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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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[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.

[candothat]

[Not going there. Not thinking about that. Lalalala...]

Then I will fix your hospital and look for a girl named Tessa from the 1800s, with whom I will not flirt.

[Said as if all of this is very easy and will be accomplished in no time.]

[mintjulep]

[ Spines and tentacles, Chekov. Spines and tentacles.

Another chuckle, accompanied by a shake of his head. ]

You'll be keepin' busy, if nothing else.

[candothat]

[No. Just no. That wasn't covered in basic xenobiology, so no.]

I like being busy.

[He gives McCoy A Very Serious Look.]

I do not need to be watched. You will trust me to take care of myself?

[mintjulep]

[ It's been covered in "things Leonard McCoy has to deal with". ]

You're Starfleet. 'course you do.

[ Another snort. Damn, kid. ]

Watchin' you play with the computers ain't really my idea of a good time. Just give me a call if you need anything, all right?

[candothat]

[McCoy should reevaluate his friendships, perhaps...]

I can do that.