FIVE | SPAM & TEXT
[Spam for Jim]
McCoy still didn't like the deck, but he was starting to reach an uneasy understanding with it. He'd done a lot of work with trying to over come his discomfort with space travel and space itself since he'd started at Starfleet, especially after he realized he was probably going to be talked into actually serving on a ship by Jim, rather than staying planetside somewhere to work in a clinic or lab, and so even if it was still weird as hell to step out and see nothing but stars and blackness, he didn't have to consciously fight back extreme panic every time he went up above deck.
So, he'd agreed to head up to the pub with Jim, suspicious of the new changes, but not anticipating it being much worse than it already had been, and he followed his friend up the stairs without actually complaining about it.
"I still can't believe you got lost."
[And Public, a while after the Spam:]
The Doctor's right, the deck isn't safe. It felt like something was trying to pull us over.
McCoy still didn't like the deck, but he was starting to reach an uneasy understanding with it. He'd done a lot of work with trying to over come his discomfort with space travel and space itself since he'd started at Starfleet, especially after he realized he was probably going to be talked into actually serving on a ship by Jim, rather than staying planetside somewhere to work in a clinic or lab, and so even if it was still weird as hell to step out and see nothing but stars and blackness, he didn't have to consciously fight back extreme panic every time he went up above deck.
So, he'd agreed to head up to the pub with Jim, suspicious of the new changes, but not anticipating it being much worse than it already had been, and he followed his friend up the stairs without actually complaining about it.
"I still can't believe you got lost."
[And Public, a while after the Spam:]
The Doctor's right, the deck isn't safe. It felt like something was trying to pull us over.