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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

[goodandtrue]

You are fortunate then. I hope you will see him face to face soon.

[notanoptimist]

Soon as I get off this boat... [If it wasn't obvious before, his tone makes it so now: he really does not like the Marsiva.] It sounds like you may not be as fortunate. Am I reading that right?

[goodandtrue]

I am...I mean I do have something here, but it doesn't come without strings attached.

My husband is here. He died in our world and now we can be together, but he's asleep. It happens, apparently. He has been asleep for weeks and nothing can wake him.

[notanoptimist]

[Well... hell. That's not a heavy subject that he inadvertently brought up.] It's like a second chance for you then - if he ever wakes up.

[goodandtrue]

He will. He has to.

Forgive me, I don't mean to bring us to such a gloomy topic. I truly hope that you settle in well.

[notanoptimist]

You're fine, kid. [He didn't help with that either, and he knows it.] Don't worry about it.

[goodandtrue]

When you are finally shuffled, I hope we can meet again.