> tell me, tell me, tell me what am I supposed to do? [ bones | open ]
[ Commander McCoy had been fine watching over the Northern Sickbay while the younger versions of himself caught some sleep. He was them - he knew they'd need it. Even if they never wanted to admit it. In the time he had walked around Sickbay and familiarized himself with the layout and tools. Things he hadn't seen in years to things that had just been introduced. Good God, the temporal violation.
Except Holly had distracted him long enough for her to lock out the damn computers. No interfaces would work. Called it a "mandatory rest day." He just got there, he didn't need a damn rest day. But he knew it was no point in arguing with a computer. Thus he had left with just a curt face and headed towards the Promenade. His outfit made him stick out like a sore thumb. ]
Except Holly had distracted him long enough for her to lock out the damn computers. No interfaces would work. Called it a "mandatory rest day." He just got there, he didn't need a damn rest day. But he knew it was no point in arguing with a computer. Thus he had left with just a curt face and headed towards the Promenade. His outfit made him stick out like a sore thumb. ]