007 ¤ [ Visual | Location: Enterprise Sickbay / Bridge ] Played 'til my fingers bled
The Sickbay of the USS Enterprise was seldom busy in Taxon: still, the Chief Medical Officer often found things to busy himself with or run up diagnostics for his captain on various crew members or whatever the else Jim wanted. His conversation with Cordelia had seen him almost constantly in his facility lately and trying to research these glitches in the hope of some answers.
Oh, McCoy. Didn't your folks tell you not to tempt fate?
He had rested his eyes for only a second when a sudden flailing activated his tablet to all of Taxon; and it served only to broadcast a McCoy-shaped man falling unceremoniously onto the floor after jerking violently out of his chair. How embarrassing, right?
With something akin to a grunt and a whine, the Chief Medical Officer scrambled to his feet again… but wait, doesn't he usually wear blue? Well, not today. And he's not usually gangly with longish hair, is he? And most days, his clothes are not splattered with blood that looks disturbingly fresh.
Say goodbye to Bones for a little while and say hello to Leonard McCoy, seventeen year old student a few months shy of his eighteenth birthday. And oh boy, does he look flustered at the moment as his eyes wandered around the medical facility that is supposed to be his, normally.
Tentatively, he called out in the empty Sickbay, while trying to smooth down his sullied and somewhat crumpled clothes: "Emony...?" His voice was soft as he uttered that name, with a definite southern tremor that is thicker now than usually to the people who know him. Predictably enough, he received no answer to that call and instead decided to get the hell out of this facility and headed for the exit.
"... Is this a Starship?" He wondered out loud once he had left Sickbay and noticed the interior, trying to swallow down the rising fear that he was suspended somewhere high in the sky against his will, before taking a deep breath and instead looking at the doors of the Enterprise bridge. Well, maybe he could find out just what the hell was happening from some sort of command.
[ OOC: Glitched! I'm still backtagging on the previous post though. ]
Oh, McCoy. Didn't your folks tell you not to tempt fate?
He had rested his eyes for only a second when a sudden flailing activated his tablet to all of Taxon; and it served only to broadcast a McCoy-shaped man falling unceremoniously onto the floor after jerking violently out of his chair. How embarrassing, right?
With something akin to a grunt and a whine, the Chief Medical Officer scrambled to his feet again… but wait, doesn't he usually wear blue? Well, not today. And he's not usually gangly with longish hair, is he? And most days, his clothes are not splattered with blood that looks disturbingly fresh.
Say goodbye to Bones for a little while and say hello to Leonard McCoy, seventeen year old student a few months shy of his eighteenth birthday. And oh boy, does he look flustered at the moment as his eyes wandered around the medical facility that is supposed to be his, normally.
Tentatively, he called out in the empty Sickbay, while trying to smooth down his sullied and somewhat crumpled clothes: "Emony...?" His voice was soft as he uttered that name, with a definite southern tremor that is thicker now than usually to the people who know him. Predictably enough, he received no answer to that call and instead decided to get the hell out of this facility and headed for the exit.
"... Is this a Starship?" He wondered out loud once he had left Sickbay and noticed the interior, trying to swallow down the rising fear that he was suspended somewhere high in the sky against his will, before taking a deep breath and instead looking at the doors of the Enterprise bridge. Well, maybe he could find out just what the hell was happening from some sort of command.
[ OOC: Glitched! I'm still backtagging on the previous post though. ]