[Video, Monday Evening, Week 14] CMO's Log: Entry One

[damn_it_jim]

[It's shortly after Nem's message goes out that a new face appears on the network. Bones had awoken from his pod a couple hours previously, but had spent the time finding his pants and prowling around with a suspicious glower, trying to get his bearings and trying to place just what the hell sort of alien storage facility he's found himself shunted to.]

I don't know where the hell I am, or who the hell you people are, but if you need shelter or you need medical help, then I'm inside some sort of stasis facility and the walls here look good and thick.

The name's McCoy. Dr. Leonard McCoy.

Comments

[damn_it_jim]

[The snort this question gets is pitch-perfect Bones, so apparently the pods haven't affected his personality, at least.]

I don't destroy sickbays, I improve them.

Yet to find any here, though, just a lot of stasis tubes, and a lot of them with tenants. Are we dealing with kidnappers, here? They're not very intelligent ones if so -- I've got nothing left worth paying as a ransom.

[prime_logic]

It does seem to be kidnapping, of a sort. However, I do not believe their intentions are hostile. The people who have brought us here appear to be in need of assistance.

[Spock raises an eyebrow as the something "different" about his friend finally clicks.]

Doctor, what is that you are wearing?

[That uniform does not look like the Starfleet standard.]

[damn_it_jim]

Not surprising. If they've been fighting the kind of wars that leave behind chemical or biological or whatever kind of weapon's in that fog, they'll need all the help they can get.

[His tone suggests 'psychological' might be one form of that help, but his expresion shifts at the question, glancing down at, to him, standard Starfleet medical/scientific blue before he squints at Spock through the communicator's small display.]

My uniform. Are those vulcan pyjamas you've got on?

[prime_logic]

[And that is what he was concerned about. He only hopes that this McCoy is not from that other, more savage universe. Although he seems a bit more sedate than that McCoy had been.]

No. Vulcans do not wear pyjamas. We find them too confining for sleep purposes.

It would appear that we have some things to discuss.

[Now he is concerned that it may not be his Jim, either. And that bothers him more than he cares to admit.]

[damn_it_jim]

[McCoy's eyebrows very nearly rival Spock's talents in raising them as he takes that in.]

There are some aspects of other species' cultures that I'm quite happy not to know about.

[But that statement is fairly obvious as a reflexive one, designed to give him a little more time to mull over the real problem. The conclusion he's coming to isn't ideal, features alternate universes, and is therefore not something to discuss over a comm system of unknown, and therefore dubious, security.]

But no argument from me on that, and I'll be watching for this fog to lift. Do these people have a hospital?

[prime_logic]

[Spock has arrived at a similar conclusion, although with a bit more proof. At least this Dr. McCoy seems similar enough for now, at least in temperament if not attire.]

There is... a medical facility of sorts, but hardly up to the tasks they are given. I am certain they would accept any help that was offered, even from yourself, Doctor.

[damn_it_jim]

Well then. [The 'even from yourself' twitches at Bones' lips, but he seems more interested in the situation than in exchanging another round of banter with Spock. For now.]

I'll head that was as soon as this fog clears. Just what other assistance are they looking for? You mentioned Jim was on a search party.