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[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's been settling in with the new status quo as best as he can. It's not like he's totally in love with hurtling even further into the past when he's already coping with losing five hundred centuries of gains in medicine and technology, but he's gonna make do. After what happened in the lab, he figures he's got no right in hell to complain

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[keepurshirtonlt]

If anybody could understand the lose of technology, Trip could. Sure,one of the things he loved about the island was it's tropical simplicity, when it was it's normal self of course, but the lack of anything mechanical to play with had been starting to wear on him. At least in this supposedly temporary city, there were machines for him to tinker with. They may not be a warp engine but Trip would take what he could get. Even he had to admit, there was something fun about working with the simplest of machines.

Trip hadn't seen what the man was doing, he just saw the rather spectacular tumble after the chair crumpled under him. He started over carefully, wanting to be sure the guy was okay, though he was fighting a grin of amusement. "Hey, that was some fall. You okay? Do I need ta go grab a doc?"

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's practically choking on high, starched collars, and the feeling of humiliation. "I am a doctor," he grumbles and opens his mouth to warn off the new guy about the mistletoe, but it's too damn late. He pokes a finger upwards to alert him of the danger he's just wandered into. "I don't even know you and now I'm gonna have to kiss you to get out of here. My day's just real peachy."

[keepurshirtonlt]

When the guy pointed, Trip dutifully looked and groaned. Kate had explained the evil mistletoe to him when she'd gotten stuck under it and he'd had to help her out. He attempted to back up just in case he was still out of range, but found himself stuck.

"Ah dammit. Well," he said as he turned back to the man and offered a hand to help him up, "the name's Charles Tucker but considering what we gotta do, you can call me Trip. Now at least ya know who I am."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy sighs heavily, aware that there's only one way out of this mess and it's not through germicide. He takes the hand firmly and hauls himself to his feet, grateful he's not on the ground for this loss of dignity. "McCoy. Leonard McCoy," he introduces himself and brushes off whatever dust he's managed to accumulate.

[keepurshirtonlt]

Trip wasn't too thrilled about this either but he wasn't about to kiss some guy on the ground. That wasn't very gentlemanly. If anything about this situation could be called gentlemanly. "So...ya think a kiss on the cheek will work?" While after kissing aliens left and right, kissing a guy wasn't really such a horrible thought...he just didn't really want to.

[leftwithmybones]

"Honestly? I haven't exactly thought that much about it," McCoy admits frankly, standing there as he digs his toes into the floor as if in resolute stubbornness that he's sticking around as much as the plant wants him to be. He's had worse days than this, he knows, but after the month he's had, he can't help but feel like this is a punch in the gut. "We could try?"

[keepurshirtonlt]

Crossing his arms, Trip chuckled for a moment before shaking his head. "We could try. Now, don't hit me or nothin' alright?" He held up his hands in an innocent gesture as he took a step forward before leaning in to place a quick kiss on the other man's cheek.

When he leaned back, he attempted to test their boundaries. "Did it work?

[leftwithmybones]

"Only one way to find out," McCoy responds, hurrying to take a large step (only to be denied). "Yeah, that's a negative," he says, a bit dismal at the fact that he's stuck. "What'd you say your name was, again?" As if small talk could distract the damn plant.

[keepurshirtonlt]

Just as frustrated as McCoy, Trip sighed and recognized the small talk tactic for what it was. He had really hoped that kiss on the cheek would have worked. "Charles Tucker III, Commander Charles Tucker III of Starfleet, if ya wanna be real technical. But I prefer Trip. Less of a mouth full."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy freezes, kissing out the window when he pays attention to the important part. "Whoa, hey, Starfleet?" he echoes, brows lifting as high as they'll humanly go (which, for McCoy, is pretty damn high). "I thought I was the last one left, that they abandoned me ages back. When'd you get here?"

[keepurshirtonlt]

Oh. Well, now this was interesting. "Lil' over a month. I didn't realize there was anyone else here from Starfleet. There were others here?" Wouldn't that be the kicker if some of the others had been here and Trip had just missed them.

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah, whole group of 'em from my ship," McCoy agrees, glancing up to the mistletoe, wondering if enough work-talk would be enough to numb it into bored submission. "Jim, Scotty, Uhura, Spock...Chekov too, for a while."

[keepurshirtonlt]

"So, you were on the Coloumbia then?" When Enterprise had left for the Expanse, Starfleet had been hurrying construction along just in case Coloumbia was needed if Enterprise failed to stop the Xindi. There had even been reports that Challenger and Discovery had been rushed into construction faster then expected but Trip had had other things on his mind at the time.

And Trip didn't recognize this man or any of those names so they couldn't have been on Enterprise and there weren't any other ships in existence. Yet.

[leftwithmybones]

"What? No, Enterprise," McCoy replies easily enough, hoping that he's not about to get into some engineering talk where they compare ship-numbers and talk about the chassis and what speed they can go. Sure, he's proud of the ship and its crew, but he's not Scotty. He's not about to sit around and memorize minutia he'll never care about again in his life.

[keepurshirtonlt]

"Right. Sure ya were." Trip rolled his eyes. "Unless you came on board after we got back from the Expanse, nice try. I'm the Chief Engineer of the Enterprise and I'm pretty familiar with our crew." The fact that they could be from different times didn't even occur to him.

[leftwithmybones]

"I was on the goddamn Enterprise, I have a whole slew of classifications in my med-kit," he snaps. Of course, he has to reel back because after he thinks about it for a moment, he doesn't, because that (along with everything else) changed with the weather. "And Montgomery Scott's our Chief Engineer."