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!

Comments

[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."