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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
2009-06-24 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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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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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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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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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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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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