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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!]

Re: [[ Outside ]]

Date: 2009-08-23 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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 ]]

Date: 2009-08-23 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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 ]]

Date: 2009-08-23 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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 ]]

Date: 2009-08-23 12:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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."

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