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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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so keep your eyes set on the horizon

[mintjulep]

[ He recognizes that sort of balled up energy from spending time with one James T. Kirk, and despite himself, there's a slight upward twitch of his lips. Looks like she wasn't kidding about getting herself into trouble. He'll have to keep an eye on her, just in case. ]

Yourself included?

[ He's not sure if he wants to know how long people have been stuck here. He's heard things, people being stuck on planets where time seems to pass so much more quickly than it does elsewhere, spending years there when it's only been a few days for whoever is coming to rescue them. ]