[video] yet another pretend-this-is-several-hours-post-jump post

[reversedpolarity]

[Hello, ship. Have a Scotsman. A Scotsman who is no longer covered in goo, has had plenty of time getting more familiar than he'd like with the ship's towels, and is feeling marginally better for having had a shower and getting dressed.

Anyone with an ounce of common sense would be wary of using an unknown communications device to contact an unknown group of people who may or may not be responsible for the waking-up-in-goo fiasco, but Scotty's never exactly been known for his common sense.]

I don't suppose anyone'd be interested in tellin' me what's goin' on. [Do you see this angry pout? Do you?] An' if you're no' interested in tellin' me what's goin' on, would you mind directin' me t'the nearest source of a good stiff drink? [Because demanding alcohol from your captors is sure to work, Scotty.]

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[amethysts]

Got abducted by aliens, buddy. Fucked up, I know.

I'm building a still, I don't trust the fucking liquor here. But the hard stuff is in the kitchen.

[A beat.]

My still will be so much better.

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[Note to self: Find the kitchen.]

An' these aliens can't be bothered t'at least explain themselves? Usually how it goes. [He's had a long Starfleet career. Getting abducted is sort of par for the course.

Though there's something more important to ask about, and after a brief pause...] What're you plannin' on brewin'?

[amethysts]

[The kitchen is great and Libby is just a paranoid weirdo.]

Nope. Aliens have their mouths shut, put in supposedly human guards who pretend to be the captain and head engineer, and vacated the premises. Maybe.

[WHY ARE YOU SO CASUAL ABOUT THIS LIBBY.]

Little bit like vodka. You know, clear and tasteless.

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[chromosomes]

[ Here, have McCoy's face twin and his pet assault rifle. ]

Stuck in space. No one knows how or why. If you find the alcohol, let me know.

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Doc-- [No, wait. Not McCoy. Looks a hell of a lot like him, though.] Ah. Sorry, thought you were someone else... [The accent's all wrong. And he was so hopeful for a moment, too. He shifts a moment, before continuing.] Aye, well. Stuck in space I don't mind.

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[chromosomes]

[ There's even an eyebrow raise. ] Okay then. [ Anyway... ] Speak for yourself.

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[righteoushog]

[ THIS ACCENT, IT CALLS TO HIM. WARMS HIS HEART. even if he, for some reason, has a perfectly american accent as a scottish gargoyle, thanks cartoon logic. ]

I can't really help with the drink, but... is there anything you're still curious about? I might be able to help there.

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[It's okay, Brooklyn, the original Scotty didn't have a Scottish accent. Granted, he didn't have a regular American accent either, but there you have it.]

More information about the ship would be nice.

[righteoushog]

Uh, well... [ wow what does he actually know, NOT MUCH. kinda jumped the gun on offering information. ] ...It's a starship, and we've got aliens around?

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[anthropos]

What precisely do you wish to know, Mr. Scott?

[ And maybe he'll find you something 'green'. ]

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[Something 'green' would be fantastic.

Also. That peculiar cadence... Vulcan? No, those ears aren't pointed. Odd.]

How I wound up here would be a good place t'start.

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[the_vishual]

Sir?

[ She clears her throat, composing herself, and then begins. ]

I'm under the impression that by now few more of the ship's passengers have shared their knowledge with you regarding the Tranquility and our unique situation.

However, should you need further assistance, feel free to contact Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock, or myself.

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[That? That gets his attention. He sits up a little straighter, a mix of disbelief and relief in his expression.]

Where are they? The captain an' Mister Spock, where are they?

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[kingofbabylon]

Lucky you, I just opened up a bar. Well, sort of. Still in the works, but alcohol is there if you want it.

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It'd be appreciated. Any chance o' directions?

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[pizzalord]

If you find that source of drink, I'd like to know too.

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Kitchen's apparently a good place t'start. Still haven't managed t'get directions.

[leaps]

[ OH MY GAWD ]

Hey, Scotty. I haven't found any alcohol, but I know where the engine room is around here.

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So do I. [Is that really surprising.] Got directions. Well. Schematics. [Wait. Wait. Hold on a second. No, Scotty, that's not the most important thing right now.] Ah. You're here too, then? [On the one hand, how relieved is he to have a familiar face around? On the other.... How fucked is the Enterprise without her crew right now.]

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[bottlearum]

[There is never anything wrong with demanding alcohol.]

There be liquor in the kitchens, mate.

[And he's got his own bottle of rum to prove it.]

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[........oh my god pirate how awesome are pirates oh god.

But seriously, rum?]

So I've heard. Any chance o' findin' out where the kitchens are, exactly?

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[firstofficer]

Your timing remains impeccable, Commander Scott.

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Mister Spock. [Just as with Kirk and Sulu, Scotty can't decide if he's happy or worried to see you, Commander.] I'm no' sure I like the sound o' that.

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[sharp]

[ Have another Scot, Scotty. Because there can never be too many.

She's wearing a slight smile because for the first time since she's got here, hearing the familiar accent is kind of soothing. In a weird, home-y way. ]

Actually, I was thinking about where to find a proper drink myself.

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[Have a smile right back, because he really doesn't get to hear a lot in the way of familiar accents, even on his own ship.]

I've made some progress in findin' out where the kitchens are. Though I'm told there might be weird alien things in the booze. [He sounds remarkably unconcerned about this.]