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taxonomites2009-05-27 02:45 pm
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[Leonard McCoy-- Entry] [Holo]
And here, the small image of man, irate and slightly bemused, with the only indication of the latter being the slightly raised brow on his grim expression. In a ready-set-tirade mode already, (hell, where is he?) he begins to look around, taking in the surroundings-- and then begins to talk. Mostly to himself, but listen in if you're out there.
"Oh, well gee, this is just great, Jim. I sign up to ride on your Starship-- which, by the way I’m not saying you stole, but Lady Luck must have been one of your old flames back in the Academy— men just don’t get handed flagships-- and look at what happens. Five minutes on board, and I’m already regretting not staying parked on earth in a nice, cozy, immobile private practice. Space Crazy new engineer of yours must have beamed my particles halfway to lost."
Another look around, slightly more timed, a bit more wary, or perhaps just taking in the finer details now that the haze of confusion is clearing. Not becoming any sharper, just less overpowering.
It doesn't stop his mouth from running off, mind of its own, though.
"I signed up to be a medical officer in Starfleet, not a god damn test monkey for sub-space trans-matter practical jokes. I’m a doctor Jim, not one of Mr. Scott’s grapefruits!"
And as if on cue, finally, he steps off the transporter pad-- reminded that he'd not liked to be beamed anywhere else today, thanks.
"Ah, who the heck am I talking to, anyway."
A glance down at the tablet, looking distinctly unimpressed.
"Buckle up, my ass."
"Oh, well gee, this is just great, Jim. I sign up to ride on your Starship-- which, by the way I’m not saying you stole, but Lady Luck must have been one of your old flames back in the Academy— men just don’t get handed flagships-- and look at what happens. Five minutes on board, and I’m already regretting not staying parked on earth in a nice, cozy, immobile private practice. Space Crazy new engineer of yours must have beamed my particles halfway to lost."
Another look around, slightly more timed, a bit more wary, or perhaps just taking in the finer details now that the haze of confusion is clearing. Not becoming any sharper, just less overpowering.
It doesn't stop his mouth from running off, mind of its own, though.
"I signed up to be a medical officer in Starfleet, not a god damn test monkey for sub-space trans-matter practical jokes. I’m a doctor Jim, not one of Mr. Scott’s grapefruits!"
And as if on cue, finally, he steps off the transporter pad-- reminded that he'd not liked to be beamed anywhere else today, thanks.
"Ah, who the heck am I talking to, anyway."
A glance down at the tablet, looking distinctly unimpressed.
"Buckle up, my ass."
Re: [voice]
Interested, however, is another story.]
Taxon? --That's not a star system OR a planet on the Federation's maps. But here I am, so hell...
Weird doesn't begin to describe those grapefruits, or what's going on right now. But why don't you start explaining the last bit to me, and maybe I'll tell ya' about the first, kid.
no subject
Nope. I've never heard of it either. Haven't heard of the Federation, either, that some sort of government conspiracy?
[Pause.] Don't call me kid, and maybe I will.
no subject
[Sounded like a kid, anyway. But, letting out a breath through his teeth, he stops short on the last word.
And rolls his eyes.
He'd like to say he didn't have TIME to play back-and-forth with an overblown ego, but... it looked like he had plenty of time, after all.]
Give me something better to call you by then, and it better be short and to the point. No fancy titles like 'that smart-alleck disembodied voice you keep speaking to'.