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(Mirrorverse) The Situation as it Stands

Jan 06, 2010 20:14

It was everything he could have hoped for. The ship responded to his mere thoughts, as long as some part of his body was in contact with something connected to the ship. The floor, a console, a wall, anything seemed to work provided part of the ship ran through it. His bed, for example, did not work. His ship would live beyond him. It hurt that ( Read more... )

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headnursechapel January 7 2010, 05:14:15 UTC

[[OOC: ♥]]

rn_chapel January 7 2010, 05:15:44 UTC

[[OOC: Seconded. OMG SO SWEET. In a very manly way, of course.]]

sharpestscalpel January 7 2010, 15:13:32 UTC

He'd never been in Pike's quarters before - and it was debatable whether or not Pike would let him in now.

McCoy buzzed the door and stood back, ale in one hand, tricorder in his other.

There were some curiosities he wanted to satisfy - and he was willing to take a risk to do so.

iron_command January 7 2010, 15:18:36 UTC

Pike stood and gracefully tucked the two packs out of sight in the closet before he leisurely walked to the door. The probes told him swiftly who was there, and he was far more likely to meet anyone at the door. He did not let anyone but Spock into his quarters. The door opened, and he studied McCoy before raising a brow, "Yes?" Why was McCoy here? An update about Kirk, perhaps? Somehow, he doubted it.

sharpestscalpel January 7 2010, 15:26:43 UTC

"You fancy a drink, o' captain, my motherfucking captain?

It was possible McCoy had already had a shot of a potent blue liquid - from an open container in his quarters, he was no goddamn idiot and the jug of it he held up for Pike's inspection was still sealed with the damned wax those old-fashioned asshole Romulans still used.

"I got some readings you might find of fucking interest. In an... unofficial capacity."

iron_command January 7 2010, 15:30:19 UTC

He trusted McCoy about as far as he could throw the man, and it was obvious the doctor was up to something. McCoy had never come to his quarters before. Pike studied the doctor before stepping aside, gesturing, "Come in." Where had McCoy gotten Romulan ale, he wondered. He crossed the room, ordering the door to shut and lock silently, and sat down in the large leather chair. He gave a flick of his fingers towards the couch for McCoy to sit. While he was captain, he made sure that he would be comfortable for the long run.

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