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

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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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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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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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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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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