Day 12: 10AM. In Town WHO: Doctor Bones McCoy and OPEN WHAT: Wandering around so he can find his objective and take the next shuttlecraft off this rock and back to the Enterprise WHERE: In town, let's call it near the Museum WHEN: 10AM RATING: TBD, PG is safe
STATUS: Complete
Boots. He liked his boots. He liked his boots that were now getting quite dirty. He liked his boots clean. That meant he didn't have to take time polishing them. That meant they were sanitary for wear in sickbay. That meant that he didn't have to worry about them. Currently, his boots were dirty. It was hard to get your boots dirty on a starship. Thanks again, Starfleet. Thanks again.
Bones McCoy was following the chipped pavement into what looked to very closely resemble a town from Earth in the 1950s. The paint was peeling but the archetecture suggested age. Hell, it looked a lot like he imagined his home would have been years ago. Only.. not ravished by some sort of natural disaster. What the hell, Starfleet? "You guys must have went way over budget on this one," he quipped scratching at the side of his face. In his one hand he carried that small pack he'd woken up with. Mission Vas Captio. Whoever came up with the names for these really needed to have someone talk to them.
Still, Bones sauntered on. Eventually he'd come to the reason that they needed a doctor here. Probably another childbirth scenario. Those were the worst because they were predictable, yet Star Fleet made him do them over and over again.