Leonard 'Bones' McCoy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bones_mccoy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} labyrinth_rpg,@ 2009-08-30 22:59:00 |
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WHO: Bones and Kirk
WHAT: Aftermath
WHEN: The day after the party
WHERE: Bones' room to start, who knows after that?
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete
He couldn't quite seem to remember how he'd gotten back to his room. Or even, at first, what had happened last night. Which turned out to be a mercy, he realized, as his temporary, morning induced amnesia died off. Because the previous night had been pretty much the oddest experience of his life, and that was saying something. Actually, it would be better if he could have forgotten. He was going to get his ass kicked... or, more likely, and far more terrifying, he was going to lose the best friend he'd ever had over a stupid costume ball. He was really starting to hate this place. Back home, he was fairly certain this wouldn't have happened.
Although, he wasn't quite clear on what had happened. One moment, he'd been heading toward the educational buildings, the next he'd been some sort of... cowboy? With a gun, of all things. A gun. Not a gun with a stun setting, either, but an honest to god, old fashioned rifle with bullets or anything. People could get hurt with those things. But he could remember waving one around like no one's business. It was enough to make him absolutely disgusted with himself. But it was like he hadn't been himself, only he had, at the same time. How had it been done? Had he been drugged? Maybe something in the air that had made him feel like someone else entirely? He hadn't noticed anything, but there was no doubt his behavior had been bizarre.
Only, that wouldn't account for the fact that Jim had been... no matter how drugged he would get, he was sure he wouldn't think of his best friend as a girl. That just wouldn't happen. There was nothing feminine about Jim. Which led to the question, which he clung to almost desperately. Maybe it had all been a dream? That felt comforting to him. It would raise questions in his own mind about his sanity, but at least then he would have to face the fact that his best friend had turned into a girl. And then, he'd kissed her. Jane, Jim... Kirk... damn it. He was going to drive himself insane over this. If he wasn't already insane, which, at this point, wasn't entirely unlikely.
He couldn't seem to decide what to do. Should he go talk to his best friend? But, suddenly, he was too much of a coward to do so. Maybe it had been a dream, and that seemed like the option that made the most sense. But what if it wasn't? So he tossed it around in his mind, first deciding he had to go to talk to Kirk, and then immediately deciding he couldn't possibly do so. It was going to be too embarassing, and he didn't know how to face his best friend, not after how he'd acted the previous night.
WHAT: Aftermath
WHEN: The day after the party
WHERE: Bones' room to start, who knows after that?
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete
He couldn't quite seem to remember how he'd gotten back to his room. Or even, at first, what had happened last night. Which turned out to be a mercy, he realized, as his temporary, morning induced amnesia died off. Because the previous night had been pretty much the oddest experience of his life, and that was saying something. Actually, it would be better if he could have forgotten. He was going to get his ass kicked... or, more likely, and far more terrifying, he was going to lose the best friend he'd ever had over a stupid costume ball. He was really starting to hate this place. Back home, he was fairly certain this wouldn't have happened.
Although, he wasn't quite clear on what had happened. One moment, he'd been heading toward the educational buildings, the next he'd been some sort of... cowboy? With a gun, of all things. A gun. Not a gun with a stun setting, either, but an honest to god, old fashioned rifle with bullets or anything. People could get hurt with those things. But he could remember waving one around like no one's business. It was enough to make him absolutely disgusted with himself. But it was like he hadn't been himself, only he had, at the same time. How had it been done? Had he been drugged? Maybe something in the air that had made him feel like someone else entirely? He hadn't noticed anything, but there was no doubt his behavior had been bizarre.
Only, that wouldn't account for the fact that Jim had been... no matter how drugged he would get, he was sure he wouldn't think of his best friend as a girl. That just wouldn't happen. There was nothing feminine about Jim. Which led to the question, which he clung to almost desperately. Maybe it had all been a dream? That felt comforting to him. It would raise questions in his own mind about his sanity, but at least then he would have to face the fact that his best friend had turned into a girl. And then, he'd kissed her. Jane, Jim... Kirk... damn it. He was going to drive himself insane over this. If he wasn't already insane, which, at this point, wasn't entirely unlikely.
He couldn't seem to decide what to do. Should he go talk to his best friend? But, suddenly, he was too much of a coward to do so. Maybe it had been a dream, and that seemed like the option that made the most sense. But what if it wasn't? So he tossed it around in his mind, first deciding he had to go to talk to Kirk, and then immediately deciding he couldn't possibly do so. It was going to be too embarassing, and he didn't know how to face his best friend, not after how he'd acted the previous night.