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taxonomites2009-11-08 09:07 am
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006 ¤ [Visual | Location: Enterprise Sickbay]
McCoy rarely looked content with the world; his face would be forever contorted into its permanent frown of disappointment or exasperation at whatever the situation at hand was. Better than him smiling all the time and making people suspicious.
What was the theme for his bad temper today? Well, it was Taxon, as usual. It seemed he could not walk down the street without injuring himself or the powers that be were plucking more people that, in loose terms, were at the very least associated with Starfleet rather than being apart of their crew.
It became more frustrating the longer he was here. With nothing better to do, he began looking over the medical reports he had conducted since arriving in Taxon while he sat in Sickbay... or in his CMO office, to be more precise. And not because he was ordered to.
"Just a piece of home," He announced to no one in particular, as he abandoned the reports and swivelled his chair opposite the visual feed and got to his feet before disappearing towards a futuristic looking cabinet that contained his collection of drinks, and punched a number into the console. The hiss that announced the code was correct was swiftly followed by a sigh... or perhaps a growl of infuriation from the doctor. "... that I need to change the codes for."
What was the theme for his bad temper today? Well, it was Taxon, as usual. It seemed he could not walk down the street without injuring himself or the powers that be were plucking more people that, in loose terms, were at the very least associated with Starfleet rather than being apart of their crew.
It became more frustrating the longer he was here. With nothing better to do, he began looking over the medical reports he had conducted since arriving in Taxon while he sat in Sickbay... or in his CMO office, to be more precise. And not because he was ordered to.
"Just a piece of home," He announced to no one in particular, as he abandoned the reports and swivelled his chair opposite the visual feed and got to his feet before disappearing towards a futuristic looking cabinet that contained his collection of drinks, and punched a number into the console. The hiss that announced the code was correct was swiftly followed by a sigh... or perhaps a growl of infuriation from the doctor. "... that I need to change the codes for."
[Location - Enterprise Sickbay]
But today was slightly different. She wanted to try to figure out things and had actually decided to explore the rest of the ship. After that she might go out and do some other walking around. Entering the sickbay, she fiddled around with some stuff before she heard an all too familiar voice.
"Dr. McCoy?" she called out, rounding a corner slowly and peeking into his office. "Is everything alright?"
[Location - Enterprise Sickbay]
Only he was one bottle of Georgia Moon corn whiskey down, but it was not the end of the world. He knew who was responsible for it and would make him pay dearly for it next time.
[Location - Enterprise Sickbay]
[Location - Enterprise Sickbay]