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[and_prosper]

While it is certainly not surprising that Jim Kirk is willing to eschew logic in favor of clinging doggedly to faith, Spock nonetheless finds himself discomfited at the cavalier fashion with which his final advisement had been met. Harboring regret for that which cannot be changed is illogical, but seated now in a pilot's chair both unfamiliar and

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[winged_cupid]

Now, if Psyche is in the midst of some intergalactic, trans-world capability of showing up here, Cupid has the feeling that she'll be okay about him letting a little loose. He's still loyal, but it's the New Year and a kiss is tradition. And plus, instantly appearing men through magical means are all over Cupid's job description and so he grins and claps the man on the cheeks. "C'mere, you big beautiful-eared buddy!" he announces as he lays a loud and firm one on his lips.

Because hey, it's midnight, and what better thing to do than celebrate?

[leftwithmybones]

"Oh, for god's sake," McCoy growls as he sees his erstwhile idiotic stripper clone making out with someone in the crowd. What makes it worse is that he sees goddamn pointed ears and he just knows who it is, because of course he'd turn up here and make his life this kind of hell. He grabs hold of one of the wings with fingers twining in feathers and yanking Cupid off hard as he can, sending him stumbling away. "Off," he commands sharply, giving him a glare and an even worse glower to trail that in case Cupid feels like making a comment.

McCoy takes one good look at Spock and shakes his head. "Trust you to turn up in the middle of a complete goddamn orgy of lips and tongue."

[and_prosper]

If there is anything more disconcerting than a blond, winged and decidedly flamboyant doppelganger of Dr. McCoy seizing Spock to kiss him, it is the appearance then of McCoy himself, blustering in and separating the two. Spock affords the doctor a slow blink, the only outward indication that he is anything but entirely composed.

"An explanation would be vastly appreciated, Doctor."

[leftwithmybones]

"Oh, and now the man wants an explanation," McCoy mutters to himself and grabs hold of Spock's clothing (making sure not to touch skin in any way whatsoever), hauling ass to get him away from the goddamn kissing frenzy. "I just rescued you from a goddamn prostitute," he shouts, as if he hadn't done that as much for his own good as he did for Spock's. "You want the explanation now, too? Well, here's your explanation. You're on an Island, you're stuck, and so am I, so's Jim, so's Chekov, Scotty, and an alternate reality's version of Uhura."

[and_prosper]

Mouth open, Spock was on the cusp of informing the good doctor that the man's status as a prostitute was hardly relevant when he did not anticipate paying for neither the kiss nor intercourse, but stopped himself when the rest of the information came spewing irritably from McCoy's lips.

"Please remove your hand from my clothing, Doctor, I am ambulatory and perfectly capable of following of my own accord," Spock coolly replies as he attempts to process what he's been told. "And please elaborate on your definition of 'stuck.'"

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy lets go of the clothes after a moment, mind already racing through the battery of medical tests that he intends to put Spock through in order to make sure everything is in working order. "Then capably get away before you get kissed again," he says shortly. "And by stuck, I mean that regular modes of transportation won't get you out of here. You're here without escape. Welcome to Tabula Rasa, Spock."

[and_prosper]

"My ability to be here at all indicates an ability to also leave, Doctor, regardless of how difficult or evasive that method may be," Spock corrects with an arch of brow. "Have we any contact with the Enterprise?" He pulls his communicator free from his belt and frowns at what he sees when he flips it open.

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy takes a step back and just watches Spock, letting him go through all the same motions that he'd tried when he first arrived. "None," he says bluntly, a mild look of smugness on his face. "Look, Spock, you can either believe me now or believe me after you go through the frustrating task of trying to figure out the why and the wherefore of all of this. You're here. You can't get out, no matter how hard you work that Vulcan brain between those goddamn pointy-ears of yours."

[and_prosper]

"As an active Starfleet officer, it would be remiss of me to not attempt to make contact with the Enterprise to the best of my ability," Spock counters, something McCoy should surely be aware of, despite his position in the medical bay. "Forgive me if I am not willing to accept the bleakness of our circumstances as readily some others have been."

[leftwithmybones]

"Okay, well, I'll make you a deal," McCoy says, voice riddled with something like irritation and mild annoyance. "You make your efforts and do your damned best to contact Enterprise, which Scotty's been trying to do since he turned up here months and months ago. You keep fighting this bleak reality that not all of us have accepted, definitely not me, and when you're finished, I'll be waiting at the bar. Deal?"