I [Holo - Arrival]

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Something red dripped onto the floor of the arrival room, and then something large fell with a thump onto it. A man with greasy hair and a huge nose, dressed in ornate academic robes and a great deal of buttons was laying in a heap on the ground, bleeding from several fanged bite-marks on his neck.

Severus Snape began coming to, and immediately wished that he wasn't. The entire world was made exclusively out of pain. Every. Single. Thing.

It had...hurt less a little while ago. There had been someone with him, someone smiling at him in a way that no one ever did, and he had known that nothing would ever matter again because she was smiling at him... only now he was on the floor, and his leg was at an uncomfortable angle, and he was cold, and the hurting less had gone away. Which was bloody inconsiderate of it. He would have to have a stern talk with the hurting less...

Groaning, Snape opened his eyes, and searched for the wherewithal to move. The light here was strange. The floor was metal, not wood. He was alone.

"Hel- ahem!" Croaking was not necessary, surely. "Hello?"

Silence. Merlin's balls he was sore. His limbs were slow, and he could feel the poison in his blood, still, but the paralysis was lifting. Perhaps Potter had done something. Produced another miraculous bezoar and shoved it down his throat. But if so, why was he in this strange room? First he had to finish the job, and he fumbled his wand from his sleeve and began a low chant. His deep voice filled the small chamber with a spell like a song, and as soon as he felt like he could manage being upright he began hauling himself to his feet using the pedestal. There was some sort of muggle device on it. ...That was not promising. Not at all.

"Hello? In the name of Queen and country, identify and explain yourselves!"

009 ¤ [ Location: Enterprise Sickbay • Accidental Visual ] Row, row, row your boat . . .

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If Leonard McCoy had been invited to stay at the castle Summers with the rest of their crew by Kirk before their heated conversation which accumulated in dismissal and a lot of tattling afterwards, the doctor was doing a fantastic job of pretending he extended no such invitation, since he has been confining himself to Sickbay for the past week or so. And what is his latest medical obsession? A DNA sample acquired (yes, legally) from Siri Tachi; a sample he found had a disturbing amount of those 'midi-chlorians' in her red blood cells and it was proving to be just as perplexing as the vampire DNA from that blood-sucking bastard.

It has not been the first time he has camped out on a biobed and certainly not the last time he will, but this is the first time his foot has connected very painfully with something by simply trying to walk across sickbay and his displeasure can be seen and heard.

"Goddamn it! My fo— lights, eighty percent!"

When the lights do re-adjust themselves after that agitated demand from the CMO, a very bitching and canoe shaped addition to the medical part of the Enterprise. McCoy simply stares at it before holding up the accompanying paddle; he can only think to exclaim:

"... What the hell."

[ OOC: Bones' fourth wall gift :| ]