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Leonard H. McCoy ([personal profile] notanoptimist) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-10-28 11:15 pm

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Who: Leonard McCoy and ota
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: on the Marsiva
When: Oct 29, morning

[McCoy has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders when the broadcast flips on; he's still cold, by God, and he's not above looking a bit silly in an effort to warm up. There's unoffensive music playing in the background and McCoy's eyebrow is fairly twitching in time to it.]

Two questions, for whoever's listening. [He's read everything he can get his hands on, but some things are better from people he can actually question. He holds up his index finger.] Where in the hell are we? I can't make heads or tells of what I'm seein' here.

[He holds up a second finger.] Where can I get a drink? Doesn't have to be good; it just has to burn.

[These are important things to know.]
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[personal profile] youdontneedapictureofme 2016-10-29 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Now that earns a genuine smile. But first -]

Planets...? Like NASA and the space shuttles and all that?

[Sounds legit to her.]
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[personal profile] youdontneedapictureofme 2016-10-29 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She's so sorry she's just a poor ignorant farm girl, Bones 8( zombies are the closest she's been to otherworldly and she does not wish that on anyone.]

I suppose it's better than the actual military - you get to see a whole lot more than just corn fields and horses and cattle.

[Honestly she misses that a bit right now. She misses the farm and the sound of Beth singing old hymns. Hopefully he doesn't think her too sullen when she looks down at her lap to tug at a thread in her shirt as a distraction.]
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[personal profile] youdontneedapictureofme 2016-10-29 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Me too.

[Her lips curl upward a bit and she nods appreciatively.]

My father had a farm for a long time, built out of his own blood sweat and tears an' all that. We lost it eventually, but we made do.

['Lost' made it sound as if it was something she might get back some day. They'd tried to rebuild their lives in the prison and now Alexandria was a new prospect for her to start over with Glenn. To build a life out of all the hardships they had seen each other through.]

How about you? How'd you end up workin' for this Starfleet of yours?
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[personal profile] youdontneedapictureofme 2016-10-30 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Well that's somethin' at least. Rebuilding your whole life is never an easy thing.

[Been there, done that, etc. minus the divorce. She was blessedly assured she and Glenn would only separate on pain of death, whenever that came for one or both of them. She had lucked out on that one, honestly.]