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[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Maybe she wasn't even that pretty in real life. Spoilers for S1E1 "The Man Trap")

The door slides open with a convincing if somewhat rattly 'woosh', and McCoy wanders in, scrubbing at his eyes with one hand and irritably thumping at where the light panel switch should be in his room.

When his hand hits wood instead of formed bulkhead, he freezes.

And actually looks around.

"Now, don't tell me after all that I'm actually goin' crazy."

(OOC: Annnnd he's back! Restarted from the beginning of the series, and no, I still haven't seen the movie (this week, promise), so... yes! One somewhat cranky good ol' Southern doctor, at your service.)

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[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"It's just first-time jitters, darlin'," says a purple woman sitting at a table near the door. She's got a highball glass that appears to be full of liquid static. "This place comes up on a person all sudden-like."

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

Now, the accent he recognizes. He doesn't know the voice, but he lived long enough in his home state that he knows the accent of the South. He doesn't know what a fellow Southerner is doing in his delusion, but hell, why not?

The purple and the static and the general oddness of this scene are just par for the course, really. He'd be disappointed if his delusions couldn't be at least a little interesting.

And she is a rather pretty young thing.

"Does the cause happen to have a name?" He asks, since maybe his subconscious knows what exactly triggered this little field trip.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"It's Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe. Apparently there's a Landlord runnin' things an' sometimes he likes t'pick up new guests." Mouse shrugs. "Some fella once told me that whoever's in charge here just thinks certain people should get together an' have a drink. Makes about as much sense as anythin' around here."

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

"... Pick up new guests?"

Suddenly a new theory replaces the old one, and the new one makes a hell of a lot more sense. He's heard stories about species that could abduct people right off a fully sheilded ship of the line, but he always dismissed them as space myths.

Well hell, this can't be good, can it? Here he is on some alien's people-zoo, and him without a tricorder or comlink to his name.

Shit.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. He always puts 'em back, though, same time an' place they left. Although sometimes he keeps 'em around for a while. Unless they're deleted, in which case they tend to stay here on a more, ah, permanent basis."

[diehard_daniel]

"I don't know," said Daniel looking up from a book, "If you are maybe I am too."

He is a scruffy looking archaeologist in green BDUs and a black t-shirt.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

"Hell, you're in my head, that's a given, son." McCoy drawls, having spent the last of his professional demeanor arguing his captain into a full medical workup, and failing to do the same to the second in command.

[diehard_daniel]

"I hope I'm not in your head," said Daniel, "Welcome to Milliways the Bar at the End of the Universe. Wanna drink?"

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

"Hope all you want, this is my delusion, if a damned weird one. And shouldn't you know the answer to that question?" You'd think he could have a proper delusion, with real, honest, Georgia-style mint juleps.

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel waved down a waitrat.

"Can I get some strong coffee," he asked the zombie Muppet, "And whatever he wants."

The rat squeaked and looked at the new guy. Daniel tapped it on the shoulder, "And make sure to put the new guy's drink on my tab."

Another squeak.

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Of course he's not going crazy!

That's why there's a blond boy wandering past in a schoolgirl's uniform, carting around a milkshake. There were supposed to be kids with nilkshakes where he was going, right?

And that's why, when the boy stops to look at him with a hint of concern on his face, he suddenly has a set of rabbit ears poking out from his blond hair that just wasn't there, a moment before.

Sane people see stuff like that all the time.

"...Are you okay?"

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

McCoy stares back, his expression a study of 'well, now we're well in the shit, aren't we?' as he takes in the boy, the choice of outfit, the milkshake (that looks like an honest-to-God milkshake), and... the ears.

"Based on the evidence at hand? I don't rightly think so."

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"Like - not okay because you feel sick or something? Or not okay because you just walked into a really weird bar?"

The ears, ever-helpful little things, decide to vanish just as abruptly as they arrived, halfway through the question.

"You don't have to worry, if it's the second one. That happens to everyone, here, their first time!"

Momiji turns his very best "Everything's just peachy!"-type smile on the man.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

See, here's the thing: No one smiles like that. Ever. Unless there's some severe dementia or derangement going on there.

Or they're lying through their damn teeth, and just happen to be the universe's worst poker players to boot.

"Does it really?" He asks, more than a touch warily. He could really go for a phaser here. Or a loaded hypospray. Or both. Or a nice strong security detail, those red shirts are reassuring.

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Somehow, Momiji is getting the sense that the new guy isn't reassured by this. So, he hops back a step and takes a quick drink from his milkshake, before trying again:

"It's pretty weird, but this place is in some kind of gap between different worlds or something. So, people go through doors that're supposed to go somewhere normal, and they end up here, instead! And the places they're from are totally different."

He pauses, rubbing his free hand along one of his cheeks in thought.

"It's really hard to explain, sorry."

[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

...MARRY HIM?

Wait, no. V. cool & calm & collected spy who said nothing of the sort, only sort of thought it v. loudly but didn't actually because that would be gay or bi or something and Chuck is v. straight OF COURSE. He is smiling in a perfectly friendly manner.

"We're all mad here," he jokes.

...HE COULDN'T RESIST SORRY.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, McCoy is not the telepathic one in his latest adventures. Though, if he had been, maybe Kirk wouldn't have found out about that unfortunate nickname.

Do you know, the man used to upwards of twenty times during the physical exam just a few minutes ago? Sometimes he'd swear the man's IQ wasn't any higher than the size of his boots.

Anyway, there's a friendly young man, who somehow doesn't at all fit with his room being... something other than his room.

"Well, maybe you can just show me where the doctor for this loony bin is then."

[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

"Uh, I think there's a rotation in the infirmary, but I haven't actually needed to go there, so I can't point any of them out for you."

He offers his hand. "I'm Chuck, and this is Milliways. First-timer?"

SEE HOW COOL HE CAN PLAY IT :D

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

The answer brings him up a bit (lot) short, because...


Well.

He wasn't really expecting there to be any doctors. It was more of a rhetorical demand.

"Leonard McCoy," He feels it's wise, for now, at least, to leave the whole doctor and CMO and all of that out the equation as he shakes Chuck's offered hand, "And yes, this is the first time I've actually lost my mind."

At least he still has his sense of humor?

[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

Grin.

"There's good company, at least. I could show you around."

[not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com]

Nynaeve looks up from her tea, scowl deepening as she studies the newcomer.

Blood and bloody ashes, what a question to ask.

"If you'll see your way to moving out of the doorway, someone may try their hand at answering your question."

She bites back a sniff by dint of some effort -- or maybe it takes less effort than usual. Behind the scowl and the narrowed eyes, Nynaeve is bone-weary. Hence the tea and silence.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

"Didn't know the doorway to my own quarters was such a busy thoroughfare." McCoy drawls right back, somewhat peevishly. Surely a man has a right to be annoyed about his quarters turning into...

Whatever the hell this is.

Though, doesn't she look pretty when she's all spun up? Huh. His delusional self has good taste.

[not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com]

She will see your peevish, McCoy, and raise you a cranky.

"I'd say you deserve having a tavern in your rooms if you really think that's what's happened."

This time Nynaeve does sniff.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, a cranky. He'll see that cranky, and up the pot to a 'distinctly underimpressed'.

"I'd call that shockingly unkind of you, miss." He retorts, though he does step a bit out of in front of the doorway.

What? It's still unkind... just also true.

[not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com]

"You'll call me Nynaeve Sedai if you call me anything at all."

She's still scowling, but she does set her teacup down into the saucer with a quiet clink.

"And you may as well sit down, as I'm not inclined to get up, and we'll both look bloody ridiculous talking back and forth across half the room."

She's been standing all day, running hither and yon. Saidar can do a great many things, but good old practical know-how has its place. And this tea really is doing wonders to help with her headache. (It should, she made it herself.)