been turned into animals, children, loved ones. We've been forced to sing, and experience alternate versions of ourselves.

Less often, we put into port. We visit other worlds, usually with the intent to blend in. Some are pleasant; most are dangerous. I've been to New York City in 2010, and an irradiated desert in an unknown era.

There is also the death toll. Those who die aboard this ship do not remain so. They are revived, and suffer the effects of the toll for roughly a week. Usually, they suffer symptoms similar to their cause of death.

[imaythrowuponyou]

Well, at least there's that. [Keywords, fuck everything. :|]

[with_discipline]

[Get a supply of bourbon. :|] Indeed. If you require anything, there are several people on board capable of answering.

[imaythrowuponyou]

[CAN DO.] Are there any other Starfleet officers on board?

[with_discipline]

Captain Kirk, Charles Tucker III, and an officer from Voyager, Seven of Nine.

[imaythrowuponyou]

Commander Tucker's here too? [Holy crap.]

[with_discipline]

[Seriously was she not clear the first time.] He is. I'm certain he'll introduce himself before long. He's likely in the engine room. [She always knows where he'll end up. :|]

[imaythrowuponyou]

Well, it's a real honor to be workin' with the both of you, Commander.

[with_discipline]

[That's still weird but she'll take it. T'Pol just nods.] As I said. Welcome aboard.

[imaythrowuponyou]

Thanks.