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[ McCoy does his best to look dignified despite the terrible and shameful embarrassment he feels inside having to publicly announce this ridiculous emergency. It doesn't help matters that his desk is covered in soft, cute little creatures that are softly trilling all around. ]

This is Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Enterprise. [ Yes, he's emphasizing that just so people take his warnings seriously as a highly-esteemed medical professional! And his affiliation with Jim can't hurt. Or can it? Oh God how many people actually like James T. Kirk? Shit Shiiit! ]

As some of you may have noticed, there's been a... contaminate leak in the Fire Sector. A foreign body escaped its... confines [ Fridge ] and has started multiplyin' at an excessive rate. [ And by excessive, he means the world is literally exploding with furballs. ] For those of you not in the Sector, they look like this [ He dutifully points to the puffballs on his desk. ]

Don't be alarmed! They're extremely docile, but in an unfamiliar and stressful environment, they begin to breed rapidly. Our Science Officer has calculated that they breed about every twelve hours [ 11.784 hours, but like hell McCoy is giving Spock the satisfaction of accurate fractions! ], producing anywhere from 8 to 12 at a time. Anyone with any kinda math skill can see that's a huge damn problem!

The best way to keep those furbags from eatin' you outta house and home and food is puttin' 'em on ice. It won't kill 'em, but it'll stop reproduction and slow down their life cycle.

If you have any questions, contact me or any StarFleet officer nearest you [ McCoy, Spock, or Jim will be more than happy to be assaulted by your questions. ]

McCoy out.


((ooc: For more information on the event, character plots, questions, or concerns, check out the OOC coordination post here ))
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[Encrypted to StarFleet Bros; 20%]

[ Oh, look! It's Jim's apartment in the bright and early morning of this most beautiful day. But what the hell happened to Jim's face? It's all grouchy-looking with brown hair and hazel eyes and--

Oh, wait! That's Leonard McCoy staring daggers into Jim's personal console. He's panting like he's just run a marathon in under five minutes, which he certainly may have judging from the furious purple color his face is turning. ]


Jim! Jim! We have a serious problem on our hands, and yer--Where in the hell are you, anyway?

Goddamnit...

March yer ass back to yer apartment right now! I should have put a bell on you when I had the chance... [ This is what you do to him, Jim! You drive him to drink at seven in the morning! ]

Spock, if yer readin' this, see if you can get into contact with our Captain! It's important!

McCoy out!


((ooc: Feel free to hack McCoy's puny encryption o/ He'll be unhappy, but I'll love it /chinhands ))
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[ 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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