This is McCoy. Leave your name and a message, and I'll get back to you when I can. If this is a medical emergency, hang up and proceed to the nearest medical facility immediately.
[A crate has been left at your door, McCoy. It contains the finest alcohol Keeliai has to offer (good stuff, not the crap that's at the bars), and a brand new small portable metal bottle for when you really, really need a drink. The note is signed with the GL insignia, but no name. Still, there's no doubt who it might be from... is there?]
[ Not so fast, junior! Bones is a crotchety old man sans the cane. He knows whenever some kid is bending back the blades of grass on his front lawn!
The door swings open just in time to catch Kyle retreating from his good deed. Aww how sweet. It's about to get all the sweeter as McCoy steps over the crate towards the young man. And where the devil are his hands? Oh ha ha they are clasped behind his back like a good little StarFleet officer.
He just hopes he can keep the evil intent out of his eyes long enough. It can't be classified as force if it's in the patient's best interest right? Yeah, sure. Bones'll go with that. ]
[Who suspects nothing? This guy. The good doctor isn't enough of an idiot to try and get the drop on him, so he's not on his guard at all, plus, worn out from his camping trip. Boots dusty, a few small leaves in his hair, and a bit of dirt still on his hands. The backpack hangs loosely off one shoulder. He grins brightly and waves, completely innocent.]
Ohh, I think I can squeeze you into my busy schedule, Sir. Why don't you come to the clinic in the Earth Sector... We can kill two birds with one stone that way.
Any time you're available'll be just fine. Lord knows I never leave that damn place...
[Hey Bones, remember what happened last landfall? You got alcohol! Kyle's not breaking the tradition. Here's a crate, with the Corps insignia on it, so you know the sender.]
[ If there seems to be more vitriol in his voice than normal, then you are astute! The last thing McCoy enjoys is being roused by a tidal wave of telepathic emotion, and then to top it off have his Captain call him to explain shit while his brain is still trying to boot up. ]
Sorry, I guess I should have my tricorder runnin' constantly so I can pick up any strange phenomena that just happen to come around when I'm non compus mentus. I'll try to work on that!
[ There's a disgusted huff before sheets are pulled off and bare feet pad around a room. Eventually the familiar whine of a tricorder starts while McCoy hopes there is some kind of residual power still in the air. ]
Well, there's definite brainwave activity, but it's--Hell, the tricorder can't even process it, and there's several frequencies missin' here like the thing can't even pick 'em up. My God, what is that powerful?
[It comes in early morning on the 4th, before McCoy leaves for the clinic. The date's not lost on both of them, and Kyle doesn't have anyone to turn to besides the good country doctor.]
Not much to do. He runs off and doesn't like to be found. He'll come back when he feels like it.
[ Did he just describe a feral cat? Goddamn, he may have. ]
I wouldn't press. If he wants to talk about it, he will. If not, it'll only make it worse if you try to force a dialogue. Hell, the only thing you can actually do is maybe give him a bottle of something he likes to let him know you understand without pushing.
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The door swings open just in time to catch Kyle retreating from his good deed. Aww how sweet. It's about to get all the sweeter as McCoy steps over the crate towards the young man. And where the devil are his hands? Oh ha ha they are clasped behind his back like a good little StarFleet officer.
He just hopes he can keep the evil intent out of his eyes long enough. It can't be classified as force if it's in the patient's best interest right? Yeah, sure. Bones'll go with that. ]
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[His tone is terse and Bones can probably recognize his I Am A Motherfucking Captain hat is all the way on.]
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Figured as much... [ Not that this makes it any easier. ] What exactly has Spock told you?
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Mind-meld. I know most of it. Up to-- [a brief hesitation, and then he continues on like nothing's happened at all.] My death.
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How's he gone?! Did we lose him in some remote turtle shell wilderness I don't know about yet?
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Any time you're available'll be just fine. Lord knows I never leave that damn place...
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If I must.
[ goddamn startfleet regulations. goddamn doctors. ]
Ever thought that leaving it on occasion wouldn't be such a bad idea, doc?
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Cold I think. Whatever Clara had.
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[aka: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT CAN SCIENCE EXPLAIN IT.]
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[ If there seems to be more vitriol in his voice than normal, then you are astute! The last thing McCoy enjoys is being roused by a tidal wave of telepathic emotion, and then to top it off have his Captain call him to explain shit while his brain is still trying to boot up. ]
Sorry, I guess I should have my tricorder runnin' constantly so I can pick up any strange phenomena that just happen to come around when I'm non compus mentus. I'll try to work on that!
[ There's a disgusted huff before sheets are pulled off and bare feet pad around a room. Eventually the familiar whine of a tricorder starts while McCoy hopes there is some kind of residual power still in the air. ]
Well, there's definite brainwave activity, but it's--Hell, the tricorder can't even process it, and there's several frequencies missin' here like the thing can't even pick 'em up. My God, what is that powerful?
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[It comes in early morning on the 4th, before McCoy leaves for the clinic. The date's not lost on both of them, and Kyle doesn't have anyone to turn to besides the good country doctor.]
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With Jim?
Not much to do. He runs off and doesn't like to be found. He'll come back when he feels like it.
[ Did he just describe a feral cat? Goddamn, he may have. ]
I wouldn't press. If he wants to talk about it, he will. If not, it'll only make it worse if you try to force a dialogue. Hell, the only thing you can actually do is maybe give him a bottle of something he likes to let him know you understand without pushing.
Sorry, can't do much better than that for you.
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