[Open Spam, all over the Barge]

Usually when he was feeling particularly upset and frustrated, McCoy would just throw himself into work. It probably wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, but it was useful because it was a constant distraction, and it wasn't like he could just walk away from work on Enterprise or even here for a few days just because he was feeling crummy about something. And while he might be a little snappier with people than usual, at least stuff was getting done and people were being looked after, and that was good enough for him.

Now, that was sort of less of an option than usual. He was still doing shifts in the infirmary and keeping an eye on things, but now he had a wolf that was going to wind up being the size of a pony to look after, and - call him crazy - he didn't love the idea of her wandering around by herself. It wasn't that she was dangerous, but... she was a goddamn wolf, and she was clearly Not Happy about Arya being gone, so he didn't really want to leave her to her own devices that much.

So, instead of holing himself up in the infirmary and refusing to come out, McCoy's actually been pretty out and about over the last several days, perhaps even more so than usual, and he's got said wolf following along (or more usually, running ahead) with him. Sometimes she'll sit with him in a common room or under a table in the dining hall, looking pretty sulky, and he takes her up to hunt in the CES which has been... an experience, but for the most part, it hasn't been awful.

[ooc: Feel free to run into Bones and Nymeria wherever on the ship!]

[The audio clicks on, but Bones hesitates before saying anything, because telling everyone about this is just. Not something he wants to do. There are unhappy wolf noises in the background, because Nymeria's staying with McCoy for a while and is decidedly Not Pleased about Arya's disappearance.]

Ar- Cat's gone. [Flat. He's super depressed] Her room's still here, and she's still on my item, so I guess the Admiral booted her home for a while or something. [And Nymeria hasn't been able to track her anywhere, so she probably poofed home. But if any of you assholes kidnapped her or whatever, McCoy will find you and he will make sure you spend the rest of your miserable life being sorry. :|]

If anyone's looking for her in the mean time, let me know.

[It kind of sounds like he wants to leave it at that, but there's stuff to do, and he's good at throwing himself into work when he's depressed. Even if this is really just opening the door for more bullshit and horrors, but oh well. He still sounds pretty flat and resigned, because fuck this place. :\]

Merlin's joining the infirmary staff as another direct care warden, so if anything ever happens to me or I'm not around for whatever reason, you go to him for help. If anyone's got some medical experience and wants to help out, or wants training, Hey- Nymeria- Stop it- [The unhappy wolf noises have been getting louder for a couple seconds, before they're interrupted for a moment as she starts nosing at the communicator curiously (or out of annoyance, stop playing with it and take me to the CES to kill some rabbits plz :|) and McCoy gently tries to get her to stop, finally giving up and turning around, scratching her ears a little.]

We could always use the extra hand. We've got nursing positions open for wardens and inmates, and a couple people who know first aid on call in case we need an extra hand. Inmates'll need warden permission before they can sign on.

[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]

( tl;dr spam, cut to spare your flists. )

For any new arrivals, I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy. I'm the chief medical officer on board the starship Enterprise back home, and I'm head of the infirmary here.

We're down on level two, and if you haven't already, I'd appreciate it if you could come down and get a medical exam since I'm assuming no one's coming on board with their files on hand. They only take a couple minutes, the procedure's done without touching you and the results are confidential. It just gives us something to work off of if you ever get hurt on board.

[Private to Arkady]

I've been meaning to ask, anything I should know about House before I give him access to most of the stuff me and the Doctor have in here?

[So, this is just another weekend on the Barge for Dr. Lenore McCoy, and everyone's constant oh god what is happening is starting to wear on her admittedly easy to piss off nerves. So she looks a little grouchy while broadcasting from the infirmary while wearing some blue scrubs instead of her usual Starfleet uniform, since none of the ones currently in her closet fit correctly.]

Well, whatever the hell this flood is, the infirmary's still open, so if anyone's got anything they're medically freaked out about, I guess come on down.

[She is not convinced this won't unleash some kind of crazy hell upon the staff but. Ohhhh well.]

[Private to Arya]

You okay, Cat?

[Private to Jim]

You'd better not be doing anything stupid.

[Private to Merlin]

How the "princess" treating you?

[ooc: Will be tagging around with damnitjamie and Bones thinks she's always been a woman but remembers you as your correct genders, i.e. Arya is still a girl Jim is still a guy etc.]