the sky's so clear and the sun's so bright. how can anything go wrong on a day like this?

[aviophobia]

Who: doctornota and YOU!
What: A week in the life of the good doctor.
Where: All around town: Hellsing, Main Street Park, the streets of Baedal, various bars.
When: All week.
Notes: Just tag in under the appropriate comment!
Warnings: Bones' mouth, probably.

See the threads for openings!

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[truth_is_cold]

"High Guard of the All Systems Commonwealth. Earth has a major role in government where you're from, or is only where you're based?" There's a tone to the way he says, Earth, as if he's talking about a bizarre, exotic place. Far away from the rest of the Known Worlds.

He's still, but there are recent injuries that have healed cleanly. Older ones too, as he's a High Guard officer and never shied from conflict. The newer wounds are attacks. Someone tried to stab him, and someone got him with something in the shoulder. But because they did heal cleanly, they could lump in there with that collection of old war scars.

His boneblades are growing back from having been clipped. They're a little inflamed, but that's the worst that's wrong.

"I was the chief tactical officer aboard the Andromeda Ascendant."

[aviophobia]

"Fairly major," McCoy replies, filing away the information as he continues scanning over the readouts from his tricorder. "What's the Andromeda Ascendant?" He reaches for his medkit, still slung around his waist, and opens the case, pulling out a hypospray cartridge. "Naproxen," he explains, popping the cartridge into the hypospray. "Anti-inflammatory."

[truth_is_cold]

"Glorious Heritage Class Warship. She has a warship's personality for an AI, too, but it made her an exemplary ship to serve aboard." He watches the hypospray. "By nanobots?" Which are what they use for treatments aboard Commonwealth ships. But he's never seen anything like the hypospray. They still use needles.

[aviophobia]

"Nope, not nanobots. Just naproxen." He checks that the cartridge is loaded properly into the hypospray, holding it up against the light, then holds it to Rhade's neck and fires it in. "Your ship has a personality?"

[truth_is_cold]

"All High Guard ships do... Do Starfleet vessels not?"

He flinches slightly at the noise of the hypospray, because he's never experienced that before, and then gives it a curious look in McCoy's hands.

[aviophobia]

"No, they don't. Well. Unless you listen to our chief engineer, but you shouldn't, because he's crazy." Noting Rhade's curious look, he holds out the hypospray. "Pressurized air. Damned handy."