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Leonard 'Bones' McCoy (bones_mccoy) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

It seemed that, over the last few days, being confused was becoming the norm. He was always saying or doing the wrong thing without knowing why or how it was wrong, only that it was all too obvious that it was. So he hadn't felt much like going to the party in the first place, and that was before he'd been kissed, and then pushed away, by his best friend. He was still trying to figure out what had happened there, and had not gotten any closer by the time he and Jim had gone their separate ways. The party would be a waste of time, something frivilous. He was sure of it. So why bother?

Instead, he set out for the Planetarium. Who knew when he'd get the chance to see it again? He should take advantage of it, and since most people would probably be at the party, he'd likely not have any company. The way he was feeling right now, he might take their heads off if anyone talked to him. Better to check out the stars, safely from the ground, the way he liked it best. Let the other people have their stupid 'costume party'. None of that for him. What sort of costume would he have come up with, anyway? He could hardly see himself dressed up as a ghost or something. Not his style. Parties in general, except the alcohol? Also not his style. He gave the castle a scornful look, and set off for the trio of educational buildings. He was pretty sure that, of all the looks he'd seen for this place, he liked this one best.

He'd certainly had no intention to go toward the castle. Which made it seem very odd to him when he ended up at the ball anyway. He'd been walking over the lawn toward the Planetarium, and then he was in front of Jareth's castle. That was weird enough. But he'd also noticed something in his hand. He glanced down, swore viciously, and dropped the old fashioned gun on the ground. "Barbaric..." He growled, and then took in the rest of his outfit. Black leather gloves, buckskin chaps, and a ridiculous hat on his head. There was no doubt what he was supposed to be, although the look was pretty much antique, it was also somewhat timeless in that everyone had still heard of it in his time. He had another gun holstered at his side, and he dropped it disdainfully on the ground with the rifle. He was a doctor, he didn't shoot people with anything other than hyposprays. Certainly not barbaric, antiquated guns with bullets, of all things. He didn't know if the things were real, didn't care to check. He didn't want to be carrying them around.

None of this made the slightest bit of sense to him. He swore again, and then walked toward the castle. Even he could tell there was no point in fighting this, and maybe, in there, he could find someone who knew just how Jareth had done this, brought him here. The truth was, he didn't believe in magic. There had to be some other explanation. But it was all over for the evening for Doctor Leonard McCoy as he stepped through the doorway to the castle. He was no longer the same person, but a cowboy with the same face. The last thing that he really noticed was that his rifle was back in his hand, the handgun holstered at his hip.

Then, the cowboy took over. Swaggering into the hall, he glanced around. There were some odd things. Did that horse have a horn on it's head? What was that dark-haired girl wearing? But that all faded into the background as he saw the pretty blond girl standing alone, looking uncomfortable. What was she doing unescorted? This wasn't safe. So he walked over to her, tipped his hat, and smiled at her. "Well howdy there, ma'am. Everything alright?" His voice had changed a bit too. Not in tone, really, or pitch. It was just that the Southern flavor that was already there had deepened, becoming more of a drawl. It fit very well with his 'costume'. "Can I offer some assistance?"