[ Idly flicking through his journal -- hey, staying inside can be boring, okay -- it doesn't take McCoy long to stumble onto this particular transmission. But it does take him a moment to let this sink in and reply to the engineer. ]
Mr. Scott. [ . . . ] Uh.. you should get down from there.
So this was KIRK'S idea of fun, was it? "Oh let's beam Scotty to a Class Nothing world without even his underclothing!" We're not at the Academy anymore, Doctor. I won't stand for this type of prank.
[Scotty rubs a hand over the patchy reddish hairs that adorn his chest.] Aye, this has never really been enough for those times of public winter nudity. Where was my head this morning.
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Mr. Scott. [ . . . ] Uh.. you should get down from there.
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[Realizations happen. Then:]
So this was KIRK'S idea of fun, was it? "Oh let's beam Scotty to a Class Nothing world without even his underclothing!" We're not at the Academy anymore, Doctor. I won't stand for this type of prank.
[What a hypocrite.]
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[ God, he hopes so. It would be a dismal five years if Kirk beamed him everywhere for giggles. ]
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...[Then, nervous/suspicious:]
You can't see up it, can you?
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Scotty? Beam Me Up Scotty? The "I cannae give her no more" Scotty? That Scotty?
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Commander John Crichton, serving under Captain Jean Luc Picard of the USS [Oh wait, he can't use Enterprise here, can he?] Leviathan.
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[Scott raises the journal so that it picks up his surroundings on video. It may or may not be clear that he has landed on top of the clinic.]
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