Old muse back from the dead, looking to App at Abax

[spacedrmccoy]

Well hasn't it been a while, Miss Mun? And to think, I was enjoyin' my vacation.
While it'd be good to see someone else other than the deity gone mad in your head, Dean for starters I really am not lookin' forward to going to this Abax. After the Underworld I woulda though you'd have enough of puttin' me in dark enclosed spaces... And all without my supplies to boot.

The least you can do is review the series. If you're gonna play me, missy, you'd better do it right.

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[captaincocksure]

No kidding.

You all right?

[bornsnarky]

[snorts]

[a flash of a genuine grin]

Yeah, I'll live. I just hope no one's out to kill him.

How're you?

[captaincocksure]

I wouldn't worry about it. Having someone out to kill you in general is kind of an occupational hazard in Starfleet. Having someone out to kill you specifically--they're more likely after me than you, I seem to inspire that in people.

I'm not bad. Busy day but things have been quiet for once.

[bornsnarky]

Can't imagine why.

Busy day? Why, who've you been pissing off this time?

[captaincocksure]

Actually, no one today.

[Will miracles never cease?]

I've been busy catching up on all the other stuff that I don't get to when I'm pissing people off.

[bornsnarky]

[you are too damn charming, it's annoying]

Glad to hear it. You in one of these game things?

[captaincocksure]

[It's a congenital condition. Hopeless, really; doctors have despaired of a cure.]

Yeah, I am. I've been at this place that calls itself the Marketplace of Spirits for about a year now. It's not bad if you don't mind political intrigue, occasional monster outbreaks, and the sky breaking open once in a while and screwing with reality.

Oh, and not being able to leave.

What about you?

[bornsnarky]

[your life is so hard]

[inhales, staring at you] I was with you up till the sky breaking open part.

I'm at summer camp. [said with the tones of one not terribly fond of forced vacations] Though it's not a standard camp. So far there's been involuntary kissing, a tentacle monster in the lake, variable gravity, and people touching my ass.

I can't leave, either.

Jim... are you all right there? Who else is there from the Enterprise?

[captaincocksure]

Well, to be fair, the sky-busting-open thing only happened once.

A summer camp? Sounds... almost wholesome. Wait, it's not one of those horror-movie summer camps where there's some maniac running around in the dark, is it?

[He sighs.]

There's no one else from the Enterprise. Not anymore. You used to be there--not you you, obviously, but another one. But he's not there anymore. It's Starfleet Outpost Me.

[bornsnarky]

Only once? Well, in that case, it's just fine.

[grumbling at you but no doubt you can read the concern]

[repressing a shudder] There's been some stuff like that, too. It's not all fun and games and people touching my ass.

Shit. I've got another you at Camp. Least I have company.

[captaincocksure]

Just the once. So far.

I'm sorry. But at least you've got another me for company? That always helps.

[bornsnarky]

You'd better be careful.

[snorts] I'm far more worried about you than I am about me. Dammit, Jim...

[captaincocksure]

[Bones. ]

I'll be fine, Bones. I always am, right?

[bornsnarky]

[grumble]

[arms folded] Yeah, except for the times you get beaten up and shot at.

[captaincocksure]

Don't forget fights with crazed vampires, monsters from the sky, and crazy dreams, because I've survived all those, too, where I am.

[Sir, you are not helping your case.]</small]

[bornsnarky]

[...]

[SCOWLING, grabbing your chin in a hand so I can peer in your eyes to assess just how shocky and messed up you are]

Hold still.

[captaincocksure]

For what? Bones, I'm fine.

[bornsnarky]

[grimly] Anything. Who knows what kinds of untreated issues you have, stuck there without proper medical care?

[captaincocksure]

Bones. Seriously. I'm fine. I've managed this long.