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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]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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