day 153; open; audio

[drunqualified]

Well ain't this just peachy. [Cue one grumpy, southern accent. With the addition of a long suffering sigh.]

I don't suppose anyone happened to catch the name of that bus? No? I didn't think so.

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[toldinthebook]

Got the name of something else instead. You might want to grab a chair for a bit, it could be a while.

[drunqualified]

Yeah, that sounds like a familiar rodeo. Same song, different channel. Well, hell.

[toldinthebook]

At least you know what you're in for, even if that's not reassuring. What's your name?

[drunqualified]

Leonard McCoy. Doctor Leonard McCoy if that will make much of a difference here.

[toldinthebook]

It could come in handy. Where did you doctor?

[notaghost]

A bus came through here?

[drunqualified]

Just using an antiquated expression. I don't know how exactly I wound up here.

[notaghost]

From what I've heard everyone sounds a bit confused on that. The only people that know are the ones that never say anything.

[drunqualified]

Cryptic. Lovely. I don't suppose telling them I ain't got the time for this nonsense will make much of a difference?

[notaghost]

Already tried that one. Think everyone does when they get here.

[thatoldthatkind]

Not sure that it was a bus. It might have been a high speed moving truck. Or, maybe, one of those little yellow bugs you humans seems so fond of.

[drunqualified]

Were so fond of. Afraid it's all hover cars and automatic for the popular style these days.

[thatoldthatkind]

Really? And you think one hit you and dropped you off here?

[drunqualified]

Well it's one theory. [Bones snorts a little, half a laugh.]

I don't know what the hell dropped me off here, but I wouldn't mind finding out.

[thatoldthatkind]

We've got plenty of theories. No harm in adding more to the pile.

[ The Doctor looks around then scratches his chin. ] Sorry, the best idea is that we're pulled here. From some sort of dimension loving machine. Not sure there is an option to "drop back off."

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue can relate. She switches on her phone's audio line, her accent reminiscent of English. Though that's not what it's called, where she's from.]

Darling, if there was a bus, it got its tires shot out long ago. Or it should have, I suppose. [That last part doesn't sound convincing. She likes it here, mostly. Less problematic than home.] Did you arrive in one piece?

[drunqualified]

For the most part, I'll say yes. Nothing but the beginnings of a world class headache in the making, but there's nothing unusual about that bit.

[blackmagus]

Then you're doing better than most people around here. [Gaping wounds are sadly common, it seems. She's not even going to bring up the condition the Center had seen fit to bring her in, this last time.] Do you get chronic headaches? I'm afraid most of the medication around here is unmarked and, thus, suspect.

[drunqualified]

As a matter of fact, I live with chronic headaches, but they go by the names of the people on my ship.

[blackmagus]

[She laughs quietly.]

It looks like you're in luck, then. They're probably not here, unless you're from one of the places this Center loves to pull from.

[Like the universe with all the angels and demons.]

[notrosesshadow]

I think we'd all like to know how we arrived. And I was here before we were in this place. Do you need medical attention?

[drunqualified]

No, I am medical attention, but thank you for asking. Leonard McCoy here.

[notrosesshadow]

You know, I've been the only doctor here for ages and now they finally send in more.

I'm Martha Jones. Good to meet you.

[drunqualified]

High workload? [A pause.]

Is that why I was brought here?

[notrosesshadow]

I doubt it. The fact that you're a doctor seems to be coincidental. I'm not sure why we've been brought here.