Leonard McCoy & Strawberry Fields / Star Trek & Quantum of Solace / Barways

[mm_overture]

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[pi_wakawaka]

Sleeping like that is a dangerous thing and Tiwa is currently arranging a crown of flowers on his head.

[doctorsawbones]

Still asleep, the doctor is blissfully unaware of the fact he is currently being crowned.

Ignorance is bliss, right?

[pi_wakawaka]

It is since that means Tiwa can make it properly rakish before hopping up into the rafters and dropping an ice cube on him.

[doctorsawbones]

Even as he yelps and actually ends up jumping out of his chair, he doesn't notice the wreath of flowers on his head.

It is a Thing.

[mm_mono]

Franklin knows Fields is staring at him.

Furthermore, girls are (as a rule) never interested in him romantically, which means she thinks he's either insane or interesting. As he makes a point not to be interesting, she must think he's insane.

...And what is up with her music? Tripped out. She's probably high.

All these things are what make Franklin stare back at her with a mildly affronted look.

[just_fields]

Her eyebrows rise slightly at the expression he has on her face, and after a moment's consideration, she offers him a smile and a quick wave.

She probably isn't improving her situation at all.

[mm_mono]

...No, not really.

He gives her an incredibly half-hearted finger lift in return.

[just_fields]

"You know, you could try to be a little more enthusiastic."

[little_troven]

Poor McCoy. There's a young boy with paint who has decided that he needs a dab of yellow on his nose. With a fixed expression and tongue sticking out he reaches over with a yellow covered finger to paint said nose.

[doctorsawbones]

Unless Alec's hands are very cold?

McCoy is not waking up.

[little_troven]

They're actually very warm, though the angle is awkward. Since McCoy seems to be sleeping rather deeply, he takes a chance and crawls into his lap to get better access.

[doctorsawbones]

Now that is somewhat harder to ignore.

McCoy looks, for lack of a better word, completely nonplussed.

[shouldnt_dothat]

Oh, look. There is a (6'4" plus boots) woman over there wearing a Starfleet operations uniform, and who appears to have Trill spots.

Huh.

She is also peering at McCoy from a slight distance, trying to work out why he looks familiar.

[doctorsawbones]

Attractive woman in the vicinity or not, as he is unaware, he is not waking up.

Um, oops?

[shouldnt_dothat]

There is further peering.

And then, eventually, a piece of crumpled up paper is launched at his head.

Chuck clearly had NOTHING to do with it.

[doctorsawbones]

"Ahhhnnnnnurmph."

Nope, still out.

[spareprincess]

Can a sleeping man have too many women pestering him? We certainly thought not.

Kite leeeans in to study him with precious little thought for his personal space. Whether this is because of her own broad comfort zone or any alcohol she may have consumed is up for debate.

[doctorsawbones]

He certainly can't, although, honestly, he'd vastly prefer being awake when in said company.

He twitches once, but doesn't wake up yet.

[spareprincess]

Kite senses an opportunity for mischief, which never bodes well for people trying to sleep.

She leans in closer still and resists the urge to tweak his nose.

After a moment, she tilts her head and blows gently on the tip of his ear.

[doctorsawbones]

This is met with a small noise of protest as Bones shifts in his seat, brow furrowing for a split second.

This, unfortunately, does not translate to full consciousness.