It's time for your monthly Capringle Mingle <3

[moonofmylife]

Who: All Visitors and Crew aboard the Caprine
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Yeah!
When: Now

[Monthly mingle for the SS Caprine, get.]

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Leonard McCoy | ota

[notanoptimist]

[After some time on the Caprine, McCoy still wasn't sure if the transporters were better or worse than this fleet's version of teleportation. Either way, both are awful. Not meant for humanity, etc etc etc, and all sorts of Not Right.

Not that anyone ever listens to him about it.

At least he's off the Marsiva. One good thing in a sea of awful.

He explores the ship fairly well, making one large mental note about the difference to the Enterprise. He's not used to such a small ship. He can be found in the kitchen now and again, mostly drinking a glass of orange whatchmacallit and staring in dismay at what passes for food.

He spends a good bit of time in the medical bay; one has every chance of wandering in on him rearranging things to his liking. As he does so, there's a good bit of unflattering muttering about all of this in general.]

[forcesensitive]

[Finn has been down on the planet for the most part, but once he hears they have a new arrival he makes it back to the Caprine and goes seeking him out. To his pleasant surprise, there's now a medbay when he goes looking, so he pops his head in.]

Hey! You the new crew? I'm Finn. Security.

[notanoptimist]

[McCoy looks up, bottle of painkillers in hand as Finn speaks up.] Yeah, guess so. Leonard McCoy. Uh... doctor so I guess this is where I'll spend most of my time.

[forcesensitive]

[Finn visibly relaxes to hear that.]

Not a whole lot of doctors on the Fleet - we're glad to have you. I'll try not to get beat up too much.

[He might be a tad accident-prone, if you can call running into people he hates an accident.]

[notanoptimist]

[*Try not to get beat up too much.* McCoy's eyebrow lifts and he regards Finn with something akin to dubious curiosity.]

Yeah, please don't. I'm good at what I do but I'd rather not have to put you back together too often.

[forcesensitive]

[It's an expression he, alas, is not unfamiliar with. Finn doesn't seem to mind, and even smiles a little.]

Don't worry too much. Other than trouble finding me sometimes, we're a pretty healthy bunch.

So are you from Earth, too?

[notanoptimist]

I am, though I work on a starship. [He shrugs one shoulder. He hasn't been back to earth in so long that it barely counts.] Chief Medical Officer, in point of fact.

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Pinkie's actually a little relieved to see there aren't any names dropping off her ship's roster for once. Even better, there's the sound of somebody coming beaming onto the ship! So off she rushes to the bridge to meet... this new human, whoever he is!]

Hi there~! Welcome to the Caprine! I'm Pinkie Pie, what's your name?

[notanoptimist]

[Well that sure is different. McCoy looks at her, looks at the pudding cup, wonders idly if it's drugged, makes a note to see if he can't test it (and himself) on this ship, and turns his gaze back on Pinkie Pie.]

Leonard McCoy. [It's a flat tone, not quite right, and probably would be overwhelmed if he allowed emotion into it right now.]

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Well, the lab's been disappeared for a couple weeks now, but it's probably back now that there's a lab support on board. Either way, he's not drugged. That's definitely a hoof being offered up for a... shake, bump, some sort of greeting ritual involving appendages.]

Nice to meet you, Leonard McCoy! How're you liking space so far? I know the Atroma take a lot of people that haven't been here before. Heck, back in my world, we don't even really HAVE space travel yet outside of books and plays!

[notanoptimist]

[He stares at the hoof for a moment before almost tentatively reached out and patting it with the tips of his fingers. Well. Solid, so maybe real. Here's hoping.]

Space is old news. I've done space before. This is new.

[spontaneouscombustion]

[VERY real, and filing away the "gentle patting of fingertips" as a human greeting.]

Ooh, it is? How's it different from YOUR space?

[notanoptimist]

I don't have any horse crewmates. [Lots of non-humans, which probably should have prepped him for this. Get it together, McCoy.]

/bursts in here

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Of course he had naturally been watching the rosters to see where Bones would go. To say he was disappointed that he had not been assigned to his ship was an understatement, but it seemed Atroma had taken a dislike to the Tourist and no one ever got assigned to them.

Which meant that the moment he could get over the Caprine, he was going over. He doesn't even think about where to look, because he knows. It's the place he thought Bones would immediately begin spending the most time in because of whom he was - the medbay.

He marched to it and stopped in the doorway, watching him - and then promptly ran over and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. Surprise, Bones. ]</sub>

[notanoptimist]

[Incoming leech imminent.

McCoy's in the midst of taking stock of what supplies are in the medbay; completely wrapped up in that, he honestly doesn't notice anyone at the door until he hears a footstep approaching. By then, it's too late to head the hug off at the pass.

Uh... Why he understands this whole timeline thing screws with people, he wasn't quite expecting that. (Should have been, all things considered. It's Jim Kirk, after all.) Surprise, indeed. His breath leaves him with an oof and he staggers a bit at the unexpected contact before draping an arm over Jim's shoulder.

Okay. Hi?]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ It was weird - this time thing. Here he had been gone from the Enterprise for six months, and yet he had also been back on her for three years. It was a real good way to mess with his head, but it didn't do anything to lessen the loneliness that came from being the only one from his ship here, or the heartfelt relief when he had seen Bones' face.

So of course he hugged him, even though he wasn't really prone to that, but he had been getting a lot of hugs lately between Kara and Bev and maybe he had picked up the habit. Either way, he gives Bones' back a brotherly pat and steps back. ]</sub>

Not even five minutes, and you're already putting yourself to work.

[notanoptimist]

[McCoy steps back himself and crosses his arms. Nothing about this place is really... well. Helping with his growing sense of unease. Jim's happiness over seeing him is unsettling, in that it just reinforces that he's been stuck here for some time.]

What else am I gonna do?

[universal_charm]

_{[ Really, why wouldn't he be happy to see you? Even if he had just come from their own world, and in a way he had, he had practically died once again there too. Naturally he is happy to see you. He's just better at showing it now. ]}

Well when you put it like that, I can't think of anything.

Though I did promise to show you the Iskaulit and my own ship, as I recall.

[notanoptimist]

That you did. [Did you expect him to actually go find a drink or seventeen? (It crossed his mind, but if he's gonna actually have a position of sorts on this ship, he'd like to make a good impression.)] What all's on the Iskaulit?

[moonofmylife]

[Dany had mixed feelings about having someone new in Qing's post so soon. Truth be told, it wasn't entirely fair to him to still refer to it as 'Qing's' in the first place, so she is careful to keep that to herself. He didn't deserve the comparison anymore than if Qing had taken someone else's place and been compared similarly. It didn't change that she still felt hesitant, of course. She was careful to keep that to herself too, lest she make the rest of the crew worry. Part of her hoped that he might have similar interests: books, cooking, and the like. That too was selfish, trying to fill the hole with someone new.

In an attempt to at least try to start them off on a good foot, Dany stops to see McCoy once he's settled into his post in the medical bay. Leaving Drogon behind might make it a little less intimidating, she decided. She'd learned quickly most did not react well to a dragon draped over her shoulders like a pet lizard with wings who breathed fire.]

Hello?

[She knocks lightly on the door, peeking her head in. Busy or not, you have a petite girl with silver-blonde hair in your doorway, Bones.]

[notanoptimist]

[McCoy is hardly settled, but at least he presents a good front. He's rearranging a few things to his liking, without much thought or regard for permission to do so -- or thinking of anyone else on this particular boat who might have some call to be running the medical bay.

It's just familiar and this is what settles his mind.

He looks up the knock and sets aside a small bottle as he straightens.] Hello. Can I help you?

sorry for the late <3

[moonofmylife]

Perhaps. Mostly, I thought to make an introduction now that you are aboard the Caprine. I am the current Captain.

[She gives a small wave now that his attention is on her, though she makes no moves to enter his space. She notes small changes he's made and pushes back her nerves. Dany also wanted to put on a front. A solid wall of strength and grace that her crew had come to expect was what she would present.]

My name is Daenerys, but most address me as 'Captain'.

[Though he just might find eventually that the crew remaining - such as Pinkie - addressed her more informally. All in due time, really.]

never a problem <3

[notanoptimist]

[He straights a bit at the introduction; years of Starfleet experience has practically groomed him to come to attention at the mere mention of superior officers. (But he's also not a huge fan of strict adherence to chain of command. Come commanders are idiots.)]

I suppose asking permission to come aboard is a little late, Captain. [It sounds off, to be calling this slip of a girl by 'captain.' That's been reserved for Jim Kirk for too long.] It's good to meet you, Captain Daenerys. [Full title? Full title.] I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise.

Or, well. Of the Caprine now, I guess.

[moonofmylife]

No, not at all. I mean- you don't need to ask permission here. The Atroma are the ones who do ship assignments.

[She can tell just how awkward it is for him to be addressing her as Captain already just by the fact that his tone makes it obvious. It was on the tip of her tongue to apologize, to allow him to call her just Dany, but she didn't know him and that still felt even more awkward to just backpedal like that.]

So - welcome. Normally Pinkie likes to throw a party of sorts but things have been rather busy...

[And a bit sad. They've both been sad, actually.]

I only wanted to make sure you were settling in well and that seems to be the case.

[notanoptimist]

[He shrugs one shoulder. Yeah, Atroma does the ship assignments and, as far as he understands it, the captain of one of these little fleet ships is pretty much just a figurehead, if even that. Doesn't really mean much, aside from the esteem of crewmates. Even so, this isn't how they do things back home, figurehead captain or not.]

I'm not much of a party person anyway. Don't worry about it. [He then looks around the lab, nodding slowly.] Yeah, it's not quite what I'm used to, but I'll make it work.