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[imaythrowuponyou]

[McCoy looks pretty much the same as he usually does. Same Starfleet uniform, same rank stripes, same kind of pissed off at all of you attitude and kind of sneers at the camera. He is in utterly no mood to be here and is not going to be shy at all about letting you people know about it.]

Is this the part where I'm supposed to just repeat my name, rank and serial over and over again until you assholes get bored of this 'let's kidnap Starfleet personnel' game? [... Okay, He's maybe a little more grouchy and mean than usual.

This is what happens when you have basically nothing but your very demanding, stressful job going for you.] Because I've got better things to do with my life then talk myself hoarse, and I don't have any interesting information to add to whatever the hell point you're trying to make. I'm just a doctor, I don't have codes or whatever, and you'd be better off just letting me go.

What the hell do you people even want with an outpost on M-113, anyway? We're about as backwater as you can get.

[Spam for Jim]

[Entirely unsatisfied and really, madder than ever about the whole being here thing, McCoy had left his room (not that it was actually his, it was just the room he'd wound up in, he didn't work on a starship and he wasn't best friends with Captain James T. Kirk) to go explore the rest of the ship. It seemed to make sense, anyway, he'd been told he should just go and find the pub.

Of course, he had no idea where that actually was, so he'd just wandered. And was finally walking up to what looked like the last level of stairs, wondering what was on the "deck". And, you know, assuming like a sane human being that it was a contained environment, he really wasn't expecting what was coming next.

As soon as he opened the door and realized he was standing, exposed, on deck, and there was nothing but black, starry space surrounding him, them, everything, he felt all the color drain from his face. His stomach lurched, and hHis hand was gripping the doorknob so hard, it hurt.

That was it. Total brain shutdown, torn somewhere between passing out, throwing up and hyperventilating, or maybe doing all three at once, because there was just no way this was happening and he couldn't process it.]

Comments

[thestarspangledman]

...M-113? Where's that?

[imaythrowuponyou]

The middle of no where. Where'd they grab you from?

[thestarspangledman]

...Uh, Brooklyn?

[hourglass_twin]

Starfleet? What is that? Do you know why we're here?

[imaythrowuponyou]

[McCoy sighs and gives the company line, like he's said it a million times before and he really doesn't enjoy/give a shit/want to explain it.] It's a peacekeeping and humanitarian armada. The United Federation of Planets? Earth, Vulcan, [Or you know. What was left of the population of Vulcan. :|] Andoria, just about everywhere else besides Romulus and Qo'noS?

[hourglass_twin]

I don't know what you're talking about. The only planet is Krynn. There are the moons too, of course, but none named 'Earth' or 'Vulcan'. Are you sure you meant planets?

[takeyouapart]

[Oh geez. brb going to the Infirmary to make sure the fort gets held down.]

You haven't been kidnapped, Doctor McCoy.

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Merlin you are the best guy ever. :c]

Then how do you know my name?

[takeyouapart]

You're...[Well there is no way of explaining this that won't sound insane, so.] You're replacing a different version of yourself, for a few days.

[yeahscience]

Ah, shit... Hey, you heard from a little girl, man? Maybe kind of, like, messy-looking? [Arya, he's gonna go look for you now. :c]

[imaythrowuponyou]

No? Why does everyone keep asking about a kid?

[yeahscience]

Just looking, that's all. Do me a favor and tell her, if you see her.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I'm not that little.

[Private]

[yeahscience]

There you are. [Pause.] Right? Cat? [Man, he doesn't know, everyone looks the same this flood.]

Video:

[childhood_surgery]

The same as they want with the rest of us... I'd thought, as one of their appointed physicians, you were relatively happy with the arrangement.

Video:

[imaythrowuponyou]

I have literally no idea what you're talking about.

Re: Video:

[childhood_surgery]

Pity... Especially since you're one of the few medical representatives aboard ship.

[ Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

Dude, sit down. No one's kidnapped you.

Wander out of your back room there and poke around until you find the pub. That's my advice.

[Short, to the point, still snide. This is what happens when you click on the feed to be helpful but are still kind of pissed off at the world and everything in it all over again. Or at least, this is what happens when you are Dean and you do those things.]

[ Voice ]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Grouchy attitude? Meet grouchy bad attitude. There's no way this can go badly.] Decent advice, but I'd still rather get the hell out of here.

[ Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

[This will end with the sunny ending. We can tell. The irritable curl of Dean's mouth - he really, really wants to go home, too, but he can't, not yet, no matter how much he wants to or needs to - is audible despite the lack of visuals.]

Yeah, you and the rest of the damn boat. Get over it. You'll go back in a couple days.

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[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk had been up on the deck, brooding mostly and looking at the view. The stars from the deck was one of his favorite places on the Barge. Like how the observation deck on Enterprise was one his favorite haunts as well but this was different. This was like being in the stars instead of just looking at them through glass.

He turned when he heard someone coming on deck, assuming it wasn't going to be anyone that he really knew but of course that was wrong. Because there was Bones, and it took him a moment to realize that this Bones hadn't seen this before, and maybe by the look on his face right now, hadn't ever gotten his aviophobia under control, even a little.

"Bones," he said, not thinking as he moved from the rail to the other officer, grabbing him by the shoulders. "It's okay. It's perfectly safe here."

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[imaythrowuponyou]

Nope, he'd never really had a chance to get over his phobias. Or, that wasn't right, because he'd had the chance to conquer his fears and get the hell over it, but he'd never had any reason to follow through on it, no one to really push him through and be there for him through the whole thing, so he'd never bothered. He'd spent most of the trip to M-113 locked in his quarters kind of drunk, and had no plans on ever leaving the planet ever again. It's not like he had much reason to head back to Earth, anyway.

He hadn't even realized Kirk was there until he was right in front of him and he just stared, wild eyed, for a moment. He wanted to scream at him - how was this safe, they were standing in fucking open space - but he couldn't string the thought together rationally, still breathing harshly. He was hyperventilating and felt dizzy, like the deck was rolling underneath him and he clung to the doorknob like it was a lifeline.

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[captain_jtkirk]

"Bones," Kirk said louder, shaking him a little bit to get his full attention. He really didn't realize that he was still calling him Bones and this McCoy wouldn't really respond to it like the other would.

"Hey. C'mon. Step back, let go of that. You're not going to die. Nothing's going to happen at all."

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I thought you were from a ship.

[imaythrowuponyou]

No, I work on a planet. I guess that's the other me. [The other me with a BETTER LIFE fuck this place. :|]

Jesse's looking for you.