001 ✚ voice

[sufferably]

_{( A few hours after arriving, and after meeting up with Jim and figuring out some basics, because he's not about to make a public post that makes a fool of him in front of a bunch of people, Bones picks up the comm and says, rough southern accent and all-- )}

Alright. There's obviously no point asking about how to hail a ship that's in orbit two hundred years in the future.

_{( A great start, by Dr. Leonard McCoy. He sounds all business, and you can almost hear him rolling up his sleeves. )}

If this is a city of heroes, I'm willing to bet it's also a city of danger. _{( He says that derisively. )} If you were going to rate this place based on how easy it was to get sick, injured--how would it compare to your home ti--that is, world? Are buildings getting knocked down, people getting crazy interdimensional diseases?

I like to know what I'm working with.

Comments

[sufferably]

For about an hour, sure.

And from the sound of it, kid, the unicorn hates you.

[aggressiveapathy]

The unicorn was new. It didn't even know me.

[sufferably]

Last I checked, people didn't ask for your life story before they made judgment calls.

You telling me unicorns are different?

[aggressiveapathy]

Or TV lied to me.

[sufferably]

_{( Wow that's so retro. )}

Would that be too much of a shock for you to take?

[aggressiveapathy]

Yeah. The aliens that turn into other people and the ship full of crack were okay. But TV betraying me is it. That's the line.

[sufferably]

It had to be somewhere. Maybe taking a deep breath'll help you process.

[aggressiveapathy]

Only if the air is made of vodka.

[sufferably]

I didn't bother to test it, but I'm going to guess that'd be a negative.

[aggressiveapathy]

I'm not an air magician.

[sufferably]

If you ever become one, make sure you're selective about who gets vodka air.

Last thing we need is a bunch of drunks running themselves into traffic.

[aggressiveapathy]

They just come back.

Mostly.

[sufferably]

_{( Somewhere offscreen the magically reborn Tribble coos, apropos of this moment. )}

...come back? From sustaining serious injury, you mean?

[aggressiveapathy]

[In the woods, near her feet, a raccoon perks its ears up at that noise. An unholy alliance begins to be born.]

From dead.

[sufferably]

God damnit.

_{( He pauses, and the mutters, darkly: )} And everyone what, just takes that in stride?

[aggressiveapathy]

No. They do more stupid things for fun. Like fight evil bunnies. Then come crying back to me when they're in trouble for missing a million years of work.

[sufferably]

And what exactly are they expecting you to do about it?

[aggressiveapathy]

Kill them again or something, I guess.

[sufferably]

There seems to be more than one gap in logic in there somewhere, kid.

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm. You're in the City now. We don't do that here.

[sufferably]

_{( Somewhere, Spock cries mathematically. )}

Well. Guess I can work with that.

[aggressiveapathy]

What are you, anyway. To even, like.

[What is the word she's looking for.]

Care.

[sufferably]

I'm a doctor. I have to care, at least a little.

Name's Leonard McCoy.

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm. April Ludgate. Did you pick out a fancy superhero name or are you not a crazy person.

[sufferably]

I might be being slowly driven to insanity. I'll let you know, on that count.

But no. I did not pick a fancy superhero name.

_{( It gave him one. Shush. )}