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[001] - Arrival | Video w/ option for Action
[Groggy was the least of Leonard's problems, following closely after 'Where the hell am I?'. Oh, sure, he'd sat and listened to the hologram, and it would be his damn luck if that was all true. He'd still prefer to hear it from a person.
Yanking someone off a spaceship in the middle of space wasn't as much of an impossibility as it seemed before Jim'd beamed onto the Enterprise mid-warp with Scotty.
He didn't mind being planet-side, a good old fashioned atmosphere was always well and good by him. What was pissing him off more was the fact that he'd come down with the clothes on his back, his communicator, and nothing much else. The damn communicator didn't even work, or at least it wasn't picking up anything.
After about an hour he'd stopped waiting by the bay, taken his welcome package and headed off to what the map had said was a bar a few blocks away. Jack's - or something like that.
One drink wasn't going to get him drunk and if he was really the only one that got abducted here they'd be looking for him.
Leonard McCoy is nursing his second glass of bourbon and frowning over the paperwork he'd taken to reading when he finally looks at the other communicator they gave him. Well, he figured, why the hell not? He's scowling into the device once he finally turns it on.]
Doctor Leonard McCoy, Starfleet Medical Officer here, and I've got just one good question for whoever happens to be on this damn thing; What the hell is really going on here?
[He tilts the device pointedly away and takes another sip of his drink before returning to its view. Then, as almost an afterthought he adds;]
Aside from what that hologram had to say.
Yanking someone off a spaceship in the middle of space wasn't as much of an impossibility as it seemed before Jim'd beamed onto the Enterprise mid-warp with Scotty.
He didn't mind being planet-side, a good old fashioned atmosphere was always well and good by him. What was pissing him off more was the fact that he'd come down with the clothes on his back, his communicator, and nothing much else. The damn communicator didn't even work, or at least it wasn't picking up anything.
After about an hour he'd stopped waiting by the bay, taken his welcome package and headed off to what the map had said was a bar a few blocks away. Jack's - or something like that.
One drink wasn't going to get him drunk and if he was really the only one that got abducted here they'd be looking for him.
Leonard McCoy is nursing his second glass of bourbon and frowning over the paperwork he'd taken to reading when he finally looks at the other communicator they gave him. Well, he figured, why the hell not? He's scowling into the device once he finally turns it on.]
Doctor Leonard McCoy, Starfleet Medical Officer here, and I've got just one good question for whoever happens to be on this damn thing; What the hell is really going on here?
[He tilts the device pointedly away and takes another sip of his drink before returning to its view. Then, as almost an afterthought he adds;]
Aside from what that hologram had to say.
[Video]
And a cheeky grin.
Oh no.
Tannu-- ]
You look like a grumpy one.
[ TANNU LEAVE THE POOR MAN ALONE. ]
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[He is definitely not in the mood.
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On the other hand, he's not too fond of doctors... too rigid. Too banal. They literally make his soul hurt. There's a reason it's impossible to drag him into a hospital, and it's much the same as anyone might put up a fight if you're trying to dunk them into a pure, metal-etching acid.
So, this should be interesting. ]
Just making an observation. As for what's going on here... you mean the grand scheme of things? Don't know, don't care. Little stuff, I pay more attention to. It's the details that get you every time.
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[He doesn't sound like he thinks it could be anything interesting but information was information - he guessed. And right now he had nothing better to do than scowl down at the communicator.]
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[ Dude looks human, but the Faerie would be the last person to assume. ]
There's a fuck-off trap of a shitty circus hanging out in Attleton right now... I suggest avoiding that, too. Former carnie, here, I know what I'm on about. That place is fucked. Hm... let's see...
A magical flu sort of thing going on in Fayren. I think that's somewhat under control, now, but I wouldn't chance it if you or anyone you know is a magic-user. Sneezing fire isn't fun for anyone involved, when it's not on purpose.
Ah... what else...
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[Cannibal towns, questionable circuses and magical flus. This place was sounding better and better.]
Look, how about you answer this - is there anywhere in this place that isn't falling apart, or dissolving into anarchy?
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[ A casual shrug. ]
Pretty much gonna have to roll the dice, I think.
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You don't have to answer that, I think I can guess.
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[ That's right, he cooked that fucker. Look, it BROKE HIS ROOF. ]
Also, death isn't super permanent, if you're unlucky enough to die to begin with you can give something up to come back. I'm proof of that, I'm one of the few around as far as I know who's done it.
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You find a damned mutated crustacean and decide to eat it? Did anyone even think to test it beforehand? It was probably radioactive.
[And then, with the next tidbit of information, he starts to be really glad he'd found a bar.]
Oh. Well I guess the radioactive surf on turf isn't that big of a problem then.
[He was really, really starting to dislike this place.]
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[ Humans, so fragile. ]
I did boil it thoroughly, if that helps. Had to use someone's pool, at that size, but we got the job done.
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Let me guess someone boiled the pool with magic.
[He says that word like a curse.]
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Thanks for the information.
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