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justmybones (justmybones) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-23 11:07:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 12, leonard mccoy, location: museum, open, remy lebeau

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.

"Just get me back to my ship."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-23 08:25 pm UTC (link)

"Oui, when. Like.. 'de 'day was Augus' ten, nine'een nin'y-t'ree. 'Das when I'm from. 'De Doct'r, he from two-t'ousan' nine? O' eigh'.. can' 'member. Don' matter none, 'dough. We all here now." He made a vague gesture around before pressing his hand into his pocket to help keep his arm from hanging. Then, with another nod, he was beginning their walk away from the museum and slowly in the direction of the gym.

"You takin' all 'dis info'ma'ion real good, homme. Mos' people, 'dey freak ou'. 'Dis norm'l f' you?" Gambit would be interested to hear it.. the Doctor acted like all of this was normal, and so did Captain Hardness. And it wasn't that far off the mark for Remy himself.. but it was a little strange.

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justmybones
2009-06-23 08:33 pm UTC (link)

"Star Date 2203.16," he recited off as if it were gospel. Perhaps it was a neuro test. He'd supposed they'd really knocked him out for this. Made sense. Though, the past four times they hadn't bothered to do the same thing. Strange. Maybe it was a new protocol. Hot damned, doing something smart, who knew?

"Ah, well, you run through 'nough of these an' they sort of start to become ol' hat." He couldn't help but shrug a little. It wasn't like he was some first year cadet or something. No, he'd engaged in triage aboard a starship under attack, he wasn't about to let some ready-check of a mission get under his skin.

"They have Captain's running this thing, too?" He always thought they were exempt, perhaps he was wrong. Wouldn't be the last time.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-23 08:57 pm UTC (link)

"Dunno wha' 'dat means, mon ami. Bu' goo' f' you." He flashed him a winning smile before shrugging up his good shoulder, leading him further away from the museum as he did. "Run t'rough 'nuffa wha'?" He questioned curiously, eyebrows lifting up. This man seemed like this was.. normal. Wait. Did he think this was a test?

"Capt'ins? Non, we on'y go' 'de one I know 'bou'. An' he ain' really runnin' not'in'. 'Cep' his mou't." Remy laughed some at his own joke and shook his head, letting his hair swing freely as he did. He was so funny sometimes. Ah, he loved his own humor.

"Dunno why you ain' askin' more ques'ions, homme." Maybe it was a prompt to do just that.

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justmybones
2009-06-24 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

Prime Directive! Damned Prime Directive! He'd managed to navigate around it before with that strange pair of kids, ignoring their question about his ship and giving them a look of 'yeah, whatever' when they called him something funky. How did he forget about it? It was that accent. It disarmed him. Dammit.

He was now 40 points in the hole. Dammit. All he wanted was his bed. Was that so much to ask?

"Well, let's just get to the gym?" The doctor responded, skirting around the question of few questions and the one about running through things. Prime Directive. Must keep up the Prime Directive.

Stupid protocol.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-25 10:52 pm UTC (link)

"Oui, oui. 'De gym." He agreed, waving his good hand idly as he turned to continue leading them along. Really, he had to swing by the gym anyway, then by those dummies to grab up the car radio. He had a box of condoms in his pocket already, and he had to find Dean and get his damn cake back before the other man ate it! Gambit was hungry, and that cake had sugar, and he really needed some sugar right about now.

"Wha' your name 'gain?" He asked curiously, glancing back at the doctor in blue. Two blue Doctors. Well, that was amusing, to say the least. He'd have to tell the Doctor about it when he next saw him. .. Well, maybe the next time he saw him wouldn't be a good time.

Later, then.

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justmybones
2009-06-27 10:04 am UTC (link)

Well, at least this guy would get him to the gym. Perhaps this would be one of the few training missions that would be to the point. They almost never were; but, Bones wanted to make this one a speed round. Mostly because he knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it from Nurse Chapel if she was left with all his paperwork from the last three days for too long. She had this thing that he had to get all of his files updated by Tuesday. What was so special about Tuesday was beyond the doctor.

"McCoy. Leornard McCoy." He repeated. Rank gone. Title gone. This was going to be some sort of Prime directive infused mission, he'd better shift his script.

"What's the name of this place again?" Alright, so maybe he hadn't paid close enough attention to the mission briefing. Oops.

The Gym, one they reached it, was ramshackle at best. "Good God," the Doctor quipped, canting his head and furrowing his brow. How had this place not fallen in on itself already was beyond him. "You're using this as a hospital? You're lucky the roof hasn't fallen in on everyone..." The physician sidestepped some rubble and was already on his way inside. Like hell he was going to spend one more minute in this simulation than he had to.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-27 07:36 pm UTC (link)

"Vas Cap'io." Sorry, Bones, the accent might hinder you actually finding out the real name of the place you would be trapped at for, oh, the next hundred years or so. But someone, eventually, correct him. Maybe not.

But he wouldn't have a lot of time to ask, once he got into the Gym, there was plenty of work to be done there. And when the pair arrived, Gambit rocked up some onto his toes and watched as the other man headed inside.

"Goo' luck, McCoy." The mutant gave a short wave, before flashing him a grin and shaking his head, pulling that Journal out once again to look down at it. Now where in the Hell was his damn cake? The Cajun would be wandering away before the Doctor got to give his proper Good-bye. But it didn't matter, they'd see each other again, soon enough.

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