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[notanoptimist]

Who: Leonard McCoy
Broadcast: Yes! Fleetwide
Action: Caprine/Solace
When: Friday

[There are days when McCoy would gladly turn in his lab augment for an engineering one. After practically picking apart the Caprine and then putting her back together bolt by bolt (with a lot of help from actual engineers out there, thanks) he's about ready to airlock himself.

He's a doctor, not a goddamn mechanic. It's like learning anatomy all over again, except this time he doesn't understand a single thing. Glory be, at least, they've finally graduated to trying fix the many issues in non-essential systems.

Like the kitchen, where McCoy is now making sure it all works again, after having spent hours trying to put it all back together. Spoiler: it doesn't go well. That's why he's waving away wisps of smoke and coughing a bit when he addresses the Fleet.]

I need an engineer. Again. [Sigh.] I'll pay you the going rate. Come on over to the Caprine. It's the ship in the most pieces over here. [There goes more credits. Everything exploded again. Someone just... put him out of his misery.]

[private comm to Beverly Crusher]
[So he's starting to regret thinking that someone should put him out of his misery. Really coming to regret that.] Hey. We need to talk. Let's meet somewhere.

Comments

[touchallthebooks]

I can teleport over but it's easier if I see the area, I can try to contain it a bit. Sometimes things get shoved away when someone teleports.

[notanoptimist]

That sounds fun. [And risky.] You sure you don't want to use a shuttle?

[touchallthebooks]

It's alright, it's faster this way. And I've done it a couple times here already. [Don't worry, he's been doing this for years.]

[notanoptimist]

All right. [Pause] Do I just... I don't know, swing this thing around so you can see what's around? Will that work?

[touchallthebooks]

That should be fine, yeah. So long as I can visualize where I'll be appearing. [Look at this smile, he's confident!]

[notanoptimist]

Well, all right, then. [He swings the comm around slowly; look, it's the Caprine's kitchen.] This is one of the weirder things I've done, just so you know. [That's saying something.]

actiiooooooon

[touchallthebooks]

Are you sure? You're about to scan a mage. [Totally not smirking. Not at all.

Khadgar doesn't bother turning off his communicator, might as well give McCoy a show, right? So he'll see Khadgar pull some chalk out and start writing a few runes in a circle and then magic starts flowing around the circle up to his hand as he straightens out, eyes glowing blue.]

Be there in just a moment. [And suddenly it seems to burst, seeming to carry over to the Caprine, anything too close to Khadgar as he appears being pushed back.]

actiiooooooon

[notanoptimist]

[Show off.

McCoy watches with a sort of scientific curiosity, eyes narrowed and attempting to memorize every movement and every rune. He steps back when Khadgar appears, though, attempted scientific curiosity becoming more like gaping.]

Jesus Christ. How does that not rearrange your innards?

Re: actiiooooooon

[touchallthebooks]

[Just a lot.

khadgar's hair is just a little mussed from the teleport, and he's grinning. He loves his magic and being able to use it. Even if it's not for anything useful currently. His chest also hurts but that's unrelated to his teleporting. Mostly.]

Who-? [What?] I don't know. It just takes us as we are and leaves us somewhere else.

[notanoptimist]

Sit. [So help him, Khadgar, if you don't...

... he'll scowl in your general direction if you don't. It's very threatening.] Transporters are bad enough; can't imagine what that'd be doing to your system. How often do you do that?

[Don't mind him, rummaging in a cabinet for a medkit with a scanner in it. (Yes, he has one stashed in the kitchen. Doesn't every ship?)]

[touchallthebooks]

Did I polymorph into a dog suddenly? [Grinning!

He sits after a moment though.] Whenever I need to travel a long distance. Beats riding a horse or a gryphon, saddle sores aren't the most comfortable.

[notanoptimist]

[He's fiddling with the scanner while Khadgar talks -- though he does snort at the dog comment. Yeah, yeah, whatever. He's a little abrupt, he knows.]

How long a distance?

[touchallthebooks]

I never kept track. I can sketch out a map of the Eastern Kingdoms and mark where I've gone.

[At least he got a snort out of him. Better than nothing.]

[notanoptimist]

Don't bother. [Without familiarity with the land, it'd mean next to nothing to him.] Just curious.

[touchallthebooks]

Sorry I can't help more. Until this last year, I'd never even left the floating city of Dalaran. [Faint shrug. At least, the only time he hadn't been there was before he'd turned six.]