imaythrowuponyou | TWENTY EIGHT

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TWENTY EIGHT | VOICE/SPAM

[Backdated to after Crane's post, because Bones grumpy. :|]

For the record, this is my universe. I've been to this planet before, and anything you pick up, either I or the hospital here can treat. Nothing's gonna come as a surprise, and the sooner you fess up about whatever the hell you did to yourself, the sooner it'll stop being an issue.

They've got UT's at the hospital, but the doctors should know how to speak English anyway. Don't be an idiot if you get hurt.

[Spam for Arya]

[He knew they probably weren't going to be in port for much longer, and he knew they weren't getting out of here. As much as he completely understood where Jim was coming from in a lot of ways, he couldn't help but be a little mad at having this piece of sort of home waved in front of him. He could, in theory, have hopped on a shuttle back to Earth and just forgotten about the damn Barge and everything before the weather had grounded the shuttles, or tried to find Enterprise or something, but he hadn't. Instead, he was stuck knowing they were both out there, his Earth and his ship, but they were out of reach, and he was stuck here.

He didn't know where Jim was. He was keeping an eye out for him, but if he wanted to make a break for it, McCoy would be the last person to try and stop him. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was all somehow his fault, that if he'd just been better at doing his job on the damn ship - and he wasn't sure if he meant Enterprise or the Barge, sometimes - that they wouldn't be here, Jim wouldn't have been pushed this far.

Which was the other issue. Arya. He'd been willing to leave Jim alone and trust he'd be alright, but this whole fiasco made him want to keep an eye on his inmate more than usual. Apparently, Arya hadn't really given much of a shit about that and had given him the slip, and gotten caught by the police, but by the time he showed up to try and bust her out, Jesse had already done it. Jesse got to be the big damn hero, and McCoy had more or less thrown up his hands at that point.

Fine. He was a shit warden and this whole fucking situation just wasn't worth coping with right now, not after everything, not with home and everything this close but incredibly far away at the same time, and he didn't want to deal with it.

So he'd grabbed a communicator, headed for a bar, and devoted the rest of his time in port to holing himself up in a corner with some decent alcohol and try contacting home. Or, what had used to be home, anyway, but the signal was jammed and he was kind of feeling himself sinking further and further into a pit he didn't really want to drag himself out of.]

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So, Crane said I'd probably get an STD and blah, blah, blah. Is that something I actually have to get checked for, or is he just a git?

Is there anything you can get without actually having sex?

I mean', I've never been sick a day in my life but-- hey. Aliens? Who knows. Martian flu.

If you pick up an STD, you'll know. But if you're really concerned, go to the hospital here and get checked out.

There's plenty of stuff, but like I said, if you're feeling crummy or concerned you did pick something up, the hospital's here are perfectly capable of treating you.

Nah, I'm not worried about it. Crane just started fussing when I sent him a video of what I was doing and yelled 'for science' after his last post, and I told him I'd look into it.

So...I looked into it!

Roger that.

I don't think we've met, by the way! My name's Duo Maxwell.

He's being an asshole who doesn't have all the information, or is just trying to shit stir because he's bored. Don't listen to him.

But be careful. And if you think you've got something, get it checked out before you infect anyone else.

Dr. Leonard McCoy. [He'd usually be a tiny bit friendlier, but considering how things have been this week... he's a little grouchy. :c]

Alright, Doc. Well, I'll do my best not to make your job any harder. Y'know. Not getting my ass killed for start.

I appreciate it.

No doubt there will be some individuals crawling back riddled with disease despite your warning.

Yeah, and I'll give 'em a hypo and they'll be fine. This whole trying to get everyone freaked out by spreading misinformation thing's getting real old.

You don't think that my concern is genuine? Doctor, I find that very hurtful.

I don't care.

Right. I normally don't, anyway.

And I will! I don't think that many viruses can jump species, anyway, but I'll let you know if something comes up.

My concern was genuine. I've done more than enough fear mongering here in the past.

Appreciate it.

Do you want me to give you a gold star? Next time, ask first before making wild assumptions and getting people's feathers all ruffled when there's basically no reason for 'em to be concerned.

My assumptions weren't wild, they were based in fact. If you were any sort of doctor, you would be aware of that.

[This planet had a thousand-thousand new things to learn, a thousand-thousand good things to know, and she wanted to see them. She couldn't do that in a cell, though, and she had been ready to scream when Jesse got her out. She'd already cursed out her guards with every foul sailor's curse she knew, and some she'd learned from Jesse. They had just laughed.

But now she was free again, and it wasn't like ion the Barge, she could find a Risan pub and even slip inside unnoticed, like she USED to be able to. She'd begged in whore houses and inns, and she'd been given ale sometimes. She intended to find ale now, only she found Bones instead, and stopped short. He hadn't seen her, she could still run away, ignore how miserable he looked. She could find another bar, and he would never know she was here, so he couldn't yell at her about something stupid.

But he looked miserable. And he - he was pack. So she climbed up into the seat next to him, eying his communicator.]

What are you doing?

Listen to me very carefully: I don't give a rat's ass what you were or weren't trying to do. Leave it to the actual medical staff instead of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. [And he's hanging up on you and going back to trying to contact his daughter.]

[Crane doesn't reply, he just fumes. Ah, unproductive inmate rage.]

[McCoy was too wrapped up in his misery and alcohol to notice anyone sneaking up on him, so he doesn't respond to Arya's presence until she was actually sitting next to him, and even then, his response was a little delayed. He glanced over at her, frowning, before turning back to the communicator.]

Tryin' to make a call. [He tried to force the call to go through again and took another drink from the bottle of... he wasn't sure what but it was alcohol and that was good enough. His accent was more pronounced with the slur, frowning at Arya like he was torn between yelling and saying thanks for bothering to show up.]

What the hell're you doing here?

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Not everyone thinks I'm a baby, [she huffed right back, because this was a tavern, and no one in Westeros or Essos would put a guard at the door to refuse the young. Business was business.

Why are you here? [She saw the alcohol, and leand toward him, just slightly, sniffing to see how soused he was.] Can't you call from the ship?

[Drunk enough that he was probably going to have to be dragged out of here and back to the ship, and have one hell of a headache tomorrow morning, but.

And he was less surprised by her presence here because she was young, and more because out of all the bars on Risa, what made her come into this one, and why was she bothering to check up on him in the first place?]

No, I can't call from the ship. [And that was more of a snap, because he was drunk and angry, and while not all of it was directed at Arya - it wasn't like it was her fault Jim was a fucking idiot and the interference kicking up meant he couldn't call home - a large part of it was.] If I could call from the ship, maybe being stuck on it would be less goddamn unbearable!

[She didn't flinch away from his snapping, because she'd seen men scarier than him, and when they snapped, it wasn't with words. She wasn't afraid of McCoy, because she could see it in him: he would only snap with words, never a fist.

That didn't stop her from scowling at him for his words, though. He was drunk, and she didn't have patience for drunks, even when they weren't really drunks. So she snapped back.]

Then why don't you leave the stupid ship! You're allowed! [But her words are hot and angry, not the retort of a girl who doesn't care.] Then you can make youre stupid call whenever you want!

I can't! [And he kind of hates her for not understanding this, because he had to have mentioned it, hadn't he? And Jim's entire temper tantrum that landed them here explained it pretty well, although right now he couldn't really remember what he had and hadn't told her about why he'd come to the Barge in the first place.]

I can't leave. I go home now, and Jim dies. The whole fucking reason I'm on the goddamn ship is so that doesn't happen, which means we're both stuck here losing our goddamn minds until you pull your shit together and graduate!

[Maybe it wasn't fair to dump on her like this, but he was drunk and angry, and he was tired of putting up with her shit, sometimes. Which wasn't fair. Maybe that made him a shitty warden.] And maybe you don't get it, because 'a girl has no one' or some shit, but I'm not letting one of the only goddamn people I have left die as long as there's something I can do about it!

[A lady would demure. She would soften, apologize, maybe she'd even commiserate about dead loved ones and offer sympathy and quiet words.

Arya was no lady.

She went cold instead, hard as stone, unforgiving as a weirwood.]

Everyone dies, [she told him, glare fixed on her face, and she was tempted to run out and leave it at that, but he was blaming her, blaming her for everything when she'd never asked to be here.]

Maybe you should let him. Then you can leave, and you won't be so weak.

[That struck a nerve - or continued striking a nerve - because he knew how wrong that was, and really, there was a part of him that still felt so incredibly sorry for her, that she'd been forced to start looking at things that way.]

Caring about people and not wanting them to die doesn't make you weak. Having people you care about gives you something to want to keep fucking going for, which is probably part of why you're stuck here! You have a family, you have people you could protect, but you're throwing that away to get revenge on the assholes who put you in this mess.

[He stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath and scowling at her.] Right after my dad died- [Right after you killed him, his brain helpfully added, right after you 'put him out of his misery' only for the fucking cure to be found like a month later.] My wife kicked me out, took everything I had in the divorce because she's a vindictive bitch. I'd give anything to be able to just get my family back and not have to watch everyone I care about die or whatever, and you're throwing all that away. Jim's the only person I've got left, and there's no goddamn point to being alive if you don't have someone to care about.

[She tries to picture the maester with a family, and it's difficult; half blurred and forgotten memories of Winterfell keep interceding, and Winterfell is not a place the maester belongs. He does not belong in the winter town, or with the Starks. That is not his family.

It's not mine either, she reminds herself, and clenches her jaw tight so she can scowl at him.]

A girl has no family, [she says, because she doesn't know what else to say. She wants to grab his drink and throw it at him and run off, and she's staring at it like she might do just that.]

Yes, you fucking do. [But he sounds less angry now and more just burnt out and frustrated, because he doesn't know how to help her, he doesn't know what to say, and he wanted to, but at the same time, he really wanted to go home.]

You know, there's a reason Nymeria found a pack when you had to send her away. Wolves don't survive on their own, and all this is just gonna get you killed. [He dropped his head into his hands for a moment, sighing.] I don't know what I'm supposed to do with you, kid.

[She watched the fight go out of him, and knew that he was vulnerable now, that she could snap at him and it would be like a wolf taking its pray down. But she shakes the thought away, and scowls up at him all the harder.]

I'm not a wolf, [and she does snap, but at least it isn't jaws around throat.] And I don't need a stupid pack. I survived just fine on my own!

[Packs get you killed. Packs, and honor. Ned Stark had honor, and he died. Robb Stark had honor, and he died. She won't die.]

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