001 ¤ [HOLO; curse missed opportunities! am I a part of the cure or am I part of the disease?]

[notsawbones]

Leonard H. McCoy had very specific reason to loathe transporters. One wrong misplaced circuit or trigger-happy technician could have devastating consequences on the person being beamed down to wherever the hell Starfleet had ordered them to go. He really did not approve of atoms being forcibly ripped apart before being intertwined together again

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[voice]

[fudgingkillyou]

[As a general rule, Dean doesn't start up visuals with newcomers because of trust issues. Since he doesn't know this guy, he's going to answer with the voice function, and only because he's curious. Enterprise, huh? More of Kirk's minions.]

So I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say you're not a fan of flying.

[Judging by what Dean know about shuttle crafts, of course.]

[voice]

[notsawbones]

[McCoy grumbled as another new voice sprung up from the tablet he just discovered. Just how many people had been brought in the same way, he wondered? He replied to the faceless voice speaking to him, his tone curt and clipped with aggravation.]

Damn right, I suffer from aviophobia and for good reason too. It just takes just one crack in the hull of a shuttlecraft and that's it, you're worse than dead. Your blood might start boiling as the damn solar flares begin to cook you in your seat and if, you're damn lucky, your eardrums might become perforated if they aren’t spouting blood by the time you reach orbit.

[fudgingkillyou]

[Well, if Dean didn't want to fly before...]

You're just one big ball of sunshine, aren't you?

[notsawbones]

I don't like flying.

[fudgingkillyou]

Apparently.

[notsawbones]

Of course it's damn apparent, they're almost as bad as transporters.

[fudgingkillyou]

Which are what? I don't speak crazy.

[notsawbones]

I'm not speaking crazy.

[fudgingkillyou]

Defensive, huh?

[notsawbones]

Well, look where I've ended up.