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Tweak says, "G is for Grater"

Leonard 'Bones' McCoy (bones_mccoy) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-07-02 14:51:00

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active, day fourteen, dr temperance brennan, leonard mccoy

WHO: Dr Leonard McCoy and Dr Temperance Brennan
WHAT: Doctor-y funtiems!
WHEN: Day 14, mid morning
WHERE: By some jousting.
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete

Dr Leonard McCoy had to admit to himself that just having Kirk here was enough to make things seem a little better. Of course, it didn't change the fact that they were trapped in an incredibly primitive world, even beyond what he was comfortable with, with no hope of rescue. But at least he wasn't alone, at least there was someone else who really knew what it was like to be taken from their universe. Although he was still a little confused about where they actually were. It seemed most likely a planet somewhere, but he just wasn't sure about anything.

He'd felt better about everything, but when he'd woken up, everything had changed again. It seemed almost like a daily thing, and, to him, it was getting very old. He would prefer it if things would stay the way they were, for the most part. Not that he was upset to get rid of the giant board games or the laser tag. They had been fairly odd, and it was no loss to see them gone.

But it didn't seem to him like this new one was any better. Emerging from his room in the morning, he saw that it was all different once more, and he swore loudly. This was definitely getting on his nerves at this point. Everywhere he looked, there was stuff that was just completely incomprehensible to him. He wandered about, looking into tents, watching the dancing with a sardonic little smirk on his face, just looking at everything. In the end, none of it made the slightest bit of sense to him. What was the purpose to all this?

The doctor ended up, just by virtue of curiousity, by a strange scene indeed. Two of the strange little creatures, mounted on animals that Bones recognized from his childhood as horses, running at each other and apparently trying to knock each other from their perch. It looked incredibly dangerous, and he watched intently, just in case his medical services were needed.

"I'm starting to think this really is an incredibly stupid place." He remarked out loud, not to anyone in particular, and took a quick sip from his hip flask.

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braver
2009-07-06 08:12 pm UTC (link)

It had taken Brennan a day or two to figure things out. She had settled into her plain, and quite frankly, inadequate room with ease. But the outside world changed from the large board games to laser tag. And today it was a step back in time to the Renaissance period. Sure, she enjoyed that for the anthropological value, but it was very difficult to get used to a constantly changing environment.

She had read a few pages in the journals, although she didn't do any writing. It was something she was definitely going to have to ease into. It was sitting on her nightstand at the moment, and she half expected it to grow legs and walk away. It wouldn't surprise her. Everything else in this hallucination slash dream slash vision slash whatever, didn't make any sense either.

Deciding that she could do nothing cooped up in her room, she left. She wore a simple pair of slacks, a pair of boots and a short sleeved blouse. At least clothes she liked were stocked in the closet. She coughed at the dust she kicked up upon exiting the dorm and moved quickly to get out of it. She wandered, watching the festivities at different intervals.

She was just passing the jousting when she saw a gentleman leaning against the fence that enclosed the jousting ring. He was watching intently while drinking from a hip flask. He looked relatively normal, although he was wearing an outfit that looked similar to a costume that Sweets had worn to a convention once. They'd been trying to buy a sword and he'd been bidding, dressed up like a Trekkie so he didn't stand out.

She studied him for a moment and decided that he looked like he might have an ounce of intelligence. So far she'd only met two young girls and they hadn't been stimulating at all. She'd also been rather distracted by the whole ending up in another place thing, too. She stepped forward and leaned on the fence next to him. She heard his offhand remark and smirked. "You're not the only one." She glanced at the goblins who were jousting and still felt the itch in her fingers to get ahold of their bones.

"You like the jousting?"

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