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[mintjulep]

Where the hell did all these people come from?

For god's sake, no one get hurt.

((ooc: Open to fourth wall! Everyone welcome~))

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[mintjulep]

Definitely powerful enough to bring us here, if they're actually the ones doing it -- don't know who else would be, though.

[ He nods. Here's that approval, Chekov. Try not to run off with it. ]

What about the clock?

[candothat]

There are such beings in the universe.

[He won't run off with it... but he will look rather pleased. It's not like McCoy hands out approval left and right.]

No one wished to talk about the clock. I know that it is under the carousel, protected somehow, and sometimes very loud.

[brightly] I also saw a car with an internal combustion engine!

[mintjulep]

[ Yeah, well, maybe he missed you, kid. ]

Typically loudest when people are alone, right. We had a curse two days ago where even socializing didn't help.

[ Snort. ]

Having fun with antiques?

[candothat]

[Don't tell him that.]

Ah. Does it bother you, even normally?

[Not to imply that McCoy is in any way against socializing...]

Until the owner of the car protested when I began taking it apart, yes.

[mintjulep]

[ Oh no, he knows better. ]

It fades into the background, depending on what I'm doing.

[ It depends on the company. ]

... Want to take a look at some antique medical tools and computers?

[candothat]

What do you do, with no sickbay?

[McCoy, you have offered up the holy grail.]

You have access to these, sir?--Doctor! Doctor, sorry.

[mintjulep]

I'm working at the hospital. Mostly trying to figure out their stone age medical equipment.

[ That's where you come in, Chekov. ]

Do you know what the hell a Windows 7 is?

[candothat]

This city is primitive in many ways.

[He's so pleased.]

No, but I can find out.

[mintjulep]

You can say that again.

[ He's not. ]

Hope you don't mind computers that can't talk, kid. C'mon.

[ He'll lead the way. ]

[candothat]

[He scoffs as he follows McCoy.]

I don't need a computer to talk to learn how it works.

[...It occurs to Chekov that, just maybe, McCoy will not appreciate such arrogance.]

Is there anyone else from the Enterprise here, sir?

[mintjulep]

They're clunky as hell.

[ Usually? No. Right now? He's just relieved that someone knows what the hell a dermal regenerator is other than him. ]

No one regularly, no. It's just been me.

[candothat]

They are antiques. They should be clunky.

[He frowns thoughtfully at McCoy's back, it being the only part of the good doctor that he can see.]

If it were me in this city with no one from the Enterprise, I would be very lonely.

[mintjulep]

They're antiques that I'm supposed to use every day.

[ He doesn't quite pause, but it's close. ]

It's not easy, bein' the only one who knows what you're talking about. [ Though if he had to guess, he'd say Chekov knows what that's like. ]

[candothat]

I may be able to make modifications.

[Yeah, Chekov might know about that.]

No, but you're not the only one who knows what you are talking about today.

[mintjulep]

I'm not sure they'd appreciate it, but I sure as hell wouldn't mind.

[ Oh, kid. Look at that, you made his lips twitch up. ]

Suppose I'm not.

[candothat]

They?

[Chekov hustles enough to stand next to McCoy rather than behind and looks at him expectantly.]

So? Would you like to talk, sir?

[mintjulep]

The hospital staff.

[ ... oh Chekov. ;3; ]

What'd I tell you about that 'sir' business around here?

[candothat]

Ah. If they are doctors, I'm sure they are clever enough to cope with slight changes.

[He whacks his own forehead in a rather exaggerated gesture and grimaces in a similarly ridiculous manner.]

That there is no need for me to call you that, Doctor.

[mintjulep]

[ There it is-- a chuckle. ]

Go ahead, then.

[ It's not like Chekov will be around to reap the consequences... and that thought is enough to send him back to frowning.

Well, at least until Chekov acts like a cartoon character. ] Don't worry about it.

[candothat]

[HA. McCoy can laugh! One mystery of the universe solved.]

What, precisely, troubles you about the computers?

[He frowns, but his tone is light.]

I would rather not risk being reported for insubordination because I misbehaved myself in an alternate dimension.

[mintjulep]

[ One down... how many to go? ]

Well, they're slow. It takes a bit to navigate places in 'em. Honestly, the medical equipment is worse.

[ Another slight chuckle. Dammit, Chekov. ]

Do me a favor, then. If you notice a girl named Tessa around, say hi. She should be easy to spot, seein' how she's from the 1800s.

[candothat]

[...A couple. Including what he can do about ancient medicine and, perhaps more puzzling, what the captain will not sleep with.]

What medical equipment is standard here? Needles and saws?

...You are ordering me to talk to a girl?

[There's nothing wrong with that, mind, but that's the kind of order Chekov would expect from Jim, not McCoy.]

[mintjulep]

[ That's definitely more puzzling. ]

More or less. Technology's from around about... 2011.

[ Eyeroll. ]

To talk to her, yeah, not flirt with her. She's a good kid. [ About his age, actually. ] Figured that if you're interested in antiques, you can't get much older 'round here.

[candothat]

[Twenty-first century medicine is more terrifying than Kirk's... hobbies.]

In that case, I will try not to get sick or injured here.

Yes, sir--no flirting. [But out of curiosity...] This is not solely for my entertainment. Does Tessa have friends here?

[mintjulep]

[ Depends on what he decided to sleep with... ]

Good idea.

She does. [ He just doesn't like Will very much. ] Doesn't mean she couldn't use another.