welcome, new visitors

[modconcierge]

There isn't much fanfare for the new crop of visitors who have come in this month, but what they encounter is quite wondrous. Is it a cruise ship? Is it a hotel? Is it a tiny planet? No one can give them a straight answer, but all are encouraged to take part in the buffet, where visitors may find an assortment of foods both familiar and unfamiliar to them. There is an open mic night happening in one of the lounges on site, featuring staff and visitor performances. Or there are a handful of shops to browse if you're amenable to trading.

Visitors will find that the Hotel Multiverse at the Edge of the Cosmos between Canons (its official name) is very much alive beyond the bustling crowd. In fact, it might just be listening to you and anticipating your needs.

As for the rest? Well, that's up to you. You may as well socialize, right?

Comments

[dontcallmebones]

Yeah, air. It pushes the meds past ya skin. No pain at all. An acourse I'm sure the meds're worth it. Fix ya right up. Well, within about five minutes, but it ain't like I'm goin anywhere. So, want it?

[brokeassgoing]

.....I guess, sure. Okay. [still confused, but Bones' confidence is working. who ever said his bedside manner was bad]

Long as it works and doesn't do anything weird.

[dontcallmebones]

Shouldn't. Nother reason I'm gonna sit right here an make sure ya fine.


[McCoy rubbed the end of the hypo so it wouldn't be cold, then leaned over the table and reached to place it against the base of Badou's throat. He gave the man a faint smile.]


Now. Just relax an in a few minutes ya gonna feel all better.

[brokeassgoing]

[at the feeling of something against his throat he flinches slightly, but stills and nods]

Alright. Don't blame me if I hurl though.

[dontcallmebones]

If ya feel that sick, speak up an I'll getcha somewhere less public at least. Deep breath.


[He didn't actually wait for the man to breathe before he pushed the plunger. There was a soft hiss and he tucked the hypo away again. McCoy stayed leaning towards Badou, however. He gently pushed some of the hair from the man's face. Pretty color.]


Feelin any better yet?

[brokeassgoing]

[Badou yelps a little, man, that stung! but it wasn't as bad as he'd figured it'd be.

after a moment of surprising silence, he hums, leaning back so he can peer at Bones]

Think so. Or at least that weird thing was enough to distract me. Doctors carry that shit around now? No needles?

[dontcallmebones]

Oh come on! That doesn't hurt! I done it ten thousand times an only one idiot ever complains and Jim don't count!


[McCoy slumped in his chair with a scowl.]


I do, yeah. Any capable Starfleet medical officer oughta have the sense ta keep one too. Never know when someone'll need a little help. Ungrateful or not.

[brokeassgoing]

You calling me an idiot, now? I take back what I said, doc! [but he's laughing a little, utterly bemused]

Thank you, thank you thank you Doctor McCoy. Glad to know if anyone gets too messed up, we've got you.

[dontcallmebones]

[McCoy continued to scowl at the man until he felt his point was made, then relaxed a little.]


I suppose it was inevitable another idiot'd be just as much a baby as Jim someplace in all the worlds. An I was kiddin about the thanks. I don't take carea people for adoration. Feelin better though, ain't ya?

[brokeassgoing]

Hey! I dunno who this Jim guy is, but I'm feeling sorry for him. [it's actually hilarious as hell.]

That proves you're at least a decent doctor-- secondly cause I do feel pretty good.

[dontcallmebones]

Jim Kirk. Ya probably gonna run inta him eventually. Man gets around like no one's business.


[He gave the man a wry smile.]


Good. Glad I could help. What's home like for ya Badou? How'd ya end up here?

[brokeassgoing]

Are we doomed, then, with your friend here? [genuinely curious, but hella amused]

Home is nothing like this-- just a shitty little city. I don't...actually remember how I got here. Trying not to freak out. How about you?

[dontcallmebones]

Doomed? Naw. Jim's got the devil's own luck. He just gets in a lotta fights when there's ladies or alcohol. Worse if there's both. Just stay back an watch the inevitable show.


[That he'd probably have to clean up and pay for, but that was old hat for him. He gave the guy a smile. It seemed like a bunch of people had gotten to the place in a way they didn't remember. Weird.]


Got some leave an I decided I oughta make usea it for once. Came here on a shuttle. Whatcha do back home Badou? For a job?

[brokeassgoing]

Invest in some popcorn if he shows up, stay out of the way, got it.

[good to know he's got nothing to worry about unless he's in the thick of it]

Some vacation, McCoy. I'm an info broker back home. It pays to know a buncha shit where I'm from.

[dontcallmebones]

Yeah, that sounds about right.


[Information broker? Did he mean a spy or a snitch? Either one was dangerous as hell, but McCoy guessed Badou was more a snitch. He didn't seem terribly . . . trained.]


Yeah? What kinda stuff do ya know?

[brokeassgoing]

What, you think I'd give that away free? Hell no, man.

[teasing, but also for real] Not much here, though. Gotta build up to that.

[dontcallmebones]

[McCoy chuckled and gave a slight shrug.]


Seemed worth a shot. What kinda information ya lookin for? I don't mind givin ya somethin for free.

[brokeassgoing]

Hey, you already gave me that cure for free. I don't want any charity or anything. But have you found anything out about this place?

[dontcallmebones]

Not charity, just being friendly. I like talkin ta people.


[Well, people he didn't live and almost die with constantly anyway. The grouchy bear persona wasn't necessary at the moment when he was well-fed and lubricated with some alcohol. He looked thoughtful, turning the question over in his mind.]


Whatcha mean? Like how the food is or what they offer for drinks, or do ya mean somethin less obvious?

[brokeassgoing]

Yeah, yeah, I getcha. [Badou doesn't mind being chatty either, having grown into a people person by now. it's at least amusing]

Like who's really in charge? That sort of thing.