[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: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Yes, this McCoy was dangerously easy to talk to. Kind of made him wonder if his older self felt the same way; a kind of almost natural affection and easy-going chemistry. He supposed they must have at least been friendly. "Maybe; I dinna ken. No tellin' the future, aye?"

He shook off the introspection, then raised his eyebrows. "I'm doin' all th' talkin, there. Where are ye from?" McCoy sounded like an American, a certain easy and slow rhythm to his words. A warm accent. Scotty thought American south, but wasn't sure.

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Me? Atlanta, Georgia." Even just saying the name increased the Southern twang he usually bit down on. Mind you, he'd been so relaxed recently that it had been slipping anyhow, so...Hell, a little more wouldn't hurt. "Fine place, very fine indeed."

He still missed it sometimes, and if that made him a sentimental old fool, so be it. Anyone who thought so had clearly never been there, or they'd understand why it could be pined after.

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"I was somewhere down that way fer an exercise in Basic. Very... warm." He grinned a bit; he wasn't too good with hot climates, though he'd adapted pretty well to Risa after a couple days. "I liked yer fireflies, though."

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Harold was reasonably drunk when he left McCoy, wandering toward a voice he happily recognized.

He knew Scotty was safe, McCoy and reassured him, but he still wanted to make sure. He hoped he wasn't intruding, as Scotty had apparently struck up a conversation with-- huh. Deja Vu. Could be brothers.

"Scotty," he said, relieved. "You okay?"

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He gave Harold a bit of a smile back, and nodded. Admittedly, he'd probably have rather stayed under his pier, but it wasn't quite as bad as he expected. And his face did hurt less. "Aye, Harold. Are ye all right?"

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

"Drunk. Happy. Confused. Good. Thanks for asking, man." The words were a little slurred.

"Glad you're here, man. You guys need anything? Want a drink? I could get you some food?"

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Scotty shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I'll grab somethin' else t' eat before headin'... er... home, I guess."

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Harold nodded, once to Scotty and then to the stranger that looked familiar.

"Catch you later, okay? Gonna go see what I see. Come find me, if you want."

He turned on his heel, stumbling only slightly, and waved as he walked away.

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

McCoy smirked. "'Warm' is the nice way of putting it." That famous Georgian humidity was one thing he didn't miss. Still, at least it had put him in good standing for all of those desert/tropical planets they'd always insisted on visiting... "Guessing it's a bit of a change from your home climate, huh?" One extreme to the other, almost.

He chuckled slightly at the mention of the fireflies - they were enchanting little things, it was true. Joanna had loved them when she was younger.

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

After Harold's quick check-in, Scotty nodded back at McCoy. "Aye, a bit. Aberdeen's fairly o'ercast most o' th' time, an' it doesna actually get warm nor cold, so much. Well, th' North wind can get a wee bit icy sometimes, but mostly it's just wet and cool most o' th' time."

He held a hand up, still grinning, and looked at his fingertips. "We dinna have any fireflies in Scotland. They all crawl right t' the tops o' yer fingers t' fly away."

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

Even so, 'wet and cool' wasn't a climate McCoy was very used to - he imagined it would feel quite different to a person who wasn't accustomed to living there.

He smiled at the simple gesture, glancing absent-mindedly at his own hands. "They're pretty little critters, that's for sure. My daughter always wanted to catch one, but she never did manage it - always moved just out of her reach."

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He put his hands back down. "How old is she?"

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Now she's..." McCoy felt a strange sort of jolt when he realised he had to think about that. He tried to blame it on the whole timeline-confusion thing. It didn't work. "She's twenty-three - those fireflies were a long time ago now."


[[OOC - Oh my, it's 5am o_O I'd better go and sleep for a while, I think! Also, I have about four different sources all telling me different things about Joanna's age, so honestly, I don't actually have a clue xD]]

Re: Scotty, on the outside of the bar

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Wow, she was older than he was. But he just nodded, falling silent after McCoy's falter there. And the inevitable implications therein.




[[OOC: Sorry about that! Sleep well!]]