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[notanoptimist]

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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[notanoptimist]

Not yet, but I'll keep you in mind when I get off this ship.

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[winn]

Please do. I'm gonna go sleep off my annoying, [ or, as much of it's the sleep deprivation mixed with alcohol's fault, at least ] if you got any questions feel free to call or text in the meantime.

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[notanoptimist]

You get some rest. You look like you need it. I'll call you if I get too bored.

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[winn]

[ he nods with a smile. ]

I'll expect your call then. Welcome to the fleet, I promise it gets better.

[ it also can get worse, but why dwell on that. he offers a little wave goodbye, before he cuts the feed to crash in bed. ]