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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
2009-09-18 02:02 pm UTC (link)

Brennan rubbed her palms on the front of her pants. They got a little damp inside the gloves sometimes. One hand settled on her as she looked at Dr. McCoy. Her gray blue eyes lined in black scrutinized him. She knew that he was an able doctor, or pretended to be, in all truth she hadn't seen him do anything except wave some electronic device around the bones. She nodded in agreement to his proposition. "That would be acceptable. I will meet you back here in less than thirty minutes, then."

Without further comment or acknowledgment, Brennan turned and walked away from the forest. She knew there was a kitchen in the main building, and if they didn't have boxes, maybe they would have cookie sheets or something else that was flat. She wanted to be very careful with the bones and didn't want to chance damaging them before she had a chance to examine them fully. She headed for the kitchen and ignored everyone in the place as she bee-lined for the swinging door. She searched cupboards and storage shelves before she came up with one relatively small box and several cookie sheets.

It didn't even occur to her that other people might not want to use those cookie sheets once they found out what had been transported on them. She was focused on her own needs, not the needs of others. She was back at the dig site in about fifteen minutes and had already snapped a pair of gloves on. She was carefully pulling the bones from the dirt and laying them out on the cookie sheets. The skull went in the box.

She didn't even glance up when she heard footsteps approaching. "I found cookie sheets."

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