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[mintjulep]

This is Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer aboard the USS Enterprise. Bridge, do you copy?

[ There’s a man in science blue standing next to the fountain, looking cold and grumpy as he shakes his device. ]

Damn interference… Enterprise, this is McCoy. I don’t know what the hell happened with those infernal transporters, but I’m damn sure I ain’t where I’m supposed to be. Scott, can you hear me? Jim? Uhura? Sulu? Chekov? Chapel? Anyone?

… Spock?

[ Nothing, not even the hobgoblin. Dammit. ]

Right, well. Looks like I’ll try and blend in. Christmas music and all...

[ Except since his communicator couldn’t reach the Enterprise, it broadcasted his conversation to the entire city instead… ]

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[mintjulep]

East. [ There's movement again, McCoy going to look out the window of the coffee shop he's stationed in. ] Got it. Thanks.

[ At least this place is organized. ]

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[dr_conscience]

Not a problem.

[And, for what little good it might do - though he imagines beaming in from the Enterprise gets you plenty of fast friends...]

And... if there's anything you need, feel free to ask -- well. Anything I can do, anyway. [Because if knew a way out, he wouldn't be talking to you right now.]

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[mintjulep]

[ It probably does, but let's be honest -- how many can put up with how grumpy McCoy comes off on a daily basis? ]

I appreciate it.

[ A pause. ]

Really.

[ Because he's well aware of the fact that he's not the easiest to get along with. ]