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[leftwithmybones]

The house before him looms still unfinished and McCoy really doesn't know whether Scotty's disappearance is some vague way of telling him to quit the project. Still, he might run away from ruins of an old life, but he's a damn stubborn ass about giving up. So rather than just let the foundation be, he's started to get back to it

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[niceofyoutoask]

Lipton might not have interupted. With the way the island's population was constanting shifting, the island itself tended to change along with it, a process he found a bit fascinating. In his walk over to check up on the Boarding House after lunch, he sometimes took a longer, winding route just to take a look around. He didn't want to intrude, and he wasn't trying to be nosy, he was just plainly curious. When he saw the man - a doctor, he thought, he'd seen him around but didn't think they'd ever met - working on his house, he was just going to continue on his way until a soft mewling noise made him pause and look for the animal that made it. The little ball of fur with blinking, curious eyes made him chuckle. Like mind, that one.

By then good manners dictated that he acknowledge the man, being on his property and all. He gave a friendly wave and smile, nodding. "Hey, good afternoon."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy had glanced up when Plum announces that they've got company, but he doesn't recognize the face. "Afternoon," McCoy greets, a bit curt, but that's mostly just him in general. "Plum getting in your way?" he asks, ready to collar the cat and shove him at Spock if he's been stirring up trouble while McCoy's been distracted.

[niceofyoutoask]

"Nah, seems like a nice little guy." Lipton said, bending down and offering out his hand palm up as an peace offering. Either the little thing would sniff it out, get angry or hide. He'd prefer the first, but you could never tell with young animals. Or at least he couldn't. "Only have a couple of rabbits myself, and they aren't the friendliest creatures ever." Which was too bad, really, as he would have liked to give them as a gift to Lydia as part of his goal to be the most indulgent step-father in the world.

"How's the work coming?" He asked, nodding towards the house.

[leftwithmybones]

"Rabbits are quiet and stick to themselves, though," McCoy pointed out, not saying that he would've traded in Plum because he was attached to the damn thing now, but it wasn't like they were best friends. "It's ah...hell, it's going. I'm going for one story and a loft, which means I need supporting walls and I haven't done anything like this in over a decade."

[niceofyoutoask]

"Their previous owner named them Evil Bitey Rabbit and Skeptical and Slightly Bitchy Rabbit, so it's debatable if that's a comment on their individual personalities or their natures as a species." He said wryly, and when the little cat didn't shy away he petted him gently before standing up and facing the man.

"I'm not a building crew man, and my specialty is limited to wooden furniture and repairs, but I could give you a hand if you need it." Lipton offered, because he thought he might have a pretty good grasp of what kind of structural support you'd need for that. Between his inclination to engineering, his work as a mechanist's apprentice and experience in helping to build Currahee, he wasn't an expert but it was something.

[leftwithmybones]

"Now those are some names," McCoy appraises, his brows higher as he thinks about just what kind of rabbits they had to be in order to earn names like those. McCoy shifts slightly, his legs casually sprawled as he continues to work on the ground, peering up at the man and realizing they haven't even been introduced really. "I'm McCoy. Leonard McCoy."

[niceofyoutoask]

"Carwood Lipton, but just Lipton will do fine." He said with a friendly smile, offering out his hand for a shake. "I keep trying to rename them, but now they and I are kind of used to it."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy leans forward to shake his hand firmly, giving him an appraisal of a look and trying to place him in a general time zone, not really feeling like he'd be anywhere close if he did try. "So, wood-carving, you said? How about stairs?"

[niceofyoutoask]

"I think those are within my skill set." Lipton said with a nod, looking over what he could see of the building and already thinking of the schematics. "This place all yours?"

[leftwithmybones]

"Sort of," he admits, casting a glance over his shoulder as if he's checking to see if his roommate is about to join him. "I've got a roommate and there's the cat," he says, because he can't forget Plum without getting scratched for it. "So, two and a half people, you could say."

[niceofyoutoask]

"Can't imagine the cat's going to be that much of a help." He commented, easily enough, looking over the tools and materials McCoy has spread around him. "But I'd like to see him try. You do anything like this back home?"

[leftwithmybones]

"Hell, he thinks he's the savior of the world when he's cuddling you, but then he's hissing the very next minute," McCoy harrumphs as he takes a look at the cat and shakes his head. "One of those island gifts, he is. Not that I brought him." He takes the moment to look at the house and wishes that he could still have this from home. "I'm a doctor, not a handyman. But if I want a house that resembles the one in my family for generations, I'm gonna have to plan it myself."

[niceofyoutoask]

That sort of off-kilter self-congratulation sounded like some superior officers Lipton knew. But even this far from the war, he still tended to keep thoughts like that to himself. "Ambitious." He observed, but gave the doctor a smile. "But you seem like you have the determination to get it done. And you've done pretty good for yourself so far." And that was something he could respect.

[leftwithmybones]

"Stupid," he replies, which is his own personal appraisal of what he's doing. "I had a buddy here before who could help me out with this. He knew what he was doing, actually wouldn't cause a fire like I might. But he's gone. Now it's just me and whatever help I cobble together here and there."

[niceofyoutoask]

Lipton chuckled at McCoy's opinion of it.

"You could get the building crew in here if things get risky," Lipton suggested, but he knew that if the guy had wanted that, he would have done it already. And Lipton was no stranger to friends dissapearing around this place. "So where's the original version?" He asked, nodding to the current model.

[leftwithmybones]

"I'll probably fold one day and ask 'em," McCoy concedes, even if some family pride wants him to do it all by himself. "I mean, better to trade in my pride than have the whole place burn down." Plus, he'll be able to move in faster. "The original's back in Georgia. Belongs to my ex-wife now," he adds, bitterly. "So even if I were home, I don't exactly get it."