[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

[knightoflight]

That doesn't sound very safe. [If he may disagree.]

She did, but you'll find our medical facilities rather...strained. Jim Kirk had told me it was far below what he was used to.

I don't know. He grew ill and died, and the Old City sages said that this was the way it was with their kind.

[damn_it_jim]

So your creators can make giant sentient robots, but can't program in the ability to detect sarcasm?

[Bones' eyebrows are raised at that, as he's drawn back into the discussion of the Titanic despite the conversational shift. But, after a long pause, he gets himself back on topic.

Well, on more important matters, there are a lot of reasons someone can die if they're pulled out of a closed environment. I can't get you any answers while I'm holed up in here, though.

[knightoflight]

I...uh. [Oh, no they have sarcasm. Wing is just too serious for his own good around humans. He bursts out laughing.] I'm sorry. I really should lighten up.

[Is that a hint?] I could fly--er, show you the way to the Old City?

[damn_it_jim]

Probably. You're starting to remind me of our executive officer, and one Spock's quite enough.

[He squints visibly at the offer, measuring it, before coming down on the side of considering it genuine.]

That's kind of you, but I'm not going anywhere until this supposed fog clears. Last thing I need on a potentially hostile alien planet is to be off my head or coughing up my lungs or whatever this does.

this tag is obscenely late and I suck

[knightoflight]

Oh! Spock. Oh no. He's far more serious than I am. [Clearly Wing has thought about this himself.]

You are right. My apologies. I could bring you something if you need?

Late is OK! Busy month is busy.

[damn_it_jim]

I guess that depends on what all I should need. Any recommendations? Just how wild is this Wild West you've got going on here?

[Bones' gaze dips downwards, as he takes in the sum total of himself and his personal effects with a bare grimace.]

[knightoflight]

[The reference sails over his head. Of course.]

Well. We have had dinosaurs.

[damn_it_jim]

Dinosaurs.

Pull the other one, it's got bells on it.

[Have another bit of colloquialism to baffle you, Wing.]

[knightoflight]

Pull the other what?

[Blink.]

[damn_it_jim]

Leg.

As in 'you're pulling my leg'.

[Bones' tone is the patiently snarky one of a pedant explaining something.]

As in the notion of millions of years extinct animals roaming around is patently ridiculous. Unless you're talking about local creatures that just look like 'em.