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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[behindfirelight]

Technology is useful and Sol, as a modern man, makes use of it- but he leaves deciphering it to Leila, who has probably noticed by now that he's 'taking a break'.

"If I ever saw something that needed child-proofing." The fact there aren't any children here (that aren't Extras) is irrelevant; the really annoying thing about child-locks is that they usually end up being harder for adults than for children. In this instance, that would be useful.

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[notsawbones]

McCoy is all but used to being the one making child jibes, even if they are mostly directed at his infantile Captain who decides it's simply hysterical to use his override codes on his drinks cabinet. He makes an annoyed grunt in his throat, but apparently seems to agree with him.

"It would be a damn lot better than throwing this thing away."

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[behindfirelight]

...throwing it away. Sol has an idea, suddenly, and it has nothing to do with this conversation- he'll run it by his partner in crime later, experiments are more her thing. (But it'd be interesting to see if getting rid of a tablet is effective or if they'd find themselves in a 'cat came back the very next day' situation. Worth looking into, that.)

"Probably," he agrees, regardless. "Although I haven't seen much to argue for its use so far." This is not, it must be noted, a jab at McCoy and his adventures in manscaping. After all, he's the first person Sol has bothered to respond to.

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[notsawbones]

Oblivious to Sol's train of thought about experiments with a partner in crime about the tablets, McCoy continues to complain at the stranger.

"It's supposed to be a communication device for the people here." He replies sullenly, even if Sol did not want to know about the technicalities of the loathsome piece of technology. "I'm sure they would be helpful, if you're the social butterfly type." After all, the doctor often got trolled by petite (sometimes teenaged) girls although the majority of them were mostly young women; although this had been the first time a shirtless man drenched in his own sweat (and holding a knife away from view to boot!) had contacted him over the tablets.

Finally finishing the mediocre task of shaving and avoiding any more mishaps for the entirety of Taxon to witness, he offers a semi-friendly: "... Name's McCoy."

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[behindfirelight]

"That'd be my point," he says, wryly. (And hey, he's wearing a shirt. Miraculously. It's thin and it's stuck to him and he's probably only wearing it as a minor concession to the fact it's winter, but it does exist. ...he will probably take it off sooner or later, but McCoy may be spared that.)

"Sol," he returns. "Solomon Koenig."