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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.

[loveofmasters]

"Oh, God! Are you alright?"

Florence heard the crash and rushes into the room, heading directly to the man crumpled on the floor. She recognizes him, of course, the Doctor she'd met with the... technical problem. The one from the far, far future instead of the few decades that most of the people seemed to have on her.

She doesn't even notice the mistletoe that's overhead, she's just worried that he's hurt himself.

[leftwithmybones]

"No, don't--!" But it's too late. He closes his eyes tightly when she steps inside the damn thing's radius. He shouldn't be too upset, should he? It's his own fault for getting into this mess and thinking chemical warfare would get him out (especially given his recent issues with the stuff), but now he's doomed someone else to this madness. "Mistletoe," he warns, darkly.

[loveofmasters]

"Mistletoe?"

Looking up, Florence sees the little green sprig and laughs. Someone's been decorating for the holiday and she finds it more than a little amusing, not realizing the significance yet.

"Someone has an odd sense of humor, but I'm more worried about you. You have to be seeing stars after a fall like that."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's gaze rests on her expectantly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's soon after she doesn't have a reaction that he thinks that this must be new for her. "You've never been in this position before, have you?" he asks as he sits up and cracks his neck. "Try walking away. Five steps," he suggests.

[divine_mandate]

Juliet isn't in the habit of coming around to see Leonard when he's working, or at any other time really. They'd had fun together to be sure but things are what they are and she's been somewhat...preoccupied.

Now, though. Well, she's finding herself unsettled again. All the changes to the Island bringing her home only not home and she's been feeling an ache in her chest she's hesitant to dwell on for fear of becoming maudlin. Juliet does not do maudlin. She is, however, willing to indulge herself to the degree of seeking out the company of one of the few people in this new life she might actually considers a friend.

She hears the thud and rushes in only to stop short at the sight of Leonard lying on the floor with a perfectly indignant look on his face. It's nearly impossible for her not to laugh.

"I promise not to breathe a word of this."

[leftwithmybones]

His vest is covered in flecks of dust and whatever else he's picked up from the floor and he's already taken off the jacket as the heat of embarrassment flares up and makes his face pink. "Yeah, yeah, laugh all you like," he mutters, pushing himself to his feet and trying to get steady again. "You just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me out?"

[divine_mandate]

"But I was so enjoying the view."

She presses her lips shut to try and minimize her obvious amusement at this particular mishap, though he does like shockingly handsome when he blushes. She wouldn't have guessed that.

"I think I can find my way to being of some assistance, though," she says once he's regained his dignity. Closing the distance between them with a bit of heat in her eyes to accompany the smile.

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah?" McCoy responds, his voice having lowered a couple decibels as he slides his fingers through her hair to keep her all-the-closer to him. His breathing has gone just a touch erratic, but he doesn't really mind. It could be from the fall, but he prefers to think it's due to her presence with him. "How's that?"

[awomanscornd]

"Woah there, you okay?" Madelyne asks, picking up her skirts and rushing over to help McCoy up. He's probably never going to be someone she'll ever make a habit out of seeking out, but it would make her a special brand of nasty to ignore the guy after a spill like that, especially so close after the whole thing where he nearly killed himself in the lab. He can't exactly be operating at a hundred percent just yet.

[leftwithmybones]

In the immediate aftermath of the spill, he looks up and sees Jean instead of Madelyne. He thinks he's a real asshole for that and shakes his head to try and clear himself of any confusion. "It's not the fall that's worrying me," he admits, wrapping an arm around her elbow to help himself sit up.

It's at this point that he lets out a lamenting sigh and cocks a gaze upwards. "Sorry about getting you into this mess."

[awomanscornd]

"Is that...?" Madelyne asks as she follows his gaze up to the ceiling, her expression one of worry for an entirely different reason now. Normally, there would be no reason to care about a bit of mistletoe one way or another, at least where it concerns a guy that she has no intention whatsoever of ever kissing, but the stories of people being trapped left and right by the stuff have been spreading like wildfire all month.

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah," he agrees, knowing what he has to do. He clears his throat and tries to get as comfortable as he's going to, what with the new bruises that are probably developing. "Just, go," he instructs. "Madelyne, I'll be fine, just get out of here," he says roughly. This is too awkward and he doesn't want to be thinking if she kisses the same, but it's a thought on his mind.