[Massive Beach Party Thread!] -- [Everyone]

[kirktastic]

Communication to All

Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!


[OOC: This thread can run as long as we need it too, far past the 'end' of Risa Saturday night. Feel free to post anywhere, there's no order, who gives a damn about how the thread looks, just HAVE FUN!]

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Re: [[ Outside ]]

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones looked around, wondering if Mr Spock were here - maybe he could help, but the older Vulcan had walked off with George earlier and he hadn't seen him in a while.

He ran his tricorder over the Vulcan's body, face frowning before he remembered that the readings would be different. Hey, look at me, he said, sitting the man up against the rail. "What's wrong? Are you injured?"

Re: [[ Outside ]]

[s0val.livejournal.com]

"Yes...I don't know when I came here...I woke up by a beach...My time-sense was off...several hours, days... I cannot remember. I cannot tell you ...how I was injured, I do not know...it affected my nervous system...released my emotions, over..loaded..."

{{ Unbeknownst to self, was unconscious for several hours following arrival to planet Risa for nervous system to attempt to re-establish itself. Emotive controls fried, healing trance disabled, control of pain disabled }}

[[ Grabs on to the man's arm and looks at with desperation in eyes ]]

"Where...are the Syrranites?"

{{ Does not realise that this is probable gibberish, unaware of huge changes in Vulcan history including the reintroduction of mind-melding. Misunderstanding that would be able to contact any Vulcan aside from a rogue underground group that probably were all dead and gone anyway. Confusion evident and pale from blood loss. Ignoring condition possibly grave mistake, only reason that is not dead is because of mostly unsuccessful attempts at bio-control and Vulcan anatomy withstanding }}

"Where!"

[[ Hand digs painfully at man's arm ]]

Re: [[ Outside ]]

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Fuck it, another Vulcan... at least it didn't look like pon farr, he thought to himself as he tried to extricate himself from the man's grip.

Emotional overload? McCoy began thinking, as best he could. Everyone was off ship, no sense beaming him back up to sickbay if no one there. The local hospital, he had no idea how equipped it was to deal in these emergencies.

Still, it was his best bet. "Hey, one of you, can you go get me a waitress or bartender or something?" he called out to one of the guys in navigation.

Re: [[ Outside ]]

[s0val.livejournal.com]

{{ Blinks slowly and watches as a bartender heads up toward both of them after having been summoned, looking concerned for both the drunk doctor and self }}

[[ Eyebrows narrow in confusion as the woman speaks, asking the doctor what he requires ]]

[[ Looks up at both of them and mumbles out a response ]]

"Sorry to have...inconvenienced you..."

{{ A Vulcan making illogical apologies was indeed strange, but mostly so was this entire circumstance and perhaps would be overlooked. Bartender shakes head as though to dissuade self of the merit of apology and hands Dr. McCoy a portable communicator, telling him to phone the Risian Emergency Medical Task Force }}

Re: [[ Outside ]]

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

McCoy contacted the Risian medical team, assured they'd be here at the bar within moments. Bones sat next to the Ambassador. "They're on their way, sir," he told him, and they've got the appropriate equipment to help you."

He looked up, wondering what was taking the medical team so long to arrive. "Do you know what has happened to you? What sort of problem you are experiencing? You mentioned emotions." Bones frowned, knowing that had to be a uniquely Vulcan condition.

Re: [[ Outside ]]

[s0val.livejournal.com]

[[ Nods ]]

"Didn't believe me...thought if he made me emotional...I would tell him the truth...I was telling the truth..."

{{ Loses consciousness as medics arrive and lift self up on to stretcher }}

++ [[ Medic turns to Bones and speaks quietly ]] "Do you know what has happened to him? His nervous system is entirely rewired and tangled, it is a wonder how he's survived this long. Internal bleeding, lacerations..." [[ Man frowns slightly ]] "Where did you find him? Did he tell you anything useful?" ++

Re: [[ Outside ]]

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Something about his nervous system," Bones told them, recalling the Vulcan't words. "Emotional overload," he added, noting with satisfaction the look on the medic's face - at least he knew that much about Vulcan physiology.

McCoy gave the medics his comm information and the information for the Enterprise sickbay. "We'll be leaving in the next day or so," he told them. "Once he's stabilized, please let me know."