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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… ]
[ 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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Yeah, all right.
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Uh, yeah it's in a pdf file. Hold on, I'll send it.
[City Guide.pdf]
Uh, Stephen Stills, by the way.
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A pdf file? Aren't those... Nevermind. [ He's not entirely sure he knows what he's talking about anyway; Jim was always the tech geek. ]
McCoy. Leonard McCoy.
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Did you avoid the fountain?
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[ Or his natural dry sense of humor repelled him from the water. ]
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Not a Christmas fan either?
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No. Too many drunken idiots falling off of rooftops or attempting to drive. Christmas trees catching fire, ham that made everyone sick... It's a nightmare and I always end up working on it.
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... There bars open on Christmas, here?
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