ELEVEN | VIDEO

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Bones has set up shop in the infirmary just like usual, despite being a cranky fifteen year old, and has managed to get his hands on some blue scrubs that... kind of fit. He does not look pleased to be several inches shorter and going through puberty again, but let's be real here people, Bones rarely looks particularly pleased about anything.]

The infirmary's still open. I don't care if I'm a kid, I can still operate a tricorder and administer hypos, so if anyone gets hurt, don't keep it to yourself. There're still people around who can help you out.

Jim, Arya- [Whatever he was going to say is getting interrupted by unhappy screeching, and McCoy picks up a plush tribble, opens up the velcro pouch where the controls are, clicks the switch over and the screeching is replaced with cooing instead.

That's right, he got a toy tribble for Christmas. And he just rolls his eyes and sets it aside. The cooing can still be heard off screen.]

Just tell me if you need anything.

[ooc: I will be replying with damnitjocelyn again. <3]

Comments

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[WIDE EYES.]

What was that?

[damnitjocelyn]

What? Oh.

[He picks up the plush tribble, which is still happily cooing.] It's a stuffed animal. I guess it makes noise, too.

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Is it real?

[damnitjocelyn]

No, it just looks real. [Really real. Real enough that for a second, he'd thought they were going to have to figure out a way to decontaminate the Barge, because tribbles - while cute and cuddly looking - were really not a good thing to have on a ship.] Battery operated and everything.

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I've never seen anything like that! It's weird.

[itstopped.livejournal.com]

...You're the doctor here?

[damnitjocelyn]

Yeah. Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer on board the starship Enterprise.

[itstopped.livejournal.com]

I was going to come and see you, but...

[damnitjocelyn]

But what?

[championoftime]

I'm available for help too. [Though he hopes things remain relatively uneventful.]

[damnitjocelyn]

Good. You seen Black Jack anywhere?

[championoftime]

Not that I've seen, no.

[Private]

[Sent later.] Our beloved Arthas has managed to get in a fight with another young man and his leg was run through. I know the circumstances of their relationship, but not what happened this time. In any case, it needs deeper treatment than what a basic dermal regenerator can provide and I'll have them both up at the infirmary in a mo'.

[damnitjocelyn]

[Private]

Alright. Define "deeper treatment".

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Is that a toy? [wtf kind of toy does that, jfc. :|]

[damnitjocelyn]

Yeah. I thought it was real at first, but tribbles don't have batteries.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Is that like electricity?

[damnitjocelyn]

More or less. They come in handy.

[closetothesurface]

I don't think you're qualified to operate anything at your age. Perhaps you should remove the power pack from your...toy.

[damnitjocelyn]

I'm not actually fifteen. This is just the flood.

[closetothesurface]

It's likely that the change in physical body has also resulted in a chemical and hormonal imbalance as well.

[damnitjocelyn]

I'll be fine. At least I'm not a goddamn toddler.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Is that a tribble?

[damnitjocelyn]

Not a real one, thank god.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

That would be cooler though.

[damnitjocelyn]

Why, so it'd turn into a million baby tribbles and eat all our food and take over the goddamn ship?