taxonomites | 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."

Threaded | Flat

Christine hadn't been doing much since she'd come to Taxon. A lot of trying to figure out how things worked and alienating herself in the lab to do a bunch of nothing. And it had finally sunk in that they might not be going home any time soon. When things were out of her hands she didn't react well unless she could be working. Here, there wasn't much to do and in a small stupor she didn't want to be social.

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?"

Doctor McCoy. [Spock is as matter-of-fact and perfunctory as ever when he uses the tablet to address Bones.] I require medical assistance.

OOC: I'm not sure where this post fits in the chronology of Halloween and the Hulk attack, but it seemed easier to tag in here than make a brand new post of my own. Just let me know if that needs to change!

Elsewhere on the Enterprise, one James T. Kirk was nursing a glass of Georgia Moon corn whiskey that isn't from a jar that's been hatched. He nearly chokes on the drink when he sees Bones on the tablet discovering that he'd gotten into his private collection. Coughing a bit, he makes sure to push the glass and jar out of view before turning on the feed on his end of the tablet, putting on his best innocent face as he asks, "Missing something?"

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