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Leonard "Bones" McCoy

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[beigeacademia]

Jim Kirk's Blue Court Maker is mad about the potential betting pool. He says “This is Jim's future we're talking about. It's not a joke, or a battle, or something to place bets on. I don't want to hear about people going around behind his back and treating him like some kind of sideshow.”

[Elias Argent really has no spine. Or a stake in this fight, would be his words, so if Bones insists they should still do it anyway he's also not going to object either.]

[galacticmalpractice]

[ It does not help that Leonard McCoy is perhaps attempting to get into said Blue Court Maker's pants. It really does not. ]

Yeah, I saw it. He's madder than a damn haberdashery. I might have to run some interference, see if I can get Jim in on this. Kid loves attention, if we get him on board, give him a cut of the winnings, we might still be set.

[beigeacademia]

Oh no. This is going to make his ego bigger than the castle itself.

But I think it would work, so I hope to receive good news from you soon.

> action (after drinking)

[juiceofthevine]

[ Okay he made a real fool of himself with Bones. In another life, he would've wandered over with a basket of fruit but now that they're vampires that won't do, so he shows up in Bones's office (waiting until it's not too crazy hectic for him) with a small box with a bow on it, which he sets down on his desk. ]

I'm sure you're plenty busy, Doc, I just wanted to drop this off.

[galacticmalpractice]

[ Bones is busy... though truthfully, he's had to actually take some days off, thanks to the whole curse thing, and the fact that Karma very plainly told him to take it easy or else because he needed to rest, and she'd pretty much gut him if he didn't stick to it.

So it's his first day back and he's trying to get organized with anything he missed. Which is maybe why he has a little more time for Edgin this evening. ]

Huh? Oh, uh. Thanks.

[ He hasn't seen Edgin since his bender, but he wouldn't call him out on it. They had their moment. Edgin was naked. It was alright. Bones would do it again. Sad dads have to look out for each other. It's only when he looks back down that he actually gives the box a closer look.

Fuck, it's a cute box and everything. ]

You got me a present? You know you didn't have to do that, right?

[juiceofthevine]

It's just a thank you. Or an olive branch, if you were going to be mad. You don't seem that mad though.

[ which is a huge relief, honestly. ]

I'd get you a fruit basket, but everything would just rot on your desk and bring bugs and that would be no good. That might be more useful.

After talking to Edgin

[karmichealing]

He's really just that nice. Though I did threaten him a little.

[galacticmalpractice]

You threatened him??? Karma!!!
What did you say??

I told you, he's like if I wasn't a total asshole.

[karmichealing]

It was just a simple death threat is all, nothing unusual. He's the one that took it there first.

[Karma... Karma, he said he wouldn't hurt Leonard, that's not an invitation to threaten him.]

He really is. He was even playing sad music on the lute.

cw: Gore - Just to help to ICly establish things, Timey Wimeyness is a go!

[recklessenough]

Sometime after Lockwood spoke with Pucci, McCoy gets a gift in the castle clinic.

As a rule, when he was at Castle Courtsheart, Lockwood focused on gathering the good gossip, teaching novices, flirting with his friends and basically just being a happy, go lucky personality. The castle, in his opinion, was one of the seats of the Council and as such it was not his place to throw any political weight around. At least nothing beyond schooling novices in vampire hierarchy.

But what had happened to Pucci flipped a couple of Lockwood's more reactive triggers, and as two of the vampires in question happened to be within reach? Well, it had been a couple of decades since Lockwood had last reminded anyone that he bled gold.

He didn't have access to a Dread Blade, and even if he had this wasn't about killing. No one learns anything if you kill them. Just wanted to deliver a teensy, tiny reminder not to get above one's self. That, though some humans might worship vampires as gods that only meant there was a duty of care.

It wasn't Lockwood's fault that the Basement inspired ... creativity. Besides, Bones was always fussing about how he wanted a challenge!

Lockwood did just enough healing on site to ensure that what he delivered to the clinic would survive. What he delivered to the clinic would most charitably be called a bag of parts. Eight dissected limbs, twenty finger like products, twenty toes, and two torsos with the heads still attached.

Bones would probably need to start with reversing the skin, that had been flayed off muscle and then turned inside out, so he had an idea of which body parts belonged to whom. It was going to be rather unpleasant, as the sticky blood (pick your court color) on the inside of the skinned flesh, meant that the torsos were stuck together when they'd been smushed into the bag.

Oops, damn was that an eyeball that just went rolling under a cabinet? Slippery little buggers, eyeballs, oh and sorry about the ropes of intestine, Lockwood had needed something to tie up hands ... before he cut them off. Speaking of cutting; he's sure he picked up both tongues, at least one set of testicles and there's a penis around here somewhere.

Well, anyway. Enjoy your jigsaw McCoy! Don't say Lockwood never gets you the most delightful gifts.

[galacticmalpractice]

Any squeamishness Bones may have had was something he lost in his human days. Vampires made for nasty, mangled bodies, and even if they never survived, people still brought them to him. Still as corpses, barely breathing—those were the worst. All Leonard could do for them was grant them a swift end to their suffering, at best provide their loved ones with the comfort that they'd done their best. That he'd done everything he could.

It's very different with vampires, and it's very different when the bodies are very clearly, very purposely, carved and broken in just enough ways that they'll recover—and recover painfully. These are indeed a puzzle, a mess of limbs and flesh and teeth that really push the limits of Bones' knowledge of anatomy.

It's fucking awesome, in other words. The kind of shit that would have made his stomach turn once upon a time, now it's the kind of unspeakable horror that he can't get enough of as a vampire. It makes his blood sing, to piece the mystery together, to get things back in place in the right way, maybe even the best way—blood and flesh for vampires always heals in such interesting ways...

In other words, this'll keep him busy for a good week or two. Thanks, Lockwood! You're the best.

After memory regain

[prizedstallion]

Do you have some free time, because I dreamed about you.

[galacticmalpractice]

Read that back to yourself and think about how fucking weird you sound.

But yeah, I've got time. Am I psychoanalyzing your dreams now?

[ Says the guy who has also had weird dreams about space ]

> Action

[prizedstallion]

What can I say, you were in my dreams all night long. Facts are facts.

Maybe. And good because I'm at your door.

[There's a knock.]

Action;

[juiceofthevine]

[ hey guess who is here barging in on Bones's shift at the nurse's office. it's fine there's no one here anyway the nightmare curse is over.

I mean Edgin does not look emotionally well but he's fine otherwise. ]

You don't mind if I hang out with you, do you, Doc?

[galacticmalpractice]

[ Well, Bones sure knows that look and he doesn't have to glance at his calendar to know what day it is. It's the end of the month, usually that means his shift is just boring paperwork, especially when things like curses are out of the way (and the pollen hasn't caused any broken bones yet, so knock on wood.)

It's not hard to guess why Edgin is here, and honestly? Bones is flattered. If this is what he thinks this is about, then Edgin could've done a lot worse than seeking out a friend. Boyfriend? They haven't quite put labels on things yet, but that won't stop Bones from being there for him. ]

Sure, Ed. Of course not.

[ Bones cocks his head back, for Edgin to follow. His voice is level—friendly, even. It's a skill you pick up as a doctor, ignoring pain until it's safe to break. ]

I could use a break from archiving shit, mind if we take this to my office?

[juiceofthevine]

That works. Lead on.

[ There's definitely way worse places he could end up right now, but he's trying to make better choices. Not just for himself but for the people his choices affect, because that's a thing now. It's not new for him, but it's been a long time since that was true. ]

Message

[prizedstallion]

[He decides to not say anything more than a call back to the memory that he just had.

"I may throw up on ya"]

You know, I think these things are pretty safe.

[galacticmalpractice]

[ It takes Bones a minute to connect the dots, but he connects them. ]

You asshole, now you remember?!

[ He's happy, his brand of angry affectionate just doesn't translate over text. ]

[wonderland_vogue]

Thought you should know that you were, in fact, correct about me wanting to curse your name and every single iota of a thing about you. Obviously that's over now and all in the past but, ugh, the concentrations were perhaps a little more potent than I was expecting.

Not that it evidently mattered about trying to shove everything under a rug and keep that private given someone's need to be nosy, but I at least wanted to let you know and to... thank you, I suppose? It was rather nice to just be able to get all of that dumped out safely enough. [That last part is scratched out but not done in a way that makes it remotely illegible.]

[galacticmalpractice]

Well if it ain't my lucky day, I get to say my four favorite words:

I told you so.

But I'm glad to hear you got it done with and didn't hurt yourself, I guess. And you didn't message me or try to find me when you were whammied, so I'll take that as a win.

You're welcome.

at the infirmary

[subigito]

[ Astarion enters the infirmary like he has a legitimate question, but when he gets there only Bones is working. Maybe he shouldn't have been such a dick to him on Lockwood's post. In fact, you can almost see him calculating this out in his head, and he hovers in the doorway, almost as if waiting for an invitation, deciding whether he wants to just give up. ]

You're, ah, not busy, are you, Dr. McCoy?

[galacticmalpractice]

[ It's late enough in the month that the flower cases aren't as bad as they could be, though it does mean that most of the people in the infirmary are, well, people. Thralls, in other words. Most of them are in for things like allergies though. Or headaches. Or the occasional overzealous meal, but those are so common that it's really not so bad in the long run.

No one's in critical condition, in other words. Bones has his charts and he's wandering from bed to bed, taking down notes, when he notices Astarion just... standing there. He shoots him a look, his eyebrow halfway up his hairline as he stares Astarion down. ]

What's it look like?

[ His tone makes it very clear that he doesn't particularly want to help Astarion if he needs it, but this is Bones in his environment. He is especially bitchy when he's interrupted -- not that Astarion is even interrupting right now.

And yet, if Astarion really did need help, he would give it. He's a professional, despite it all. ]

This ain't a show. You need treatment, or did you come here for somethin' else?

Journal

[serpendipity]

[ It's not immediately after Karma disappeared that the messages are sent, but the timing could easily suggest that Eden was desperately trying to reach them before trying anything else. Especially with the water blotch. ]

Please say their not gone. That I'm just feeling something else. It wasn't the same as when Karma's horns grew in.

You're still here, right?

[galacticmalpractice]

[ Bones had felt it too. It was impossible not to—the void in his soul where comfort had been. Constance. He'd coughed up flowers for less, and now this...

But Eden is still a novice, that's gotta be worse. He's still an adult here. He has to take charge. ]

I'm here, kid.

They're... they're gone.