011 ¤ [ Visual | Location: Castle Summers ] i'm coming out of my cage and i've been doing just fine

[notsawbones]

Anyone who may have been fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to have seen McCoy lately might have noticed his fabulous break-up beard (circa 2255!) after his bout of hermit tendencies lately. If not, that's a shame! Because all that is about to change today as he decides to finally shave it off after Kirk's constant nagging at him about being out of

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[behindfirelight]

The progress on Sol's little building project out in the woods has thus far not drawn any attention he didn't deliberately draw to it, which means he isn't really anticipating a blistering cuss-streak (...from anyone other than himself) about now.

"Having problems?"

Coincidentally, Sol is holding a bloody knife; he does have the presence of mind not to have that in view. (He's outside and judging by the sweat sticking his shirt to him, he's been doing some kind of labour, but even if McCoy comes back to look at his tablet, he'll probably have a hard time judging what.)

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[notsawbones]

McCoy's awareness about whoever is talking at him is somewhat lacking at the moment as he tends to the cut on his face. With his dermal regenerator back in his sickbay, he is forced to use the 'medieval' approach to stopping the blood and dabs at his cut in exasperation.

It does not take him long considering it was just a simple cut whilst shaving and he walks back over to his tablet after hearing a voice come from it, "You could say that." He grumbles in response to the other man, unaware of the bloody knife kept out of view on the tablet, although the state of the man does raise a questioning eyebrow. "But more with this damn thing than anything else."

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[behindfirelight]

Full disclosure: it's Sol's own blood. Sorcerers, what're you gonna do - not get a straight answer about it, judging by how he opts to ignore the raised eyebrow. When he turns and sits down, a woman's feet where she's sitting down mostly out of view (alternately reading, ignoring Sol or watching him work and pretending to ignore him) are just visible.

"I've noticed it turns on at the most inconvenient times." Like now for both of them, actually, although Sol probably came out the better off.

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[notsawbones]

McCoy growled in annoyance about the whole incident and was tempted to throw the tablet into the basin before he managed to muster up a coherent response to that statement.

"Yeah." McCoy had a not-so-secret aversion to technology and he made no attempt to hide it, although if technology continued to find out new ways to benefit how they treated people in the future, then he would endure it. Unhappily. "All the Goddamn time in my case."

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[glowingseer]

Men are such big babies.

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[notsawbones]

[ Hearing Cordelia's voice, McCoy switches it to voice straight away. Although she does get a glimpse of a holo Bones and a few, what can only be described as, text that looks more like keyboard smashing before he manages to successfully changing the function. ]

Don't you have anything better to do?

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[glowingseer]

Other than terrorizing you? Not really.

[ oh look, a text message... of something she doesn't understand. ]

Don't people know how to spell in the future?

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[notsawbones]

[ More unhappy noises from McCoy. ]

It's this damn thing.

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[beholdthedrums]

... Are you alright?

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[notsawbones]

Oh, yet another spectator to point and laugh at the doctor's mishap with a pesky razorblade. He counted the many joys of having a tablet in this damn place, deciding to reply to another unfamiliar voice once he had finished dabbing at his face.

"Fine." He replied to the Master, his voice tinted with embarrassment as he observed his face in the mirror, and only half paying attention to the tablet. "Nothing a whirl with a dermal regenerator can't fix later."

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[beholdthedrums]

He could use the excuse that he didn't properly know how to work the tablet yet and that only resulted in eavesdropping on other peoples' displays, but he was certain that the other man didn't want to hear it, so he nixed that reply.

"Well," Yana replies, trying to keep the sudden awkwardness out of the conversation. This is what he gets for flicking the visual setting on - another thing he didn't exactly mean to do. "That's good, then. My apologies for intruding - I simply just wanted to be sure..." That he wasn't going to bleed out from a razorblade cut? Smooth, Yana.

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[notsawbones]

Admitting to such a thing would set the doctor off on a long-winded tirade about how much he hated the tablets and technology that involved atoms being scattered around like fairy dust. Not that they had that kind of capability, he just really, really hated the Enterprise transporter. How dare Spock bring it with him.

"It's.. not really intruding if you think about." McCoy barks in response with his extremely flawed logic. "It's these damn aliens deciding everything in this damn place is some demented gag..." he trails off on that into a growl. Clearly he had not lost enough blood to shut the hell up.

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[likeajoan]

[Buffy is actually at home currently, but she's not on the ~Starfleet Floor~, as it is obviously termed. Thus, we have a tablet reply.]

There should be band-aids in that cabinet. The one on your right.

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[notsawbones]

Oh man, the landlady. McCoy contemplates smashing the tablet to pieces, but ultimately decides to go for the sheepish-reply route. There would be less chance of Kirk smashing his face into the wall later if he was rude to his girlfriend and hung up on her.

"... Thanks."

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[likeajoan]

[Well. Buffy is only actually saying anything because Kirk shared certain... information with her about McCoy, and as a consequence she's worried about the good doctor.]

Don't mention it. [Paaauuuuse.] I thought the beard looked good.

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[notsawbones]

Fortunately for everyone involved, McCoy was blissfully unaware about his best friend gossiping to Buffy about his bout of depression lately when it concerned this place. Funny how Kirk had done the same thing he that he had done when he was in the same frame of mind last year, but that was not enough to prevent McCoy from throttling the other man if - or when - he found out.

"So did I," McCoy admits, even if it was short tenure of being fond of his facial hair as he applied a band-aid onto his cut. "But Jim is pitching a fit about regs."