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[ The feed clicks on to show McCoy sitting at the table in the apartment he shares with Jim. He figured it was as good a place to post this from as any. ] So it seems like I'm gonna be stuck here longer than I'd hoped. Which means I'm officially lookin' for a job. As I mentioned when I first got here, I'm a doctor - and a damn good one, if I say so myself - so I'm definitely lookin' for something along those lines. [ Just don't ask Jim about his bedside manners, okay? He's not like that with everyone... ]

Based on what I've seen around here, though, I'm thinkin' it's safe to say that everything I'd be usin' is pretty outdated compared to what I learned with. It'll only take me a couple weeks to adjust, though, so don't worry 'bout that.

I don't exactly have any references here, but I'd be more than happy t' come in for any kind've interview that might be necessary.
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Oh, for the love of-- [ The feed cuts out for a moment, flashes to video and then ends up on voice again. ]

This is Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Enterprise. I have no idea who brought me here or how the hell you managed to do it, but I'm demandin' that you send me back. Right now. [ He pauses, as if waiting to magically be teleported back to the Enterprise.

When nothing happens, he sighs heavily and mutters, ]
I knew that wasn't gonna work. [ The next part comes out a little clearer. ] Could someone at least tell me how to get into contact with the Bridge? This damn thing doesn't seem t'want to connect me to 'em.


Jan. 4th, 2010 09:24 pm
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[The camera focuses to reveal a rather haggard-looking and bleary Bones. He squints the camera.]

Right, I assume this is on.

Here's a question for all of everyone out there. I've heard, and evidence suggests, that when we get sent back, we're sent back to exactly the same goddamn moment as where we were when we left.

So, does this really count as a new year? For us, I mean, not the locals.

Hell, far as I'm concerned this here's a very old year.
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Girls? Remember when I told you that you shouldn't be going out alone, or talking to strangers too much?

Well, I hope you do. Because you'd better be extra careful. It's dangerous out there, right now.

...And make sure you're eating healthy.


Oct. 6th, 2009 10:26 pm
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Right, then.

Who needs medical attention and hasn't gotten it?

I know you're out there.


Sep. 26th, 2009 10:35 pm
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It occurs to me that I have now been here for more than six months. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm sure it means something.

Medical care has definitely improved a damn sight here, though, I must say.


Aug. 7th, 2009 03:05 pm
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So, I hear the resident non-insane psychologist has been Ported out.

If anyone's really desperate, I have training. I'm really more of a surgeon, but you know what they say about ports and storms. You can find me at the Clinic.


Aug. 3rd, 2009 12:35 pm
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Can't you people go for a week without giving me a damn headache?

At any rate, I think it's about time for another clinic reminder. Yes, there is a clinic. It is open all hours, I should know, I pull skeleton, and has passing decent medical equipment for this time period. No, we will not blab your secrets to everyone, there is such a thing as confidentiality. This includes secret identities. And we won't turn you away for being "strange," unlike some other places in this cesspool.

If you're injured or ill, or just think you might be injured or ill, come to the clinic. No running off to lick your wounds in private, that's not allowed. And downright idiotic.

That's it, I think. McCoy out.

[Private to Spock]

We should talk.


Jun. 15th, 2009 09:07 pm
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Right, then.

I hope no one did anything phenomenally stupid.


Jun. 10th, 2009 12:18 am
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Here! Any y'all know where a man can get some mint? I mean fresh mint, still green an' growin'.

Oh, an' a mallet! An' a muddler!

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Uh, this probably is a bit of a ridiculous question.

Has anyone else here encountered folks that seemed like their friends, only it turns out they're not your friends at all? I mean, well, they are, but at the same time, they're completely different.

If the answer is "yes," got any suggestions on how to handle the situation?

Failing that, a drink?


May. 21st, 2009 01:10 am
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I have been informed by two different people that Emergency Services would be unwillin' to help them in case of injury. One of them went on to say that the hospital, any hospital, would also be unwillin'.

I have also been informed by another person that what I am assumin' is a third party had also informed her of the same situation.

Now, tell me something. Were they being paranoid, or do the doctors here not take a Hippocratic Oath? Because if it is true, then that's a situation that can't be allowed to stand, Prime Directive be damned!

Has anyone even tried to alter the situation?
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Okay, I have a very important question for y'all on the other end of this to consider.

What's a doctor to do when all his credentials are not only two hundred and sixty years in the future, but in an alternate universe, t'boot?
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So, I was told I should probably ask about this on the "main board." Now, I'm assuming that means sending out a general message to everyone in range, so that's what I'm doin'.

These powers, or whatever they are. From what I understand, this transporter or whatever it is, is supposed to have given me one. I'm going to assume that it has something to do with the panic attack-like symptoms I've been having.

Now, I say panic attack-like because, while on the surface it appears similar, I have discovered them to be something quite different entirely. It's more like being bombarded with feelings and emotions that I should by no means be experiencing. Worry, stress, fear, anger, boredom, giddy happiness, sadness. All at the same time, and over nothing.

I've been doing some slight experimentation, and it seems to increase in the vicinity of other people. This bein' a city of some sort, there are lots of those.

I wouldn't want to draw any inferences from these experiments, since they were by no means scientific. Besides, I know nothing about this particular, er, area of study, whatever you wanna call it.

What I'm askin' is: HOW IN GOD'S NAME DO I TURN IT OFF?

It's rainin', and I'd like to go inside.
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Hello? Hello!

Listen, if whoever brought me here is on the other end of this thing: you put me back on the ship right now, y'hear? RIGHT NOW!

You might also mind explainin' why I seem to be havin' some sort of panic attack every time I try to to go outside. Because I sure as hell can't.

Now, how do I turn this off, press this bu--


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