TWENTY ONE | TEXT

[imaythrowuponyou]

jim i am going to kill you

[So Jim tried to drink Sam under the table. "Tried" being the operative word there, so now Bones is basically the most hungover he's been in a very long time and is, understandably, not happy about it. Most replies will probably be short, irritable and badly spelled until he's feeling less shitty.]

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[captain_jtkirk]

... why?

[imaythrowuponyou]

i'm extremely hungover

[captain_jtkirk]

That sucks?

[imaythrowuponyou]

it's your fault, jackass

[captain_jtkirk]

Not really.

[imaythrowuponyou]

the other you, then

[captain_jtkirk]

Not me, doesn't count.

[imaythrowuponyou]

asshole

[captain_jtkirk]

Sorry about your head. Would you like a banana?

[imaythrowuponyou]

maybe [Yes. :C]

[captain_jtkirk]

I'll bring you water too.

[imaythrowuponyou]

thanks

[with_discipline]

[...She is less glad she sat this one out, because even turning into someone random from home might be better than damage control, but OH WELL.]

Are you all right, Doctor?

[imaythrowuponyou]

fine

[Someone stop the Barge, he wants to get off. ... To somewhere not horrible and terrifying.]

[with_discipline]

[No grammar = not fine in T'Pol's head.] Do you require anything?

[imaythrowuponyou]

punch jim in the face

[with_discipline]

Anything less violent?

[imaythrowuponyou]

i'll be fine

thanks

[mightymorbid]

...I have a remedy for that.

[imaythrowuponyou]

for jim or for hangovers

[mightymorbid]

Hangovers.

Still working on the former.

[imaythrowuponyou]

don't actually kill him

[mightymorbid]

Spoilsport.

[imaythrowuponyou]

he's an idiot but he doesn't deserve to die

[mightymorbid]

Oh calm down. Considering he's immune to negative consequences I don't think anyone is going to succeed in killing him.

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Hahaha oh Moze, if only that was true. Due to hangover and the depressing fact that that is completely untrue, Bones is just going to hang up on you. :c]

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[yeahscience]

[Jesse is the saddest bro right now, and he's still pretty mad at McCoy, but even so...]

Huevos rancheros.

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[imaythrowuponyou]

thanks

[Now where to find those on the Barge. :|a]

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[buildindreemz]

[Uh-oh.]

What happened?

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[imaythrowuponyou]

jim was an idiot

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[buildindreemz]

Isn't he usually?

Do you need me to get you anything?

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[imaythrowuponyou]

I'm fine.

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[buildindreemz]

You sure? You'd better get some rest; sleep it off.

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[imaythrowuponyou]

jim's bringing me some stuff, I should be fine. thanks

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[buildindreemz]

Okay.

Feel better!

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[imaythrowuponyou]

thanks

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[surfaceshine]

[Now that he knows he's not been infected by anything unfortunate that might cause him to have to put himself down rather than hurt people later, there's a mildly chewed upon, moderately battered young hunter rolling into the infirmary. He's still pretty put out but he still had the presence of mind to swing by the dining hall to pick up a couple pieces of fruit before heading this way; he also had the presence of mind to use his own medical supplies to wrap up the worst of the injuries, but he's not stupid enough to dick around with the set of teeth marks in his shoulder, not if he wants to keep full use of it for the foreseeable future. It's still pretty obvious that there's something wrong, though, what with the tears and darker, rust-colored stains in an otherwise red button down shirt, and the wide but fairly light bruise spreading across one of his cheeks. He's on his feet anyway, features closed and tight but alert.]

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[imaythrowuponyou]

[Bones - thanks to the magic of medical technology and Jim not being as shitty a friend as he pretended to be sometimes - was feeling a lot better than he had when he'd woken up this morning, so while he still might look a little rough, he no longer feels like he's going to throw up or punch Jim in the face or anything, really. Thank god for modern medicine.

He looks up when Dean enters and immediately looks concerned and maybe the faintest bit pissed off, but that's just how he usually operates so don't take offense to it, Dean.]

What the hell mauled you this time? [Anyone who's really spent any amount of time with McCoy probably knows by now that the gruff what the hell is wrong with you is really just a cover for being worried and vaguely flabbergasted by the amount of trouble people got themselves into here, so again. This is just how he shows he cares. :c]

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[surfaceshine]

[Dean has had far, far too much experience with hangovers and how bitchy they make everyone to take offense at a little thing like an abrasive question. He also does that thing where every emotion ever comes out as anger himself; it's unfortunate that Bones has decided to care even remotely, for any reason, because the amount of trouble Winchesters are capable of getting themselves into is truly ridiculous at times.

Sorry Bones. He brought fruit? Dean glances over sharply at the voice and question, but he relaxes when he sees who it is. Looks a little less ready to throw down again at a moment's notice.]

Hey, you act like I run a freaking personals ad for this shit or something. "Young hot male seeks things with way more teeth than is necessary for a rough time." [Ho hum evade.] How're you with dog bites?

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[imaythrowuponyou]

[Let's just say he has a lot of experience with extremely accident/injury prone idiots. :V]

Where the hell did you get dog bites? [Which means yes, he can do dog bites, and is gesturing for him to crash on one of the beds while he grabs some stuff to treat the injuries.] Take a seat. What kind of dog was it? [Hopefully if it was a monster wolf named Nymeria, you would have uh. Specified that.]

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[surfaceshine]

[Hey, Dean resembles that remark, thank you very much; he also wouldn't have known who Nymeria is if she actually bit him on the ass.. Dean tosses the fruit down onto the bed first, then flops himself down with a short, relieved sigh of breath before he's glaring looking up at Bones from where he's seated.]

Just lucky that way I guess. Look, it wasn't a dog, it was a werewolf; I didn't want to dick around with the damage."