tushanshu | 004 ◉ audio; dated to the 14th

004 ◉ audio; dated to the 14th

[ The audio clicks on and there's a long pause. When Kyle speaks, his tone is calm, perfectly controlled. It's his Business Voice, blank save for the barest hint of anger. ]

This is Kyle Rayner of the Green Lantern Corps. I apologise for the inconvenience, but our clinic at EA-3B is currently undergoing repairs and won't be able to take more patients at this time. We'll be temporarily operating a backup at WA-1A. [ He attaches a map, showing where it is. ]

Any and all hands with medical experience or healing abilities are always welcome.

[ Another long pause. ]

And if someone could come collect Avatar Korra, that would be appreciated.

[ There is a brief pause, as though he's debating what more to say, before the audio clicks off. ]

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[ OMFG THAT GRUMPY VOICE??

just let Spock slip in here ok. ]

Two people do, in fact.

He's your CMO?

He serves aboard the Enterprise, yes. [ McCoy actually (almost) adhered to the Prime Directive, Spock is (secretly) so proud. ]

[He makes an agreeable noise.]

Any friend of yours is a friend of the Corps. He's welcome to practice at our place, or we can help him set up his own. His call.

[ omfg "friend" you're so embarrassing Kyle

Spock makes a Spock-face (which means there's not actually any change in expression but it's still implied somehow) at that ]

Are you really so short-staffed?

[ working with McCoy is impossible Kyle run while you still have the chance ]

[More like we should keep our people together, but he doesn't say that. He just sounds amused. Friends indeed.]

Hey, I'm just an artist! Not a medical practitioner. She needs somebody who knows what he's doing.

[It's cheerful, and self-deprecating. He knows his limits.]

[ R.I.P. Kyle's sanity.

And Spock's. He actually stares at the feed for a few seconds longer than necessary because did Kyle just say that. (Spock needs to sit down for a minute tbh.) ]

I have not forgotten. [ u still owe him painting lessons someday ] Were you injured in the --incident? [ because Spock can put two and two together but Kyle hadn't called it an attack so neither will he ]

[That's a weird pause, Vulcanbro. Kyle snorts.]

Nah, more like I was worried about hurting her. [And Spock knows why that consideration matters, Kyle doesn't have to explain. He's so relieved.]

We'll be busy for a while - Lin fixed as much as she could but the plumbing's pretty much nonexistent.

I'm happy to work where I'm needed right now. After that, well, we can explore other options...

[ Yeah, thanks for that vote of confidence down there, Spock. Ya ass... ]

Great. [He sends the map.] Come over whenever it's convenient, either me or Dr. Natu will be there.

Great. I'll be there with bells on.

[ It'd sound a little more enthusiastic if McCoy wasn't a hollow shell of his former self after a day on an unknown planet with only Jim and a tribble for company. A TRIBBLE, Kyle! ]

I'll keep my ears peeled.

[And with that, he signs off, and goes outside to wait for Bones to come. He's wearing a simple dark coloured pants, and his Corps shirt which reads in bold capitals: YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A STUBBORN JERK TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS. It's not his usual fare but they serve his purpose well enough. His posture is full of youthful energy, but muted, because he's tired, but the restlessness is all there in the way he holds himself, tapping his foot to an unspoken tune, looking at the crowd for the grumpy old man he heard over the network. His ring, on his right hand, glints in the sunlight, and there are still a few bandages on his wrists, covering part of a faint, silvery scar. Another is visible on his arm, where it meets the shoulder, and one looks carefully, he's resting some of his weight on one leg, suggesting a light injury to the other. His breathing is also shallower (broken ribs that haven't healed properly yet).]

Edited 2013-07-14 05:46 (UTC)

[ Luckily for Kyle, at least, McCoy fits his ample voice and description to a T: He's an older man who is gruff-looking and sounding. Perfect. Unfortunately for McCoy, Kyle is just another young man with a young man's voice. Over the years, the doctor has realized there are a lot of those floating around, you know, to keep the population steady.

So he hopes the expectant look from this particular kid--Fully covered in bandages, holy Lord!-- he locked eyes with is the one he's looking for.]

Kyle? [ For a volunteer at a pseudo hospital, he sure is looking pretty shitty. ] Good God, man, what kinda barbaric place is this? [ He shudders to think of staying in such a medically retarded planet as this. Well, whatever. All the more reason he needs to help out here. Sticking his hand out to the man, he introduces himself. ] Leonard McCoy, your new doctor--Yours, too. [ Something about this kid already makes him think he needs to clarify that. ]

[Kyle spots him and he flashes a smile—]

That's me. We're working with a pretty low level of technology—

[And then Bones speaks and Kyle freezes. He knows that look, that posture. That's a doctor telling him to get on the table and sit down while he's examined and he's having none of that thank you very much. Soranik's bad enough and even she knows when to back off and leave him alone.]

[Stiffly, he shakes hands. His ring is cold to the touch.]

Nice to meet you, Doctor. My medic [very slight emphasis on those two words] is out getting us some supplies, but I'd be happy to show you around.

[ The shake's a little longer than necessary, but the doctor suspects this is probably the only time he'll be able to hold the man captive long enough to assess just how beat up he really is. Could be worse, really, but anything below 100% nettles the hell out of him. But the doctor keeps anything he has to say on the matter to himself. For now. ]

Sure. I'd like to see what kinda set up you've got here.

[ He is so proud of himself for not letting any condescension creep into his voice. Professionalism is totally what he's going for, even if this place terrifies him. How anyone ever survived before twenty-third century medicine is beyond McCoy.]

I brought my medical kit-- [ Sans tribble ] --if there's any serious injuries that need immediate attention.

[He notices. Already he's blanking his body language defensively, withdrawing. He knows, acutely, where his injuries are, and he forces his body to compensate and hide them (the ring's always helped and it does now, quietly). This is Jim's doctor, and Jim's people are the best at what they do. Kyle can't stop him from seeing all the damage, but he sure as hell can dig his heels in the ground and resist being treated. He might be a friend of the Corps, but there's still a long way to go before he earns the right to touch Kyle with compassion.]

[If he notices the good doctor's taking the trouble to be wary, he doesn't comment. He flashes his winning smile and gestures towards the doorway.]

Most of the injuries here are simple: burns, cuts, bruises. Occasionally we have large accidents [and getting tortured] but the worst it gets is a few broken bones.

[A beat, and a little icily:]

My ring has regenerative capabilities, it can manage most of the work, but it's no substitute for a real doctor.

[ McCoy makes a non-committal noise at the list of cases as he enters the simple sandstone building and waits to be directed. At least this place gets a lot of light. That's one nice point.

At the man's admission, though, he can finally understand why Jim and Spock made Kyle privy to their own technological world. Okay, adding another point! The less he has to fumble with the Prime Directive, the better. ]

All that in a little ring, huh? Fascinating-- [ The doctor's face takes on a look of horror and nausea after realizing what he just said. ] I mean, that's pretty impressive. Technology being so compacted into a piece of jewelry, and all. I have somethin' like that--Not so small, though...

[Kyle just raises an eyebrow. Judging by the earlier conversation he'd overheard on the network didn't think Spock and Bones liked each other very much. Given how his Vulcanbro sassed away like no tomorrow.]

All that and a lot more. [Almost airily, just to see McCoy's reaction-] I think Spock nearly fainted when I named specifics.

[But that's neither here nor there. Kyle reaches an emptier desk and clears what's on it. It's in an excellent position: facing the door and much of the room, so its owner can see almost everything that goes on, and definitely everyone who enters.]

You can use this while you're here.

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Good. Stubborness. McCoy's favorite.

he's a magnet for it

Clearly :|

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pff our Spock/McCoy icons

I KNOW RIGHT also i'm making a log and u can't stop me

oh gawd plz do HNNNGH!!!