taxonomites | 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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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.]

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