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Leonard 'Bones' McCoy ([info]bones_mccoy) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-17 21:23:00

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Entry tags:arrival, complete, day twelve, leonard mccoy, ned the piemaker

WHO: Bones and OPEN (Ned)
WHAT: The doctor's in da house, yo!
WHEN: Day 12, late morning
WHERE: The middle of the Snakes and Ladder board
WARNINGS: PG, if that.
STATUS: Complete


He was going to kill that damn green-blooded hobgoblin. And it would be justifiable homicide, too, he was convinced of that. Now, if only he could get rid of the ethics that held him back from actually doing such a thing, that would work out fine. Because of Spock, he'd had to watch as his best friend was abandoned on a hostile planet. Kirk would probably get frostbite, at the very least. He'd always have to wonder if he'd made the right choice, standing back and letting it happen. Of course, if he hadn't, he was sure that the Enterprise would be down it's Chief Medical Officer, as well, since he would have been sent down right alongside Kirk. That was just the sort of bastard Spock was.

He stared after the half Vulcan with hatred and annoyance undisguised on his face. The acting Captain had told him to speak his mind, and he had. But Spock, so smugly secure in his rightness, hadn't even listened, as far as the doctor could tell. Oh, if it weren't the the bloody 'chain of command', he would have a few things to say to him, that was for damn sure.

Disgusted, he turned away, meaning to go back to his station on the bridge. He had work to do. And sulking. He didn't like to think about what Kirk could be up to down there without his stabilizing influence. Lost in his thoughts, he was taken by surprise, and didn't even notice the hole that opened up beneath his feet. He stepped right into it and fell through nothing to finally land. It was solid ground, so that was a bonus. It was obviously not a ship. But it was ground unlike anything he'd ever seen before.

His first, highly uncharitable thought was that Spock had really gotten himself into trouble this time. He must have beamed him off the ship, just like he had Kirk, only Bones hadn't done anything wrong. He was going to get that pointy-eared bastard busted back to ensign. He smirked to himself, and then looked around. First things first. He needed to find out where he was, then get to a place where he could lodge a formal complaint to Starfleet.

So he looked around for other people, someone to ask directions from. It was a strange sort of place, he decided. He was standing in the middle of a square, which was part of a larger grid. There were odd designs on some of the squares, they looked like snakes, actually, and others that looked to be ladders. The doctor took a cautious step into the next square, which had a snake tail in it. He would examine it, see what significance, if any, it had. Maybe it was just a decoration.

The second both feet were in the square, though, he was sliding along the ground, down the snakes body. His eyes widened and he looked for something to grab, but there was nothing. The odd thing was, the ground was completely flat. He shouldn't have slid along it at all. Finally, he came to a rest in the place where the snakes head was, and decided that, yes, he was annoyed.

"What the damn hell?"



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[info]bakersman
2009-06-18 01:04 pm UTC (link)
Okay, so game boards weren't exactly Ned's thing. In fact, Ned didn't like most things. But after staying hidden most of the previous day, first because of the singing and then because of that awful Pandora woman telling the world his deepest secret, he needed to get out. And when he found what, exactly, was waiting outside... Well, he couldn't help but be curious.

Jareth had outdone himself that time. It only took a time or two around the complex to figure out what he'd done. Game boards? What would he think of next? Better not to ask.

Shoots and ladders, too. Oh, the snakes version. Snakes and ladders. If it weren't so irritating to be there in the first place, Ned would've been fascinated. It was sort of amazing to think that he could do it in the first place. But why did it have to be him? Sighing, Ned climbed one of the ladders just to see what would happen. And what happened was he came face-to-face with an obviously annoyed man. "Oh, you know the board game, right? Kids game, Snakes and Ladders?" Wait. He hadn't seen this face around, had he? Ned got out so rarely it was hard to tell. "Are... Have you been here long?"

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-06-18 04:10 pm UTC (link)
Some board games would probably be around pretty much forever, like Chess. But Snakes and Ladders wasn't one of them, and, being from the future, the doctor had no idea what was going on. Even the version of Chess here would have seemed hopeless primitive. So he swore softly under his breath, looking around, with absolutely no clue what he was supposed to. If he took a step, was he going to go flying again? Or was it just the ones with the snakes on them?

His attention was pulled away from his thoughts by the approach of a man. He seemed to be a completely ordinary man, didn't have any obvious alien features, anyway, so he relaxed a little. Wherever he was, at least it was a human place. From observing him, he was able to tell one thing. If the snakes made you slide down, the ladders let you climb up this strange grid.

How ridiculously simple.

"It strikes me as a kids game." His head tilted to the side slightly as he looked at the other man, and then gestured with his head. "I think I've been kicked off my damn ship. Can you tell me where the hell I am?" Straight to the point, that was sort of the way he was.

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[info]bakersman
2009-06-20 12:01 am UTC (link)
"Well...where I come from, it's a kids' game. Here...not sure I'd want my kid playing with real snakes. Real looking snakes. Whatever." Ned was appalled. Not necessarily with the game itself. The tiny part of him that had enjoyed his early childhood thought the game was sort of brilliant, in a somwhat twisted way. No, what appalled him was how easily he'd accepted that he was walking on a giant children's game board.

This place had clearly warped his mind.

Hands tucked behind his back, as was Ned's norm, he gave the man a sympathetic smile. After all, what else could one do when having to bring to light the fact that you'd been kidnapped by a flamboyant goblin? The man's clothing looked familiar, and Ned didn't want to stop and think about it. If that Pandora had seen him on television, God only knew where this man was from.

"You... Well, I don't know how to say this. You probably won't see your...your ship, was it? You probably won't see it for a long time." Waving a hand around him, Ned offered a shrug. "It's a unique sort of place. We're all sort of trapped here. No one knows for how long, though."

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-06-20 04:36 am UTC (link)
Bones wasn't entirely certain if the other man was making the slightest bit of sense or not. But he put his own spin on things, anbd soon came up with something that he could handle. "So that damn pointy-eared bastard has beamed more than just me down here... I have to escape so I can report him. He's gonna be in so damn much trouble." Okay, maybe his explanation wasn't exactly complimentary to the half Vulcan Acting Captain, but Bones wasn't in the mood to be charitable. And it made more sense than the truth.

"Don't worry, kid. I'll find a way off here. Jim's gotta be around here somewhere, and if I know him, he's probably halfway through coming up with some stupid stunt." He smiled fondly at the thought, but knew that, if Kirk was on this strange Planet, he would be doing just that.

"Is it a forcefield of some sort? Damn it, I hate all this high tech stuff. Look where it lands you." His mouth twisted cynically, and then he turned to the other man and nodded. "Sorry, didn't introduce myself. The name's McCoy, Leonard McCoy. And I don't think I wanna play this damn game. That snake's eying me."

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[info]bakersman
2009-06-20 09:22 am UTC (link)
Ned's eyes widened a bit. Beam? Pointy-ears? Damn if that didn't sound like some Trekkie convention waiting to happen. He hadn't watched a lot of TV as a child, but even Ned knew the basic principles of pop culture. "I'm Ned. For the record. Which...pointy eared bastard would that be?" he questioned, studying the other man. This was too strange. First he found out he and Olive were apparently 'as seen on TV', and now it looked like he was running into... But that was impossible. The logical part of his brain still refused to accept any of it. "There are elves here, and from what I know they have pointed ears, but that's about it."

The poor man. Ned had never been the first to meet someone, odd as that might be. Probably because he rarely left his room unless it was with Olive by his side. "It's not any sort of technology, I don't think. From what I've heard, it's magic. You're being kept here by a goblin who apparently thinks it's fun to take people from all they know and care about." Ned visibly bristled at that. He was learning to adjust, and had finally accepted that he probably wasn't dreaming. But he did miss Chuck, desperately, and he missed The Pie Hole and even Emerson, too.

Hesitantly, he bit his lip. "And I wouldn't wager that your...Jim? That he's here. Lots of people are being separated." Ned felt a bit restless on revealing that, and moved to eye one of the snakes right back. Was it possible to be eaten in this land? Who knew. Certainly not him.

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-06-20 10:31 pm UTC (link)
The doctor arched an eyebrow, and then he practically spat out the name. "Acting Captain Spock." His tone made the title into a joke. To say he was unimpressed with what he'd seen of the half Vulcan was an understatement. "The one who sent me here. Why, you sent you?" He had his theory all worked out, where it was all Spock's fault that he was here, and he was reluctant to drop it. "What the damn hell is an elf?"

But his face contorted into an even more skeptical look as he was informed that this was all magic. "What sort of idiot do you think I am?" He looked around, though, and some of the certainty left him. Still... "To primitive cultures, science would look like magic. That's why we gotta be careful when meeting new races, or else they might set us up as Gods or something... or sacrifice us to their Gods."

He shook his head. "Jim's here. The hobgoblin beamed him down right before me, so he's gotta be around here somewhere." He held onto that idea, because, quite frankly, anything else wasn't something he really wanted to contemplate. "So, where am I? How do they stop us from leaving? And who are you?"

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[info]bakersman
2009-06-20 11:02 pm UTC (link)
Ned hesitated. How did you explain to someone that they'd been shot in the middle of nowhere on some planet no one had apparently ever heard of by a goblin of all things?

"Look, I can't explain what I don't understand," the piemaker began, refusing to believe this McCoy had actually said Spock. He almost blurted, 'like in Star Trek?' but thought better of it. After all, it had shaken him to his core to hear something similar. To do so with a stranger, and apparently one who was new to the place, seemed downright cruel. "'King' Jareth," he began, sarcasm in his tone, "is the one who has brought us all here. Till now, no one's found a way out. Some get sent home, it seems, but not by choice."

Primitive cultures. New races. It was nearly unbelievable, if he hadn't already heard more weird than he'd ever expected to. "I'm a prisoner just as you are. I'm from Papen County, in the American Northwest. Oh, in the year 2008." That ought to be enough for the poor man to go on. If a shot back in time, and he was fairly sure he was back in time from the newcomer, if it couldn't help him see what was going on, not much would.

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-06-21 03:12 pm UTC (link)
Bones was a fairly observant and intuitive person. He had to be, in his line of work. Despite his gruffness, he was a very good doctor, and that was a large part of it. So he watched closely while the man lapsed into thought, a slight frown on his lips. He would swear he saw a slight start of recognition when he said Spock's name, but it was gone in a moment, and the doctor let it go. After all, there were other things to think of.

"King? There's a King?" He nodded slowly. This was important information. Also important was that the 'subjects' of this 'king' didn't seem exactly subservient. Now, he didn't know much about monarchy on a personal level, only what he'd read, but he didn't think that was exactly usual. Really, this man spoke 'King' the way Bones had said 'Acting Captain'. Interesting indeed.

Filing that information away, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Good God, man, are you trying to tell me you're from the past?" Clearly skeptical, he looked the other man up and down, taking in his clothing. It did remind him of... but that was utterly insane. He raised his hands to his head, massaging his temples, and then finally shook his head. "2008. I'll admit, this doesn't make a damn bit of sense to me."

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[info]bakersman
2009-06-21 03:42 pm UTC (link)
Ned held up a finger in quiet protest. "I'm from your past. Not everyone's. For some people here, I'm from the future." He gave a slightly sardonic laugh and shook his head. "Trust me, that won't be the weirdest thing you see here. I mean... Look." From where they stood, the edges of the Monopoly board, complete with life-sized silver pieces, was viewable. "If you tell me you have giant, self-propelled thimbles in your time, I'm making sure I'm dead long before it gets to me."

Who was he kidding? He was asking the poor man to understand all of this on the first go. Ned had been there for, what, over a week? Still, very little made sense to him. How was he to expect a newcomer to understand?

The piemaker sat at the edge of the gameboard, looking around. Was it strange to say that he almost wanted to try sliding down one of the snakes? Probably, considering it was him and fun wasn't usually in his vocabulary. This place was changing him, and he wasn't sure it was for the better. "King Jareth has a multitude of nicknames, though that's what he goes by when addressing his oh-so-loyal subjects. He's apparently a goblin, don't know if you have those but we sure don't. And he has his little goblin army. Servants and all. You'll probably be running into one shortly. They carry the keys to your room. Oooh, yes, Jareth has a lovely little room all picked out for you already."

Oh yeah. He was definitely changing. Sarcasm wasn't exactly new to Ned but this? Wow.

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-06-22 02:30 pm UTC (link)
Mind reeling, the doctor glanced over at the edge of the board game and shook his head. "No... no self-propelled thimbles..." He frowned, having no idea what a thimble even was. But it was enough to know that they weren't normally self-propelled. And, honestly, from what he'd seen, he couldn't even seen how it could move itself. It didn't look to have a motor or anything.

He turned his attention back to the other man, and, reaching for something that he could actually understand, spoke again. "You didn't tell me your name. Who are you?" Names, at least, were something that made sense, and he was in desperate need of that.

Carefully, the doctor made his way to the edge of the board and hopped off. Luckily, there hadn't been any snakes or ladders between him and the end, and he'd taken no more sliding falls. That had been more than a little disconcerting. Once there, he looked at the other man with narrowed eyes. "I know what a damn goblin is. They're not real. I just call the Vulcans Hobgoblins because they have no damn emotion." He thought about sitting, but he was far too keyed up to do so. So he stood there and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the other man skeptically.

"A room. Good. Fine. Whatever. Does he have a damn shot of whiskey for me?" He paused. "Make that a double shot. This is just all too much." But his mind was in far too much of a jumble to sort anything out, and he decided to just go with things for a little bit. See what happened, and it anything started making any sense. "Okay. How do I get this damn room, then?" He frowned a bit. "I'm starting to really dislike this Jareth."

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[info]bakersman
2009-06-24 12:25 am UTC (link)
Names may have made sense to the newcomer, but to Ned, they were becoming baffling. It seemed easy enough, introduce yourself to someone and they'd introduce themselves back. But pop culture and real life seemed to be taking a mind blowing collision into each other and names changed everything.

Not that Ned thought for a second this guy would have any idea who he was. He was pretty sure his show, whatever it was, wasn't going to survive the test of time.

"I'm Ned," he confirmed, hesitating on giving any more information than that. It was a strange enough place without sharing too much information. "I've been here about a week and have yet to see any whiskey. Then again, I'm not much of a drinker. Most anything you want will, eventually, find its way to your room. Strangest damned thing but..." Ned shrugged. Again, he couldn't explain what he himself didn't understand.

He looked around, waiting to see if one of te little goblins would make their way over, or if the poor man would have to go hunting a room as Ned had. Almost as if on cue (eerie the way they did that, really), one of the strange and annoying little creatures made its way over to them, shoving not only the key but that damn journal into the newcomers hands. "I'd imagine that's yours." He pointed out, fighting the smirk that threatened. Not like he could fault this guy. Who could understand being yanked into some psychotic parallel dimesion? "And that, sir... Sorry, didn't get your name? That would be a goblin. The real kind."

Oh, hell, now he was acting as if all of this were entirely normal. If he didn't get out of there soon, he'd probably start running about and singing--oh, right, he already had.

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-06-27 11:36 pm UTC (link)
"Alright, then. Ned." He was pretty sure he'd already given his name, but then, his mind was reeling quite a bit at this point and he couldn't be sure of much of anything. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it had to be Spock's fault somehow. It wasn't logical, but then, the doctor rarely used much logic, outside of where it was required in his job.

"I'm Chief Medical Officer Leonard McCoy." He looked slightly horrified at the mention of no whiskey, but comforted himself with the thought that maybe he would be able to find some. After all, maybe this Ned hadn't found any because he hadn't looked. He had admitted he wasn't much of a drinker, after all.

It seemed that he wasn't going to be given half a second to think. The next thing he knew, he was being smirked at by the man who was greeting him while a goblin assaulted him with... a book and a room key. He accepted them absently, then knelt down to examine the strange little creature. "I've never seen anything that looks like this damn thing."

Figuring that he'd probably have lots of time to look at the things later, he rose and started examining the key, which looked normal enough, though archaic. Luckily, he'd grown up in an extremely old fashioned way, and knew what one was. The book was boring enough, though... "Someone's already written in my journal." He opened the pages at the beginning, which were filled with other people's handwriting.

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[info]bakersman
2009-06-29 10:52 pm UTC (link)
Yes, Leonard McCoy had given his name. But Ned had to hear it again. Partially because he couldn't believe he'd heard it the first time. Okay, mostly because of that. Even if that woman had claimed to hear his entire life played out on television, it still didn't make sense to run into works of fiction. And Star Trek was mostly definitely a work of fiction.

Wasn't it?

Still, Ned tried to smile. "No, no one's written...well, sort of. See, they're all connected. Anyone can see your writing, unless you mark it to yourself or to someone specifically... I think, I've never tried that." Ned was even less of a fan of those interconnected journals ever since his life had come crashing all around him. But that wasn't the new arrival's fault. "And those...well, those are everyone else's words. Easiest way to meet someone, even if it can be a little weird."

Then again, with all that fancy Star Trek technology, this was probably nothing to him. If Ned's computers were smart to him, they were decrepit old artifacts to McCoy.

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-07-01 01:31 am UTC (link)
The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Damn technology." He glared at the journal. "Why would anyone take the time to make a computer look like a damn book?" The idea of magic just wasn't one he was prepared to accept. Science, though mostly hated by him, was at least something he was relatively familiar with. Magic was another thing entirely.

"Well, I won't be using this damn thing." He thought about chucking it away, but hey, who knows? Maybe it would be useful. He carried his commincator with him, after all, and this seemed like the same sort of idea. So he tucked it under his arm, and then looked at the number on his key. "My room, I'm guessing?" He wasn't a stupid man, after all, and numbers on keys were usually room numbers.

"So, where's this A building?" He looked around, seeing mostly enormous board games, and sighed, rolling his eyes. "This place is incredibly stupid."

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[info]bakersman
2009-07-01 05:31 am UTC (link)
Ned gave a small but slightly sardonic laugh. "I couldn't agree more," he offered, getting up and nodding in the direction of the dormitories. "I'll show you the way there. It's a pretty basic layout, I guess. All there together, food's not far away, and there's always...something going on." The last bit was added with a wrinkle of his nose as he surveyed the area surrounding them.

"Well... Least we're never bored here. Never settled, but definitely never bored." Ned began the walk towards the buildings where their rooms were kept. It wasn't a long walk, but he knew it had to be an interesting one for Bones--Leonard, he corrected himself. Or McCoy. The man hadn't introduced himself by his television based name, and Ned refused to just...assume. But being surrounded by the unfamiliar was always an experience, even for those who'd been on the planet long enough. Who could possibly get used to the changing atmosphere of the world they were living in?

"As far as I can tell, you're free to do pretty much anything you want, with the exception of killing people. That they don't recommend. Oh, and you can't break into people's rooms." Not that Ned had ever tried, but he'd heard it as a rule and held fast to it. Logic was something he liked. Rules were logical, typically, and obviously, not killing and not breaking and entering all made perfect sense.

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-07-02 09:51 pm UTC (link)
Well, even if he had to be in a very strange place, as least the first person he'd met hadn't seemed too insane. He had a sort of dry wit that Bones found himself liking. He nodded his thanks and started walking in the direction that Ned had nodded. He might as well take advantage of the knowledge that this man had, so he listened carefully to everything he said.

"Well, at least we get fed." He nodded, trying to see the silver lining in a situation that really didn't seem that good to him. "Bored... I can handle. Sliding down snakes in board games is something else, though." He glanced around, despite his words, eyes widening as he saw the enormous chess set. For someone who had really only recently gotten his feet off the safe ground of Earth, this was an odd experience indeed.

Even while looking around, though, he kept part of his attention on Ned. "I don't kill people, I'm a doctor." He said absently as the Monopoly board caught his attention. "Is that a giant iron? I haven't seen one of those since mom used one..." He cut himself off, then turned back to Ned. "I'll keep that in mind. No breaking into people's rooms." Not that he really thought that would come up.

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[info]bakersman
2009-07-04 05:54 am UTC (link)
"Your mom actually used an iron?" Ned blurted, then turned slightly pink. But come on! That sort of basic technology used in such amazing futuristic times? Even he had to be a bit astounded by that. It was only normal. "I mean, um, yes, yes it is. It's a game called Monopoly. Was never very good at it, you've got to take all the people's properties and money and eventually have it all to yourself in order to win." Ned wasn't greedy enough for the game, and had often lost because he grew easily distracted during it. He tried, though, as Chuck was one of those who wanted to play it out till someone actually won.

With an alternately surprised and amused look, Ned rolled his eyes in the direction of what had to be that Barrel of Monkeys game. With real monkeys. "See? Never bored. You honestly never know what you'll wake up to around here. Trust me, you'll be constantly entertained, if not a bit horrified. This one's a bit extreme, even for Jareth. One of those times where you can't wait to see what's next." Sort of. Actually, Ned was usually terrified to see what was next, but he wasn't admitting this to one who seemed so brave and courageous, and not to mention other worldly.

"There's a restaurant right over there," he provided, pointing. "If you like sweets at all, you'll have to try my pies. I run a bakery back home. I know you're a doctor and all but...I can do low sugar, if you like?" Shrugging, Ned smiled. "And over there," he added, turning his finger, "is your dorm. Most people here are friendly enough, I've found." With a hesitant sigh, he glanced over to the looming edges of the labyrinth. "And that's a giant maze thing. With deadly creatures and obstacles and things. If you want to attempt it, you go all the way through or you don't leave it. And if you get to the other side, there's some sort of prize from the king. Don't know much about that." In fact, other than what Sarah had told him, Ned ignored Jareth and his kingdom as much as possible. "So, yeah... Welcome?"

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-07-07 12:22 am UTC (link)
While Bones looked slightly annoyed by the outburst, he didn't look surprised. After all, back home in his own time, anyone he spoke to about his mom using an iron would have had the same reaction, if they even knew what one was. "Yeah, she liked things old fashioned." And Bones had inherited that from her, as well as a distrust of technology. So he frowned, but he didn't think it was an odd thing for the other man to say, not at all. Anyway, considering how often he frowned and looked grumpy, there was hardly any difference.

"Sometimes being bored isn't a bad thing." He muttered crankily to himself, then took his hip flask and drank from it before tucking it away. Times of stress did tend to bring out the worst in him, and this was definitely stressful. "This place is a damn madhouse." He had hardly seen anything, but if this was how it usually was, things were bound to get interesting. "So things change around here a lot, then? Wonderful." Again with the sarcastic little twist to his lips.

"Good, feeding us is a good thing." He turned to look at Ned, and gave a little half shrug. "I can make an exception for pie, if it's good enough." He glanced around at everything Ned pointed out, nodding his understanding, and then turned back to Ned. "Thanks. Is there anything else I need to know?"

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[info]bakersman
2009-07-07 04:19 am UTC (link)
Ned shook his head slowly. He was still in disbelief over who this person actually was. But he smiled a half-smile and shrugged. "I wish I had more to tell you," he said, his voice hesitant. "But you just never know with this place. Damn madhouse is a pretty apt way to put it."

Still, he had to smile. There wasn't much else he could do. Ned was attempting to look reassuring in a world that looked as if it could fall apart at any moment. If he didn't smile, he'd probably do something horrible and terrifying, like break down and cry. And that would be less than pleasant. Not to mention pathetic.

"If you have any questions, honestly, just ask. Or write it in that journal," he added with a nod towards the book. "Honestly, most everyone's pretty helpful. We're all kind of stuck here, after all." Ned took a step back, nodding towards the dorm. "It's pretty basic in there, too. All the rooms are the same, with a few personal touches. Anything you need will be there at some point." He shrugged again, looking a little annoyed.

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[info]bones_mccoy
2009-07-07 10:44 pm UTC (link)
He glanced at his book, then shook his head. Well, maybe it could be useful, though he had a hard time seeing himself using it. Who knew, though? He wasn't going to discount the possibility. "I'll keep that in mind. Problem, write in the book. Got it." Although he'd probably try to figure it out himself.

"Look, I appreciate you helping me." And he really did. It was confusing, but would have been even moreso if he hadn't had someone to try to help him out. "But I think I need to go..." Absorb, figure this out, try to escape, try to find Kirk, really, all of the above. He shrugged, and then offered his hand to the other man to shake, if he wanted to.

"I can figure the rest out myself." He finally settled on. "Thanks for showing me around."

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[info]bakersman
2009-07-08 04:35 am UTC (link)
As adverse to touch as Ned generally was, this was, in all likelihood, Bones. From Star Trek. And while he'd never been the biggest fan of TV, who was he to argue? He accepted the offered hand shake and offered as reassuring a smile as he could manage.

"Look, I know it's weird. You get used to it. Well...sort of. As much as you can, I guess. Good luck, okay?" Ned knew he'd been lucky. Meeting Sarah, who had somehow been to this awful place before, had put him at an advantage to most. It would be a shock for anyone, though, and Ned was completely understanding. "Take some time to get your head together. You'll need it, I'm sure." He nodded to the dorms and smiled. "Might want to rest, if you can. Helps it make some sense. Sort of."

With another nod in the new arrival's general direction, Ned turned and headed off, still stunned at what he was pretty sure had just gone down. Maybe that Pandora made a point.

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