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outer_divide2014-08-30 06:21 pm
punch_it) wrote in outer_divide2014-08-30 06:21 pm
[video] [locked to doctor mcbuttface mccoy]
[Jane is...somewhere. Somewhere outside. Somewhere outside and less than appropriately attired.
Is that his shirt? Who knows!
She's lost a shoe.
It's HILARIOUS.]
you totally missed it.
bones.
booooooones.
[jane stumbles and cackles.]
she'd be pissed, you know? course you know. she'd be SO MAD. Man, her accent would be GLORIOUS.
it gets all thick and gooey and ranty.
[she pauses and hiccups.]
i think you're lost.
Is that his shirt? Who knows!
She's lost a shoe.
It's HILARIOUS.]
you totally missed it.
bones.
booooooones.
[jane stumbles and cackles.]
she'd be pissed, you know? course you know. she'd be SO MAD. Man, her accent would be GLORIOUS.
it gets all thick and gooey and ranty.
[she pauses and hiccups.]
i think you're lost.
[Video]
She is in a sexy state, Bones. A sexy state.
[Ah. The sage wisdom of a giggly, happy drunk.]
...Do you think that's possible?
[There is a very real possibility here that she is actually considering this now in a not-totally-joking way.]
[Video]
[The focus of the camera shifts and whirls, perhaps not too easy on drunk!vision, as Bones sets it down to grab wearily for a shirt that he was sure he'd finally be able to leave off for the night.]
Do me a favour, though. Walk to the next cross-street and tell me what the sign says. I'll come get you.
[Video]
[Jane's tongue is like a living, thinking creature the way it's wiggling at him. She stumbles off a curb and onto the street, crossing without any concern for anyone or anything that could be out there with her.
She stops when she sees a sign and very slowly and obnoxiously reads it aloud for him.]
Gonna be my white knight, Bones? Fair warning. I don't swoon.
[Video]
[Bones does in fact own a horse that he's not entirely sure what to do with. It lives on a farm outside town where teenaged girls can fuss over it. He pauses for a moment, mapping the obnoxiously given address against his mental image of Poseidon and then nods slightly.]
Right. I know where that is, hang out and try not to get into a fistfight with any lampposts until I get there. Or make out with them.
[Video]
[Uh. Does he ride shirtless through a glen too? Cause Jane would be ALL OVER that.]
What about a little groping? [Jane grins.] You're really coming to get me?
[Video]
[And with a sigh and that sentence, Bones seems resigned to the fact that this is his life now. He does unbend enough to offer her half of a smile as he buttons his shirt -- no bare chested glen-riding tonight, it seems.]
And of course I'm coming to get you. Where there's a Kirk, there has to be a McCoy to fish their ass out of trouble. Law of the multiverse, woman, try to keep up.
[Video]
[And maybe it's the way she says it, or the hazy resigned expression that sweeps over her perpetually happy features, but that doesn't come out nearly as playfully as it should of, and for a second Jane disappears out of view. When she returns, it's clear from the angle she's sat down.
Her mood having taken a sharp dip, even if her smile is fixed and her eyes are dry.]
I miss her all the fucking time.
[Video]
[The snarky edge erodes into something a bit more bleakly compassionate as he looks at her slump, reading the fixed expression nearly as well on this female morph of a Kirk as he would on his own version.]
I'd say it gets better, but it's too damned late to lie. It doesn't. You just learn to deal with it and to keep busy enough that you've got other things to take up your brain space with.
[Video]
[Because ancient alien ships and people from a dozen realities and living with a guy version of her best friend, and obnoxiously sexy version of her best friend, apparently isn't cutting it for her. Look at her. This is bordering on gross behavior even for her standards. She hasn't really been this low since the day Pike died.
And that was a goddamn fucking awful series of days.
And then an even worse thought strikes her. She isn't sure if she's sobering or dangerously close to passing out because either seems infinitely possible as she sits there and the world tilts just a little bit to the left.]
Bones. Bones, do you actually like me? Or do you do this because I'm Jim with tits?
[Video]
[His feed jolts and bounces now, as he grabs a jacket and a few other things and makes his way out into the crisp air of a summer night that's edging on towards fall.]
Don't be an idiot, Jane, of course I like you for you. It might be for some of the same reasons I put up with Jim, but trust me, Jim with tits wouldn't be you, he'd be locked in a bathroom with a mirror making disturbing giggling sounds.
[Video]
Does he talk to his dick too?
Re: [Video]
If he does, I do not want to know. If Uhura ever wakes up here from a reality like mine, you could ask her -- he had a thing with her roommate back at the Academy.
Now, you go cuddle with your new friend the lamp post and I'll be with you in about ten minutes. Try not to get picked up by a patrol, I'd like to get some sleep tonight.
[Video]
[Which Jane is kind of not so sure she is at this point, but that fleeting upset is gone and now she's stuck again with the mental image of Bones with long flowing hair and an open top riding through fields and yep that's going to sustain her until he arrives.
Or she gets arrested for being drunk and disorderly and out after curfew.
Whichever happens first.]