Just leave me your wake to remember you by | [Bones | Open]

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy had heard from various people that there was a party in the Holosuits. But the doctor was quite content to stay in his quarters and conduct his own research since he was barred from Sickbay, but a certain blonde gymnast with a penchant for scribbling Trill spots over him dictated otherwise and he found himself dragged to the party

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[logic_driven]

I see that you too have been dragged along to this event. [He came to stand by Bones, dressed sedately in his black uniform from the Academy.]

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[hippocraticly]

Damn pointy-eared...

[logic_driven]

I am surprised that you have not mentioned my attire, doctor.

[hippocraticly]

Do you really want me to shower you with compliments, Spock? I just assumed that Lieutenant Uhura managed to use her skills as communication officer to convince you to put on something different for once.

[logic_driven]

That is astute of you. She is can be very bossy persuasive.

[hippocraticly]

I bet she can.

[logic_driven]

She is extremely skilled at communicating her...preferences.

[hippocraticly]

No more skulking around on the Observation Deck for you then.

[logic_driven]

We do not always see eye to eye, so I may still frequent that spot from time to time.

[hippocraticly]

... It's a good place to clear your head, I'll admit.

[logic_driven]

I concur with your judgment.

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[McCoy sighs.]

I need to get back to work.

[logic_driven]

[He slightly quirked an eyebrow at him.]

Has not Holly locked us all out of the main work sections of the station?

[hippocraticly]

Everything. Jim tried to get into Ops through the ventilation system, but Holly turfed him out faster than a rat down the drain.