You could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Golden Coast... [Bones, Spock, Jim]

[dctr_mccoy]

The previous day had been long and emotional - a wedding, a party, then getting taken rough against a wall by Jim before collapsing into a deep, coma like sleep. Bones hadn't felt anything change, didn't notice when the ship passed though some temporal disturbanceThe next morning Bones began sliding out of his slumber, reaching out to spoon himself

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[cso_spock]

Spock was just about to investigate this "Twitter" button the phone when he saw Leonard staring hopelessly at the old communicator-like device on the bedside table. And then trying picking up the curved receiver, almost getting himself tangled up with the wires, and then jabbing uncertainly at the numbers.

And then trying again. And being just unsuccessful.

He didn't sigh, but he did set his phone on the side table and get up from his seat, moving over to sit next to Leonard and plucking the menu from his grasp. "Leonard, please surrender the audio receiver," he asked, though he just plucked that from his possession, too.

The actual communication number was at the very end of the booklet, allowing him to peruse through the entire selection before he called. How primitive, Spock thought, as he tapped in the number and received the voice of a young woman on the other side. "Yes," he answered her, flipping to the front of the booklet. "I intend to order some food items.

"Two Angus burgers, a bowl of the potato chips and dip from your hospitality menu, the Sante Fe salad," and he kept flipping through the menu, past the kid's menu and onto the deserts, "the chocolate milkshake. And you say that these cheesecakes are unavailable before five in the evening?...Are you certain?...Would it still be possible to order the passion fruit variation?...How much is the surcharge?...Yes, I would. Thank you." Finally, he set the receiver down again.

Spock turned back to Leonard, and held out the menu to him. "You may continue to envy the pictures."

[dctr_mccoy]

He ignored the rolled eyes and scoffs. The telephone was tricky.

Bones looked over at Spock, grateful and irritated at the same time. "Who's the milkshake for?" he asked, carefully, petting the dog drooling on the bed covering.

[kirktastic]

Jim loved his Bones. He also knew that somehow, his Bones was technology hopeless unless it was a medical device. "I bet I could guess," Jim muttered without looking up.

Trying to figure out what programs needed to be active to use 'livejournal' like they had been for communicating came down guesses with what was on the first screen of the computer. Lots of clicking, dismissing, and trying again.

Finally, clicking on a picture of a little fox got him what looked like the internet. Except that it didn't seem to work either. That sent him on a computer-based quest to figure out how to get internet on the damn thing. "I miss the galactic network..."

[cso_spock]

Spock gave Leoanrd a look; was he expected to explain his choice of beverages? It likely wouldn't even be as large as he wanted it.

"Your connections are limited to this planet, unfortunately," Spock said, getting up from the bed and resuming his seat. He swiped the phone off the table, beginning to fiddle with it again. "Though, if we had a suitable amplification, we could contact Vulcan and receive their scientific assistance." Though the prime directive might apply to time travel as well...

He wondered what it might be like to talk to his great-grandfather as a younger man. A child, at this point.

[dctr_mccoy]

Sometimes, he didn't understand these men, or their little devices. And neither did Karl, from the look of his mobile device, much simpler than the ones Jim and Spock were holding.

Grabbing that menu again, he tapped at it, doing what Spock did with the telephone, and talking overly loud to the woman that answered on the other end, asked for another two chocolate shakes to be added to their order, along with a cookie assortment that looked good on the menu.

Looking back over at Spock, he glared, mostly playing. "You're a terrible bondmate. What kind of t'hy'la forgets about us like that?"

[kirktastic]

Jim risked a look up, then burst out laughing. He knew it was a joke from Bones, and ignored it. Finally he spotted something called network and started to patch into it.

"THIRTY DOLLARS for a connection to the internet?!"

[cso_spock]

"You did not indicate that you wanted extra caloric intake; I assumed that the meat would be sufficient. However, your pronunciation is improving, Leonard."

Spock looked up again at Jim's outburst. "You may as well purchase it. There is nothing else to purchase...though I seem to be connected to the network through this phone."

But his characters were limited for some reason.

[kirktastic]

"You're full of it, Spock. You just don't want to share all the dessert you got. Quinto's body is going to get fat with you owning it." Jim got out Chris' wallet, digging out the card, then quickly entered in the numbers on it into the computer.

He grinned when he got connection and started typing, fast.

Chris,

It's Jim. Bones, Spock, and I are in Urban, Quinto, and your bodies in 2010. We're all together at the hotel Urban and Quinto were at. They evidently dealt with a panel the two had to go to. We also have a dog here named Noah - he just showed up in the car like magic. What is going on on the Enterprise!?

JTK

[cso_spock]

"On the contrary," Spock watched as Jim's fingers typed at the sleek keyboard of the portable device (and was rather surprised how easily he could be distracted). "I intend to test the physical capabilities of this body, and it will be necessary to have some excess calories to do so."

[dctr_mccoy]

"Hitting the gym in the morning?" Bones asked sarcastically, laying back down, pillow under his head and watched Jim type. "Or more of..." Bones looked over at the shower, where Spock had recently emerged, trying not to grin.

The dog had curled up next to him, sighing deeply. Bones pet him on the head, behind the ear, and a memory surfaced, like water in his hand. "The dog was at the party." Looking up at Jim, he nudged him with his knee. "The dream. The one where we were at Chris' apartment. He was there."

That meant he belonged to one of them.

[kirktastic]

Jim frowned, looking down at the dog, trying to remember. When they had talked about the dream, trying to figure it, it had been way too similar to be a coincidence. Now that Bones mentioned it, he could remember a dog bouncing around.

"I wonder which of them it is? Appeared in my car, so... Chris' maybe?"

[cso_spock]

"It could be Quinto's," Spock chimed in, trying to get more information about the time they were stuck in. "He seemed intent on following me from the convention center."

[kirktastic]

"Mmm..." Jim kept typing, then slowly grinned. "I've used it once or twice but I found these." He turned the laptop around and showed off what he had found. "Definitely Quinto's dog."

[dctr_mccoy]

At least that was one mystery answered. "So, Noah, how you end up in Jim's car?" But there were some things Bones stopped questioning. Now it was all about finding a way home. "C'mon Spock, no wonder he's so sad. Come pet him."

Another look at the pictures on the small screen and Bones laughed to himself. Zachary seemed fond of hats. And shorts.

[cso_spock]

He had seen the outfits that Quinto was fond of. Spock did not share his affection for those colours or textiles.

"I am not his master," Spock reminded them both. He was tapping through this 'Wikipedia,' which seemed liked a trusted source of information. "He also seems fond enough of receiving attention from you and Jim."

[kirktastic]

"Not everyone's a dog person, I guess. That's why I got him a cat. It's stubborn, stuck up, independent..." He laughed, tapping his fingers. He wanted Chris to respond badly.