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[medicos]

[ FILTERED FROM » KHAN ]

I knew there was a reason that I never wanted to be a pirate. Now I know.

For god's sake, no one get hurt. If I have to personally stitch your head together again myself, trust me, I'm going to make damn well sure that you won't like it so you'll never want to have another injury in your life ever again.

[ STARFLEET COMM FREQUENCY ]

Please tell me none of you have been cursed for the occasion.

The Anonymous spoke to the network about a couple of 'bubbles' situated somewhere in the City that'll help prevent us from getting cursed, but they also mentioned about some drawbacks. Loss of a sense, or of a memory, while you're inside. Quid pro quo.

Thoughts?

[ FILTER » JIM ]

Got some free time on you, Jim?

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[willworkforexperience]

Avast!-

Darn it-

Good luck, Doctor McCoy, is what I meant to say.

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[thenormalsquint]

i feel like you never wanted to be anything fun.

[medicos]

[ oh my god don't test him ]

That up there includes you.

[willworkforexperience]

[BUT HE IS MADE OF ADORABLE SPARKLES]

Next time I excavate a curse, I'll remember that!

starfleet comm frequency » audio ; private

[hischair]

[ He's been meaning to call, he really has. There's every reason to, it's just that he strongly suspects he'll say something wrong if he has to kick things off, so when Bones posts to the network it loosens a tiny knot of tension and lets him ease into things. The fact that Spock snapped at him to get his shit together (in Vulcan terms and therefore heavily paraphrasing) has given him little to think of but making up with Leonard, still floored on some level that his best friend never said anything about what he's been going through. It's all a year in the future for Jim, he hasn't given that period a thought because he hasn't lived through it, but the circumstances here are as screwed up as ever and he can't ignore it now the whole mess has been brought to his attention. He's starting to feel like anticipating future problems to nip them in the bud before they happen for him is going to become A Thing.

Jim's determined to discuss the important stuff eventually. First, there's everything else to get out of the way, menial City-wide bullshit in the form of pirates and bubbles. ]

Yeah, sure. [ He opts for a normal sort of tone in reply, deliberately keeping it even and light. ] What's up? Besides cutlasses and parrots.

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[medicos]

I used up all my fun when I was a kid. Got nothing left but my bones. [ HA you're not funny, bones, not funny. ]

[medicos]

[ THEY DON'T WORK ON GRUMPY OLD MEN LIKE HIM ]

Just how can you even excavate a curse?

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[thenormalsquint]

You're still too young to be so miserable. [If only she knew why!] Your bones aren't in a grave yet.

[willworkforexperience]

Incredibly carefully.

audio; starfleet comm

[logistical]

I am not [he coughs. There's a parrot squawking somewhere in the background] a lily-livered landlubber.

[The words are forced out slowly, like Spock is resisting every breath. Distantly, he says 'Please be silent!' at the bird, but it starts screeching.]

Where are these domes?

audio; starfleet comm

[hischair]

[ BADLY MUFFLED LAUGHTER. ]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Oh, thank fucking god, text.

[Guess who got rid of his sense of hearing.]

audio; starfleet comm

[logistical]

Do you have a suggestion to contribute, Captain?

[A cough.]

audio; starfleet comm

[hischair]

No, first mate, I do not.

audio > text; starfleet comm

[logistical]

Ye blackheart -

[He stops.]

What is your current location?

starfleet comm frequency » audio ; private

[medicos]

[ he just sort of - breathes out quietly when jim replies. he was afraid of the opposite, that jim would be feel too angry to answer him back. that's what he realizes was fucked up about what he did - he left jim. ]

You wanna head for one of the bubbles?

[ let's talk somewhere. ]

text; starfleet comm

[hischair]

i was enjoying that :(

on my way home, the whole place has gone nuts. you?

text; starfleet comm

[logistical]

I am in our residence. There appears to be a bird - Ara severus - I believe, accompanying me.

Your vernacular describes the situation precisely.

starfleet comm frequency » audio ; private

[hischair]

[ The same intense relief lives in Jim, banked behind a carefully controlled air so he can approach Leonard's issues in a timely fashion and not unconsciously blurt shit out. ]

Yeah. I'm on my way home, I was going to put some of our clothes in a bag in case we needed them at the domes. Meet you at the main one? Spread the word.

audio; starfleet comm

[medicos]

[ there is just. silence here. for a very long time. but the eyebrows have been raised so very high they've flown off his forehead. ]

Spock.

[ he's containing so much laughter. ]

Somewhere north of the city.

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[medicos]

Not as such, darling, but I'll take your word for it.

You safe?

[medicos]

That leaves a lot for the imagination, you realize?

audio; starfleet comm

[logistical]

[THIS IS NOT FUNNY, MCCOY, GOD.]

Why won't ye gift me a map?

Re: text; starfleet comm

[hischair]

grab some clothes. i'm putting mine and bones' in a bag with our toothbrushes, we're all bunking at one of the bubbles until this bad cliche is over

thank you, mr. spock, i try to be apt with my vernacular where i can :)))

text; starfleet comm

[logistical]

Aye aye, sir.