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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.]

Comments

[notanoptimist]

[Jim, that's a hell of a leap from "I'm a little chilled" to "sitting at the bedside." McCoy simply blinks at him for a moment.]

I didn't think I was dying. I'd be the first to know.

[That's canon.]

[universal_charm]

You'd be the last and we both know it.

_{[ He knows how you work Bones. They both have the bad habit of working a lot and not resting enough. ]}

[notanoptimist]

[What is this conversation even? Why are you picking on him? What kind of friend are you?]

Would you feel better if I dropped the blanket?

[universal_charm]

_{[ The best sort, that's why he gets to pick on you. Just like old times right? ]}

You wouldn't even if I wanted you too.

_{[ He's smiling, clearly enjoying the banter. He'd missed it, especially this kind, outside of the bounds of command hierarchy. ]}

[notanoptimist]

It's cold.

[In other words: no. No he would not.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ A laugh, soft and quiet as if it were just for Bones to hear. ]}

Well, hang tight. I'll be sure to have some of the good stuff and a bottle of whiskey for you when you get out of quarantine.

[notanoptimist]

Then maybe I can survive it.

[universal_charm]

Good, because I probably shouldn't drink it all myself.