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[the video clip clicks on to a sideways angle of Kirk's face. he's holding the communicator up, but it's less to show what's going on and more so that he can speak into it. he's crouched down, though, and you can almost see what's going on.

he's facing a figure and from the sharp cut of his black hair you can tell it's Spock next to him with his head bowed forward, collapsed and kneeling with both of his hands on the wall. Jim's eyes are wide with worry and tension, half bent forward with one hand on the other man's back.]

——are two. Anger... More than... more than...

Come on, Spock, stay with me buddy——

I need medical assistance to the ninth floor hallway of the passenger decks, and I need it now!

[Jim's voice is authoritative and clipped, leaving no room for argument and making it clear this is a crisis situation. if he was going to say something else, he's completely derailed when Spock starts slumping to the left.]

Spock!

[Kirk drops his communicator next to his knee and scrambles forward, grabbing at the Vulcan's broad shoulders and moving so that he ends up half sprawled with his head in Jim's lap.]

Bones, I need you!

[his voice is raised at the communicator he can no longer reach; it isn't panic, but it's definite distress. honestly, he doesn't care which doctor gets here first, as long as someone hustles their ass up here.]

[ooc: Kirk & Spock c: anyone from the Enterprise can assume they knew that Spock was going to mind meld with the ship but nobody else will have known! also this is open to action.]

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[He nods, and reaches forward to hit the button before they can talk themselves out of it. If they were on their own ship, he'd be heading to the bridge, to take command while the captain's busy and the commander's out of commission, and... It's throwing him off a bit, that he can't do that here. It's easy to focus on what needs to be done when there's a clear-cut objective, but this...

Making sure that the medbay is ready to receive Spock is the best idea. It'll keep them out of the way, make sure Spock gets to Medical as quickly as possible. That's the most important thing right now.]

He'll be alright. [Even if he's not entirely sure of it, he sounds like he is.] You just wait an' see, he'll be right as rain an' givin' us that eyebrow for runnin' around gettin' all worried about him.

Okay.

[ she steps back when he presses the button, licks the corner of her mouth. hands fold, unfold. she's fidgeting. nyota uhura is... fidgeting. ]

Okay.

[ and now she's just going to step back until she can lean against the wall of the lift, eyes up on the little lights that blink every time they pass a different floor. it's not that she ignored Mr. Scott, it's quite the opposite. this is how she deals, maybe, just stays quiet and internally convinces herself to move from emotional to logical, to let the shift happen gradually instead of forcing herself to put on a brave face right away.

eventually, she smiles, a little, lets her gaze drop to her crewmate again. ]

You're right. Of course you're right. Besides, the captain is going to be going out of his mind over it. We'll have to- [ "-look out for him" was she really going to just say that about Jim Kirk? hu'tegh. ] - have to make sure he doesn't try anything stupid. [ there, good. that sounded better. ]

He does tend t'be a bit brash, aye. [His tone is mild, if a shade disapproving. It's not that he doesn't like Kirk; he does, it's just... He's used to a different brand of captain. It's difficult, sometimes, being so much older than other members of the crew. Not that he'll hear a word against the Enterprise crew, any of them, but the fact remains that most of them are, for the most part, still a bit wet behind the ears. Kirk included.

He gives Uhura a bit of a wink, a conspiratorial grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.]

Practically in the job description, keepin' the captain from doin' anything stupid. [And this? This is how he copes. He jokes, makes light of things, keeps himself from focusing on all the ways things could go run and focuses instead on how to hold everything together, how to fix things, keep things running smoothly.]

[ 'brash' pulls a quiet huff from her, which might have been a laugh but she won't be clarifying. if Mr. Scott is willing to indulge her habit of poking at the captain and his flaws that ( most of the time ) really weren't flaws at all, as a means of keeping herself levelheaded, well. she's not about to deter him. she'll even let herself derail the conversation for a second. ]

You know, that's one of the things I was thinking about, back home. Once we were all assigned to the Enterprise, who in the world would be assigned as his Yeoman? I know a few of the graduates from the program that might be up for the challenge, but they would have to find someone remarkably tolerant. And then I picture it being this very serious, nanny-like figure. In her late fifties, with years of experience under her belt. [ looking at the floor now as she smiles, because these are just the random things she daydreams about okay it's amusing don't you judge her ] She would have to team up with Commander Spock in making sure Kirk doesn't get himself beat up too bad from all those impulse decisions he makes. But then, after some time, she would end up fussing that way over the whole crew; making sure we eat right and sleep well. Which is why... I'm actually really glad the captain doesn't have a yeoman here yet.

[That gets a quiet chuckle from him, even if he is still worried about the commander. Of course, Uhura could be right, and they could be worrying about nothing, because Vulcans are... Well. They're Vulcans. Scotty doesn't really know much about them beyond the basics: logical, pointy, a bit too inclined toward thinking too much with their heads and not nearly enough with their hearts. (Probably because one cannot think with a muscle designed for circulating blood. Add 'bad at metaphor' to the list of Vulcan traits.)]

I don't mind a bit o' bein' looked after. Provided it's in small doses, mind. [And provided it doesn't interfere with Getting Things Done. In his career he's had his fair share of being fussed at for working too much - as if there's any such thing.] So long as she doesn't look like my mam, so I don't feel guilty for tellin' her t'find someone else t'fuss over.

[ her hand moves to cover her face as she laughs, it's just a quick sound because okay she's mostly laughing at the idea of Starfleet hiring their own mothers to be their personal Yeomans on board. the crew already got enough remarks about how young they were, before they left on their mission, and that just fits the joke perfectly. but, maybe now isn't the time to get too distracted by jokes, maybe- hm. it's better than being wildly upset, she knows. actually, she knows better than to let any one emotion take over, distract her from the reality of things, but right now it's better to laugh and think about things that don't matter instead of getting more frustrated while they're stuck on the lift. did any of that even make sense? she can't decide what she's supposed to feel. it's all too soon, too sudden and-

finally, the lift stops at the medbay, and she sucks in a deep breath when the doors open, allowing them to step out. ]

Now we just need to hope that some of the medical staff stayed behind...

[Scotty, at least, has felt a bit... Well. Left out isn't really the way to describe it, but it's bloody odd sometimes, when he really thinks about how much older he is than most of the rest of the crew. He was earning his stripes long before most of them even entered the Academy.]

If no'... Bound t'be a doctor or two in the crew, aye? Someone we can call, maybe?

[He hopes so, anyway. He hasn't been here long enough to properly familiarize himself with the rest of the unfortunates who got pulled here.]

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