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 ]

[notanemptymotto]

I'm afraid that you have found yourself where you are not supposed to be. My apologies for the bad news.

[ And the sound of moving things can be heard over the tablet as well. ]

[ voice ]

[notsawbones]

Are you the one responsible for this? If not, I don't need your apology.

[ voice ]

[notanemptymotto]

Needing and deserving are completely different, sir. And I am hardly the one responsible for this. Another victim much as you find yourself. However since I received such a warm welcoming, I'll extend the same to you.

This is the City of Taxon. It is divided into four sections with the center of the city having what is known as the Sanctuary. This is where you are now. Once you walk outside you are free to go wherever of your pleasing, it seems.

[ Clang, clang. ]

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[notsawbones]

Someone has a wry sense of humour calling this damn room a Sanctuary if you ask me. It is anything but pacifying about appearing in this room when you're meant to be on an Away mission on some...

[Okay, he notices that sound. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.]

What are you doing- ... ma'am?

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[notanemptymotto]

I am - [ clang ] - attempting to find where my biopsy tools have gone. It would seem they have brought everything with my home, except the tools in which I need to do part of my job.

[ There is the sound of shuffling and heels clicking. ]

Dr. Helen Magnus. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.

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[notsawbones]

[British, he thought as she continued to make the sounds.]

... Doctor Leonard McCoy. Pleasure to meet you, Doctor Magnus.

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[notanemptymotto]

Another doctor? Brilliant. Always could use a few more of them.

[ Helen closes the glass doors and begins to head towards the stone stairs of the circular room. ]

As it would seem that I'm unable to find my tools as of now, I'm open for more pleasant discussions on a less morbid conversation. Might I ask what field you are in, Doctor McCoy?

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[notsawbones]

My fields? Well, I'm a surgeon and a physician. But I also have a field in psychology, exobiology, space psychology. Yourself?

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[notanemptymotto]

Space psychology? You have quite the resume. I am an M.D. but also specialize in teratology, cryptozoology and exobiology.

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[notsawbones]

[Teratology? Cryptozoology? People still researched those fields? Not that he voiced this though.]

That's quite impressive, ma'am.

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[notanemptymotto]

I suppose. It's not a very popular field, after all. Most of the world tends to believe there is no need for such studies.

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[notsawbones]

Can't say I believe something unless I see it for myself.

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[notanemptymotto]

At least you are willing to open your eyes to it, Doctor McCoy.

[ voice ]

[notsawbones]

I have five years of having to open my eyes ahead of me when I have to get back, ma'am.

[ voice ]

[notanemptymotto]

Oh? Might I ask what that entails?

[ voice ]

[notsawbones]

I'm sure I would be breaking quite a few sub-orders telling you about it.