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001 { HOLO ☤ LOCATION: THE SANCTUARY } Melvarian mud fleas come in a little glass vial

In hindsight, McCoy should have expected something like this would happen to him during their five-year mission and especially after the incident with Nero and his crew. It was slim pickings they would bother him per say, but the fear was very much there and he knew -- as a certified doctor -- that bad luck could often cling to man like a bad smell and good fortune was not favouring him in recent years: he had lost the whole planet in a divorce, chosen a career where he would essentially expose his cells to ultra violet rays on a daily basis and even got ladled with a nickname from a new best friend, who just happened to be the Captain of the USS Enterprise.

"I don't want my atoms scattered God knows where, damn it."

And apparently, their friendship granted him very little favours since his request to take a shuttlecraft, which could quite easily transport him (and a few shaky ensigns he had managed to scaremonger) down to the Class M planet, had been denied. Well actually, the rebuff had come in the shape of a heavy slap on the shoulder and suggesting he should buckle up. Or some strong words to that effect, which managed to get the job done and prodded him reluctantly onto the transporter pad.

McCoy was going to make sure to remind anyone who asked about it if he ever got back onto the ship and his arm still hurt where he had clapped him on the arm, damn it.

One thing he was not expecting was to be subjected to the same scenario twice as he materialized in the sanctuary wracked with the usual transporter-related nerves and having his arrival broadcasted for everyone to see. After a brief moment of disorientation (mostly due to pattern buffer related nausea, which was far too psychosomatic for its own good) where he pressed his fingers against his temple in an attempt to dispel the uneasiness, he cracked open his eyes to see if he had indeed made it to the intended destination. Instead, he feels a wave of nostalgia sweep over him as his eyes dart around the unfamiliar room and his face contorts in confusion.

The surprise the tablet manages to catch quickly vanishes and his eyes slant his usual suspicion about anything foreign and far too alien for his liking, as he lowers his hand and pats at his side experimentally. His Starfleet issued phaser that he had been told to carry before beaming down? Gone, along with his medical pouch. He hadn't wanted to carry one of those blasted things around anyway, although he did lament the loss of his equipment and he briefly wondered if there was a beagle chewing on his hypospray in some alternative universe where people lost in transporters ended up. Most likely.

"Thanks a lot, Scotty."

McCoy's bitter gripe against the Scot did make him feel a bit better as his eyes travelled around the room, the place becoming increasingly familiar to the doctor as the name of the location danced on the tip of his tongue, but continued to evade him for the moment. But it was not in the good and wholesome sense of the word, like an association with his grandfather’s farm in good old Georgia. Nope, this one left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth as his nose wrinkled with disgust and a knot formed itself in his stomach as he associated this feeling to one where Joanna took a bit of tumble when he was meant to have been watching her play. No wonder Jocelyn had bled him dry.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!" He eventually exclaimed heatedly as it all came back to him, his head darting downwards as he raised his wrist to confirm his suspicions for certain; yep, that damn charm bracelet was fixed back on his wrist and he let it fall to his side as he huffed unhappily on the spot, "If I didn't like it here the first time, what makes you bastards think I'd want a second run at this living in this hell hole?"

He didn't expect a reply to that question as he sauntered away from the transporter pad and went to collect the tablet waiting for him. He snatched it up rolled his eyes at the default setting and, after a great amount of trial and error as he attempted to reacquaint himself with how to use it, switched it off.

There was quite enough technological crap to deal with today without having his hissy fit transmitted in a holographic form, thank you very much.

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And that, Kaylee realized, was the sound of someone returning to Taxon. Interaction with McCoy his first time in Taxon had been nonexistent, but she recognized the voice. The holograph popping up on her tablet only confirmed it was him.

She pressed her lips together and sighed, wandering over to her tablet to switch it on. It wasn't unheard of for people to return to Taxon, but he actually seemed to know he was back again. Interesting, considering that most returnees (herself included) forgot. Ah, well. Time to play re-welcoming committee. Kaylee smiled into the tablet, probably a little sadder than she meant.

"Right. Welcome back, then."

Some things about Taxon were becoming clear in his memory again, but other things were not and he wondered about the identity of the woman was welcoming him. Familiar, but no name or physical image sprung to mind as he observed the visual feed; probably just another captive in a crowd of Extras that he had seen (or heard) on the tablets from time to time, especially during the times he couldn't find anything to busy himself in sickbay with.

"Thanks for the welcome," He responded as he struggled with the tablet in his hand, each word fluctuating with agitation, although his irritation was not directed at her. He was not sure what time has passed since he was sent back to the Enterprise, but she was still here. And that bothered him; how many others were still here? Were his crewmates still stuck here too?

"Can't say that I'm happy to be back. I'm not even sure how long I've been gone, miss."

Kaylee was used to cranky crewmembers, particularly when it came to her captain. She wasn't bothered at all by his behavior, especially given the case. If she left, she definitely didn't want to be coming back and remembering it all.

"What I'm here for. Got the closest place to the Sanctuary, kinda turned into the Meet 'n Greet committee."

She flipped through her tablet casually, trying to seek out past transmissions. "Don't blame you at all for it, though you've missed some of the more excitin' events. Probly been a good five months since you've been around. Can't find anythin' later than that...and it's Kaylee. Don't worry 'bout rememberin' me, don't think we talked more than maybe once." If that.

His shoulders hitched with tension. Five months? What the hell was supposed to have happened in five months that was so important enough to send him back? He counted a few issues of ripped shirts, a couple of hostilities not even worth mentioning, long stretches of travelling through space... and he was a doctor, not a philosopher. Someone else could waste their time theorizing over this; he'd rather do it over a glass of bourbon himself.

"Sorry, it doesn't sit right with me forgetting a lady's name like this. Goes against what I was taught." He admitted despite what Kaylee said, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish manner as he cleared his throat and tried to get back on track. The doctor could try and get some much needed face back later.

"... Well, I'm Leonard McCoy. And the closest thing to this place, huh? Good, I don't trust the transportation in this damn place; never know if I'm going to end up rooted in one of the glitch hotspots they used to have." Which was a total of one, but he was notorious for not letting anyone forget anything that dared to affect him in a negative way.

Ooh, he wasn't happy. Kaylee did her best to keep on smiling--sometimes it worked, smiles were infectious like that--as the conversation continued.

"Don't think we were ever introduced proper-like, so it ain't anythin' to worry over." Of course, Kaylee would take this over some of Simon's attempts at apologizing any day (though really, even Simon's failed attempts were missed at this point). She really didn't mind it at all, in any case.

"Just makes it easier on a lot of new folks, I think. The ranch is close, mostly central in the city, so it offers up a decent startin' space."

Her efforts to make him smile would be paid off eventually, since there were a few things that could make the cantankerous doctor smile like an idiot and bounce happily on the balls of his feet; booze and anything that reminded him of Georgia being the main causes, so the mention of a ranch is definitely a wealthy cause for the corners of his lips to twitch into a smile.

"A ranch, huh?" He was getting sidetracked as his brow furrowed, "And what have I missed that was 'exciting' exactly?"

"Sure is!" Kaylee stepped outside of the shop, turning the tablet around so he could see the house and garden. Serenity wasn't too far off in the background, landed on what looked like it would normally be fields. In Taxon, unfortunately, the land looks more covered overgrown grass than anything useful.

Kaylee took a seat on the bench outside the shop, and spun the tablet back toward her. "Well, normal glitches, but those ain't always excitin' 'less you're countin' the monster-type ones. But a few months back we had a systems failure. Lost oxygen for a while, place pretty much crumbled. In the light of it, though, there was a tunnel found down to another city, a lot like here. I didn't make it down, but apparently there were people in that city before this one, all...you know." She bites her lip and jerks her head a little. Dead, all dead. "None of 'em had bracelets."

[Poor, poor McCoy. His least favorite person on the planet has found him.]

I am afraid, doctor, that no one is "kidding."

[ Unsurprisingly, McCoy does not waste any time jabbing the device angrily until it's only the voice function and neither does he mince words with the Vulcan stating the obvious. ]

Well, someone has a deranged sense of humour around here if you're the one driving the welcome wagon. [ And which Spock was he talking to exactly? McCoy was certain he had taunted the First Officer about their captors at one point when he himself returned to Taxon for a second time, but... ] Did you ever talk to those furry little critters, Mr. Spock?

[Certainly, there was little doubt as to which "furry little critters" the doctor was referring to, but having just arrived, Spock hasn't yet had the opportunity to see one, much less hold a conversation. All he had to go on was what the others he had met here had said about them.]

No, doctor. I have not. I have arrived only recently.

[ Score, something to troll him with later. ]

... How recent are we talking about here?

[Only Bones would think of something like that.]

A matter of days.

So, this is the third time you've been brought back.

[ Is there a silver of arrogance behind his words? Oh, definitely. ]

[Of course there is. He wouldn't be Bones without it.]

Back, doctor? I have never before seen this place.

Of course you haven't. Anyone can replicate a block of wood in this place Mr. Spock, but someone like me? Well, I'm one of a kind.

I am afraid that I do not see a block of wood that has been replicated, doctor.

Of couse you wouldn't.

"Of course?"

Never mind. Is Lieutenant Uhura still here?

I was not aware that she is or ever had been here.

... Oh.

[ Crap. ]

I presume, then, that she is no longer here.

Well I wouldn't know, would I? I only just got dragged back to this place myself. Damn hamsters; make up your mind where the hell you want me.

[ And fix it so he doesn't open his mouth and let a boot come out, even if kicking the Vulcan is tempting. ] I’m not beaming back to the Enterprise. I'd rather walk.

[Please don't kick the Vulcan.]

Back?

Kirk hadn't intended on looking at the network this morning. Oh, he checked it on a daily basis, but glancing over it first thing in the morning was no longer much of a necessity. In the weeks after the rest of his crew had vanished, he'd checked it almost religiously in selfish hopes that one of them would return so he wouldn't be alone on this godforsaken planet in the middle of who knows what system. B'Elanna had remained, however, and now Spock had been sent back. Part of him was irritated by that, the other elated. (He would never, ever tell the Vulcan this.) What made him rush back onto the bridge for the tablet he discarded onto his desk when he went to step off the ship to hatch something was exiting the bridge and instead of stepping out into the Taxon wilderness, he found himself in a sleek, white hallway much like the one that used to link the bridge, sickbay and transporter room together to form some strange, conglomeration of decks that wouldn't otherwise connect this way.

The transporter room was still absent, but sickbay was back.

Back onto the bridge it was and if the doors to his ready room had been actual doors, he would've flung them open in attempt to get inside the room faster. He picked his tablet up and switched on the network - and sure enough, there was his best friend's image on the screen.

"Bones!" Yes, Bones, that would indeed be the face of one Jim Kirk grinning at you like the idiot he is. "Welcome back."

"Jim!"

First Spock had been the one to contact him, now it was Jim. He couldn't decide if two out of three crewmates still being stuck in here was a good thing or not, but having his best friend grin at him like an idiot was a happy alternative to fighting with Spock over these damn things.

But his upturned scowl quickly soured as realization dawned on him, "You sound happy," McCoy countered his elation with his customary suspicion as he pushed open the door to the sanctuary with exaggeration and lamented, "I guess this means I didn't bring sickbay back with me."

Why else would his best friend take such great joy in his return? That smartass smile almost always ended up with a jibe about his ex-wife coming up in conversation or one of his hyposprays conveniently going missing whenever there was a quarterly physical check was due.

"No, you did!" Kirk made his way out of the ready room, onto the bridge and out into the hall. The tablet is turned away from him for a moment to give Bones a good view of the door to sickbay.

The fact that Kirk isn't complaining or making any sort of negative fuss over sickbay being back is a telltale sign of just how long the young captain has been in Taxon without his best friend's presence. Never, did he think he'd be happy to see sickbay, but he is. Elated, even.

"Nice to see I can rely on those bastards for doing something right in this damn place."

Yes, McCoy was appeased to see sickbay had indeed followed him and fixed itself back onto the part of the Enterprise that had been a permanent fixture for him in Taxon. And to think, he considered Kirk to be the flighty one in their friendship. He could choke on his words now and properly stamp his feet over the medical bay being detached from the ship once he had settled into routine again later.

"So help me, I'm actually surprised to see you're still in one piece." It sounded a mix between indignant and apologetic, but did nothing to lessen the cold knot that had formed in his stomach after Kaylee told him how long he had been gone, "Five months without a sickbay to haul your ass into... my god man, you must have been treading on egg shells."

Kirk turned the tablet back to him and glowered - albeit, a bit halfheartedly - at his best friend. "I'll have you know that I did well at not getting myself killed or injured or infected with any mysterious diseases while you were away. Never let it be said I can't be left to my own devices."

What goes unsaid was that his moodiness and displeasure with the Taxon situation in general left him feeling disenchanted towards his usual trouble-making agenda.

"You remember how to get out, don't you?"

Typically of McCoy, he rolled his eyes at Kirk as he glowered over the feed and rather than dignify him with a sharp retort to his holier than thou attitude, he tried to focus on the last thing he remembered before his unanticipated return. Familiarity was rife, but the conditions concerning his departure remained obstinately out of reach.

"What do you think?" He asked him sarcastically although there was a distinct lack of bite to his words, "I'm a doctor, not an escape artist. I couldn't remember a damn thing about this place until I opened my eyes and saw this room... again!"

"Pick up the tablet, Bones," Kirk pointed out, tone something caught between exasperation and amusement. Typical talking to Bones tone. God, he missed this. (More than he was willing to admit to the doctor. Taxon had been lonely for a while there.) "You need to have it on you before the doors will open."

"So, not only do they turn on when you don't want them to, but they double as key cards now? Oh, to hell with that," McCoy grumbled although to his credit, he did double back to pick up the tablet at his request. "I'm going to throw it in the first body of water I see."

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"They double as a lot of things, Bones." Kirk shook his head at the doctor, but it was more a fond shake and less of one that indicated any sort of disapproval. "Wouldn't recommend that. You need it for more than any of us would like. Stay close to the Sanctuary, I'm on my way."

Bones would probably be glad to learn that the transporter room had vanished with Uhura, thus Kirk couldn't just lock onto his signal and beam him unwillingly to the ship. Instead, he was going to have to take the tram into Central.

"Don't worry about me," He waved his hand at the tablet, "I'm not going anywhere."

McCoy is thankful for the lack of beaming to the ship, but also suspicious. His slur match with Spock revealed that Uhura wasn't in the city anymore –- he would probably pay for being loose lipped, he imagined -- then what part of the Enterprise had the pointy eared bastard brought with him?

Roughly ten minutes later, Kirk stepped off the tram in Central nearest to the Sanctuary and made his way inside.

"Bones?"

"Do you see any other hard-working doctors around?"

Luckily (or unluckily?) for Kirk, McCoy did choose to sit on the steps of the transporter instead of storming outside to destroy his tablet in some dramatic way successfully and proved to Jim that, once again, all he can do at the best of times is blow hot air and make empty threats.

"Those are in short supply these days. Been needing you to pick up the slack of the non-existent."

Despite the trolling and mocking - it was a requirement, this was Kirk and Bones - Kirk grins at seeing his friend again. If they weren't who they were, there might be a hug in there and an 'I missed you, man' tossed in for extra, but that wasn't how they rolled. Instead, Bones gets a firm clap on the shoulder and asked, "So, why are you still lingering inside, again?"

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B'Elanna put down her screwdriver, temporarily ignoring the modifications she'd been making to the Delta Flyer's communication systems in order to focus on the tablet. Someone else who was familiar with Montgomery Scott and the Enterprise? At this rate, the hamsters were going to imprison the entire crew in Taxon.

(Why that crew, though? Why not bring the rest of Voyager to the city? Meeting Kirk and Spock had been a privilege that B'Elanna had never expected to have, but she wanted her own family more than she wanted a chance to mix with historical heroes.)

"Welcome back to Taxon," she said, "Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres, USS Voyager." She'd seen a variety of reactions to her forehead ridges, but at least he'd know what a klingon was. He wouldn't think she was some kind of demon. "Since you already know the city, it's probably safe for me to skip the introduction."

...Dr. McCoy?

[ hopeful teenager, get! ]

Uh... Summers, right? The younger one.

[ Not the smaller one, she's actually taller than Jim's girlfriend. Wuh-oh. ]

How have you been, Dawn?

[ this be the image of cordelia looking smug. ]

Well, well, well. Look who we have here.

[ That is a foreboding statement and his forehead crinkles with suspicion as he regards the familiar woman. Maybe even fear. Does she still remember that conversation about that illustrious H in his name? ]

Chase? Have you become a representative for those damn hamsters or something while I've been gone?

Or something is right. I've been elected to become their queen.

[ she smiles at him, gives him a little wave. ] Welcome back, H. Miss me yet?

[ ...does that answer your question horatio? ]

Oh... well, good for you.

[ He looks grim at the mention of the middle initial. And so very unhappy. ] If I answer that positively, will you let me off?

It would be better if I wasn't pulling your leg, too.

[ she pretends to think about that question. ] Off of Taxon? Nah.

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001 { HOLO ☤ LOCATION: THE SANCTUARY } Melvarian mud fleas come in a little glass vial

[ visual ] A little glass vial?

[ visual ] A little glass vial!

[ visual ] And does the little glass vial go into the gun?

[ visual ] it goes into a beloved hypospray

[ visual ] good enough for me!

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[Voice] fyi, I really missed their trolling ;o;

[Voice] /clings to delicious castmate <333 that's still so weird fgfdkd

[Voice] <3333 You'll get used to it bb~ WE CAN TROLL FOREVER

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[ visual ] not as crap as this /sob why am I so tired

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[ voice ] ...i lol'd. and then put on repo.

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