[Holo] Arrival

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Christine walked back and forth between the supply cabinet and the crate she was working on. It was a boring day and she was doing a monotonous job: restocking. Her soft-soled boots were quiet as she moved, the only sound in the area was her soft humming and the clink of the glass vials as she placed them in their respective holders.

Doing this part of her job was easy. The shelves had been set up according to Starfleet regulation and she knew the filing system blindfolded. So, of course her mind was anywhere but on her current job. As she hummed and stocked, she thought about the party that was going on after shift tonight. Uhura and Sulu had told her about it. It was to start at one of the random bars outside of the Academy and end up...wherever. It promised to be a fun night, really.

Turning, her head down as she finished the tune, she took a step before something happened. Everything seemed to shift and for a split second she felt dizzy. Looking up, she noticed she wasn't in the medical bay of the Enterprise any longer. Confusion lined her features as she stood, frozen, trying to get her bearings.

“Alright, Scotty. If this is some kinda joke it isn't funny,” she finally managed, the smile on her face returning.

She waited a few seconds and nothing happened. “Scotty? Guys? Someone...? This isn't funny!” She was more determined now, but still nothing.

Frowning, she looked down at her uniform, her hands brushing against the front of the blue science officer's dress. Everything seemed to be intact...her fingers traced the silver bracelet around her wrist. That was new. Inhaling deeply, she looked up again. She felt fine, so her curiosity got the better of her and she hopped off the platform she was on. Immediately, she noticed the tablet on the pedestal. Picking it up, she smiled.

“Hey...uhm...hello?” she started, biting her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what to say. She could read the controls, so they must be able to understand her some how. “Is anyone there?”

Okay, so maybe not such a great way to get someone's attention, but Christine was a science officer, not on a trained search and rescue unit. The total randomness of this got to her and she started giggling as she went back to looking around, waiting for a response or for her to figure a way out of here.

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While Nurse Chapel almost dropped her tablet in surprise, he winced as she fumbled with the loathsome piece of technology and squeaked out a greeting to him. He had wanted to smash his own tablet in all honesty after he arrived if it had not been for Jim giving him an informal reprimand about the tablets. Best not to piss off someone who was looking for an opening to take his revenge after the inflatable hands and space syphilis routine. One of which was not his fault, really.

"Hi yourself." He replied awkwardly as his face contorted into another cantankerous line, although his aversion was not directed at her but rather the situation that had plucked another one of their crewmates and dropped them into Taxon. "Are you all right?"

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"Peachy, just confused, sir," she mumbled as she shrugged and smiled down at him.

Sighing, Christine pushed some hair behind her ear. "I've spoken to the captain and Spock already, so I'm not gonna bother you with questions. Kirk said if I could get outside he'd be able to beam me to where ya'll are?"

Pausing, she thought for a moment. If there were so many people there from the Enterprise, then were the aliens looking for specifics? "At least it wasn't the transporter," she laughed, only then realizing she'd said that out loud.

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Nurse Chapel had said the magic word; only it served as the mirrored effect in the world of Leonard McCoy, where he was simply a doctor and not a babysitter or any other profession people assumed he had a field in, and he twitched visibly over the visual feed.

His appearance in Taxon had been after his feet reluctantly fallen onto those loathsome pads in the transporter and he squeezed the tablet with much unhappiness at the memory. The offer of Jim using the transporters and grinning like a Cheshire Cat in his mind's eye and that set off their delightful Chief Medical Officer.

"Good God, can no one walk in this city anymore?" McCoy snapped irritably. "I swear he'd beam a chicken and a carton of eggs if he didn't have someone to pander to his beaming fetish."

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"Beaming fetish?" Christine snorted and broke down into a fit of giggles, dropping the tablet onto the floor as she doubled over from laughing so hard. Oh god, it had been a while since she laughed this hard and even though what he said clearly wasn't a joke, she just couldn't stop laughing.

After a few more seconds she wiped her eyes and leaned over to pick up the tablet. A few giggles still bubbled their way to the surface. "Sorry, sir. I don't think there are any psychological exams to figure out of one has a," cue another small fit of snickers, "beaming fetish."

"But, oh lord. Alright. When I figure out this damn tablet thing I can make my way there on foot. Does that appease you?" another sly grin at him where she's obviously not hiding her amusement, "But, it's not like I feel any safer walkin'. I was stockin' when I got transported here in'tha first place, sir."

Part of her worried about getting a whole month of being stuck reorganizing the shelves. The other part? Well, when you had a personality like Christine's and a boss like McCoy, it was only natural that she took a lot of his temper in good humor. Otherwise she might knock him out...which still wasn't out of the realm of possibilities on some days.