> Spend my days in ultra violet rays [Taxon!Bones | Open]

[notsawbones]

[Leonard McCoy was not sure what to think when he materialized in a completely different place to the one he had grown (reluctantly) accustomed to after nearly two months. Well, fifty-four days if you want to be specific. But you could bet he was grumpy about it! Oh boy

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[preferablynot]

I presume you are referring to a transporter?

[ came a voice from behind the battered doctor. ambassador spock didn't question the injuries -- not yet, at least -- merely waited for his question to be answered in regards to his assumption. after all, what else would leonard mccoy label a "death trap" other than a transporter? ]

[notsawbones]

[McCoy turned to face the voice who had uttered this enquiry with an arched eyebrow evident on his face. Oh great, he was stuck with another pointy-eared bastard in wonderland, or wherever the hell Jim had beamed him to. He bit back a groan as he ranted at the stranger.]

What else would I be referring to? Oh, I know, one of those old-fashioned flying machines, the ones that catch fire if you flap it too damn much or not much at all.

[preferablynot]

Such a presumption would be illogical, being that it is highly unlikely you'd ever step foot on one of those "flying deathtraps," Doctor.

[notsawbones]

Well, you can stick that illogical jibe of mine in your pipe and smoke it.

[His attention was then fixated on the tablet in his hand and he pushed the buttons. It did not take long for irritated mumbles to spring from his lips as whatever technology he had was, to his angst, woefully inoperative.]

Goddamn it, why won't it switch on?

akjsdfhasf HOW DO I MISS THESE THINGS.

[icanhaslogic]

If you refer to the transporters, I assure you they are perfectly safe, doctor.