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002 { VISUAL ☤ LOCATION: SICKBAY }

Never having much luck with the communication devices during his previous stay, McCoy has been fortunate enough to avoid any accidental (and incriminating) transmissions since he arrived back in the city. And not to mention avoiding the tail-end of the barrage of glitches that have seemed to of plagued the population, but he is not going to risk bragging about that. Why tempt fate or -- in this case -- those damn hamsters?

But he cannot be a social hermit forever, which is why his tablet is finally activated today and currently angled to show an impressive view of the interior of his sickbay. It must be a good few minutes before the doctor does reign the camera back onto himself. Once he is convinced the damn thing is indeed recording him, he leans back in his chair and clears his throat. For a man who is from the future, technology is definitely not his strongest point.

"Well..." The doctor drawls sardonically with a raised eyebrow, "This place never really slows down, does it? How much crap have we had to deal with lately?"

He does not expect a reply to that rhetorical question and despite the sour nature of the sentence, he sounds surprisingly chipper today. It turns out not being glitched has a positive effect on cantankerous country doctors.

"Jim, Spock -- are the two of you still sane out there? You're not going to try and make me do that.. uh, hula-bop thing, are you?"

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"It's called 'the bop', Bones," comes the answer from one back to normal starship captain, lounging in his chair on the bridge like it was the most comfortable chair in the universe. "And dancing it may still be required."

"I don't care what it's called, Jim." It was a passive aggressive mumble, as he was most likely frustrated at the lack of a straight answer from the Starfleet captain and the way he was lounging in that Goddamn chair. "You're not making me dance."

"Not even it's a direct order from your commanding officer?"

Perhaps one of these days, James Kirk would learn to stop trolling his poor best friend and actually give him a straight answer right off the bat. However, given how the Kirk of the original timeline never relented, the chance this one would was slim to none. (Sorry, Bones.)

"Not even a direct order."

Kirk glowers at him halfheartedly and contemplates saying 'you're no fun', but instead settles on: "Violating a direct order's grounds for a court marshal, Bones."

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"I'm sure it is," McCoy says entirely too flippantly as his grumpiness loses battle to the grin that forms on his face. The doctor knows that he can speak his mind; no point mollycoddling the captain, he needs to know the real deal.

"Good luck conducting one with that pointy-eared bastard hanging around. Can't count on him for most things, but I can expect him to remind you how illogical you're being."

If any other person spoke to him the way that Bones often did, Kirk would frysquint and have his eye on them - especially a member of his own crew. One simply did not talk to their commanding officer in such a way. But this was Bones and Kirk could easily tell when he was just being a grump or being completely serious. He could threatened to relieve him of command and Kirk wouldn't bat an eyelash.

"Unless he's too busy dancing to give me one of his 'humans are illogical creatures' speeches."

Hula-bop? What are you, sixty-five?

[Shut up, Lexi. You're the last person to crack on somebody's age.]

[ Surprisingly, that question does not offend him that much. ]

Half that, then you'll get the right answer.

And then do I multiply it by seven like dog years to get the real answer?

[Lexi.]

I'm a doctor, mathematician. Just halving it will be fine.

So physically, you're thirty-something, but mentally you seems like a grumpy old man who doesn't like to do the hula-bop. I can work with it. Oh, I'm on your lawn.

I don't have a lawn.

[ ... Not yet, anyway. Maybe he could claim a lawn in this place and call it his own. ] And it's not just the hula-booping, I hate all kind of dancing.

So you hate fun.

Define fun.

Anything you don't like?

[Hello, Bones. Welcome to Lexi, she who has nothing better to do forever.]

[ He is beginning to see this. ]

Am I an urban legend around here or something?

I don't know. Are you?

It's beginning to feel like it with the amount of abuse I'm getting.

[ Because in his world, attention is clearly abuse. ]

Who's abusing you?

[Because if this is abuse, he hasn't seen Lexi do abuse yet. Just ask Damon.]

You mean that wasn't the worst of it?

[ said about as dryly as one can say anything. angela is a homicide detective from LA, she's come to expect the worst of everything. ]

It depend. What do you think is the worst thing those bastards can do to us?

Theta is one unamused looking young woman. She was trying hard, very hard, very very hard not to think about the glitch and what had happened during it. It was her first glitch, though she'd been here for one more before it, and she hadn't liked it at all. She answers the call easily enough, though her annoyance with the world is clear on her face. "I should hope it slows down, but I rather doubt it will."

Dude, the what?

You heard me.

[ Someone is a bit grumpy after his best friend pointed out the mistake. ]

Yeah, and I still got no idea what you meant.

[ dear bones: this one wanders naked around your spaceship. ]

...Do the what?

Uh.. 'the bop'.

Which is?

[ ah, trolling: the refuge of all sad tiny summers. ]

[Amy's more interested in the view of the room. Shiny, futuristic... hmm, must be a...] Hey, is that a spaceship? How'd you get a whole bloody spaceship? I only got a book.

"It's not a spaceship." McCoy tells her, then figures he should amend that statement. She isn't entirely off the mark. "It's the medical facilities on a spaceship."

She gives a shrug. "To-may-to, to-mah-to." After peering carefully at the screen, she adds, "Have we met yet?"

Hello there, Bones. Have a teenager squinting at your feed and making a face that translates to 'really?' that he holds for second, then lets go of.

"Sane's a relative term. No-one's completely free from the clutches of insanity."

Hello odd and vaguely pallid teenager squinting at him through the tablet. McCoy is not impressed with that facial expression of yours and harrumphs.

"It's funny that people are honing in on that," He commented dryly. "Since I only meant to ask my crew mates."

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Oh by the way, that teenager bit? Totally a lie. ...sort of. Because his type of vampire is special in that he's both old and young at the same time. Such would be known publicly if he and Damon (and Lexi) weren't playing yet another grand round of 'just normal folk from Virginia'. In their defense, they're not evil or intending harm (...well, Damon is-- Damon and his tantrums don't count); they just want to be left alone to live in this Founders-free place.

"Maybe filter it to them specifically next time." Stefan. "So what, you're in the navy?"

McCoy doesn't want to know about that, Mister Stefan Salvatore. It has the ability to send him to sleep and incite rage in him at the same time. And if it isn't space, it's the ocean. And if it isn't the ocean, then it is something like bacteria found in some far-off galaxy that can cause your lungs to inflame or make you cluck like a chicken whilst your nose is bleeding. All of this McCoy fears, which is why he is affronted by the mere notion of being compared to some navy boy.

"Does it look like I'm in the navy, kid?" He scowls, pulling at his bitching Starfleet uniform which –- to the untrained eye –- could simply look like pyjamas, but they were an improvement from those jumpsuits. "And why the hell should I filter this?"

Bones, get therapy. (Stefan, shut up. You need all the therapy ever yourself.)

"How am I supposed to know?" He asks, though he does know and can tell his uniform is not that of the United States Navy, nor of any other country's navy he's familiar with. "Because you were talking only to them?"

I assure you, Doctor, that no such action is required.

Oh good, you're still sane.

[ His tone seems to suggest he doesn't put much faith in Vulcans being entirely sane. ]

[~~You should see him in his other game, Bones.~~ What is that logic.]

I hardly believe that there is anything here that would force me to become otherwise.

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