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[starshipmedical]

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

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[starshipmedical]

[ Chase has already started dropping hints, much to McCoy's frustration. ]

A handful and some asshole. [ That's Chase. ] Still not sure I believe a word of it.

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[ He's just grumpy because Chase is right and he needs training with your medieval medicinal tools. ]

Almost makes me miss mission debriefings. [ No it doesn't. ] At least it's... welcoming. [ Festive. Christmas-y. ]

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[ That's true. ]

They're not too bad, even if everyone's callin' this place somethin' different. But yeah, I could do without the music.

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"Magic". Right.

[ He snorts. ]

If nothing else, they've built a pretty lookin' prison.

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No, but it'd seem more realistic.

[ There's a pause and a slight rustle of fabric as McCoy runs a hand through his hair. ]

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And the Underground is...?

Yeah. Two of 'em. Still damn hard to swallow.

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And no one knows for sure what the clock is for? [ He's not going to comment on the ticking; it's already making him grit his teeth. ]

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[starshipmedical]

... Why the hell would a giant clock in some pocket dimension be counting down to the end of all worlds? If anything, it's more likely to just be counting down this one.