Scientific Progress goes 'Boink'

[smartass_captain]

There's a message stuck to a door, last door on the left of a certain apartment complex in a certain New York. It's replicated paper, definitely a different sort of feel to it than one would expect in 2013.

Paper isn't the preferred message delivery device in the 2250s. Replicated paper and replicated ink.

Clint

Head to my place when you get this. Bring Ver.

Bones knows you're coming, he'll get you where you need to go. Don't bring your bow, we're not leaving home.

See you soon hopefully,

Jim


((Feel free to post without me until you guys actually get through the door to the Enterprise. I'm stuck in training/meetings and won't have another solid break for 2.5/3 hours from now. Will post actively after that time.))

Comments

[aw_hawkguy]

Hint taken! Wow, the world is gonna end right after her birthday, that sucks. He is gonna have to do something really nice.

"I wouldn't. I promise."

[brave_heart_verity]

Yeah, there's not really a card for that at Hallmark.

"So no need for weapons or my preparing a good 'I told you so' speech."

[aw_hawkguy]

Hallmark-616 needs to get on that.

"I dunno, the way our luck goes, you might want that speech on stand-by," Clint half-jokes.

[brave_heart_verity]

They wouldn't have room what with the expanded sympathy section they rolled out: "I'm only sorry if he's really dead", "sorry he came back as his own evil clone", "sorry she was a LMD the whole time (but really that should have been obvious)", "sorry I ate your planet"...

"What makes you think I don't always have a couple ready for you?" She's totally serious. She's bossy and a planner, of course she's got a couple good generic "I told you so"s waiting.

"Ready to go?

[aw_hawkguy]

We need some of those cards in the real world.

Clint laughs. "What, you were a girl scout? Be prepared, an' all that? Yeah, I'm ready." Downing the last of his coffee, he gets the door.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Me, a girl scout? Hardly. But I know you."

Back to the Nexus?

[aw_hawkguy]

"Ha ha, ouch. Got me there." Back to the Nexus, and then to Jim's scary door.

[brave_heart_verity]

She's never been, so she's surprised when she sees it. It does put certain things into their proper perspective.

"Is... is that safe?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"It was last time?" he offers. "I'll go first, if you want."

[brave_heart_verity]

"You're the one they know," she points out. He's free to go first.

[smartass_captain]

Clint's done this whole song and dance before.

It will take him a couple tries to get it right--since it lacks a proper control switch the magic way to open the door is to slip his hand against the glass about a third of the way up the door from the floor.

Right about laying down on the floor reaching up level.

Don't think about that too hard. Really, don't. You are? Too late then. You can't un-know that little glimpse of trauma.

The good news? The door does finally open. As in, lets them onto the ship instead of just stuck in the radiation blast door area. Engineering is much the same as it was the last time Clint was here--full of jeffries tubes and the constant hum of the engines.

That little guy from before shows up in short order, pulling his goggles off to stare at him with large black eyes. That's not a window, Clint didn't come in through a window, and this little guy thinks you're an idiot, Barton.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Hey," Clint greets the little guy. "How's it goin'?" Gesturing to Verity, he adds, "this's a friend."

[brave_heart_verity]

Verity watches Clint try and try at the door, and is glad he figures it out without their having to think about the hows and whys too much.

The little black-eyed fellow gets a smile from her. "Hello. I'm Verity."

[smartass_captain]

This little guy doesn't talk much, but he does seem to like Verity a good deal more than Clint. He's quick to dart around the archer and pull at her hand slightly.

He wants to lead her over to the comm station with all the lights and buttons she wont understand. Then he runs off. But not for long! He comes back with a toolbox, heavy enough to have him leaning over while he carries it. It gets set down and he hops up on it.

So he can reach the controls. He pushes a couple buttons and then motions to Verity and Clint too, if he's there.

"This is Medical, y'all better not have had another 'minor explosion' or so help me god...." Oh hey Clint! it's Bones' voice!

[aw_hawkguy]

"Hey, doc," Clint puts in cheerfully. "Just pickin' up our visitors' passes. Feelin' great, by the way."

[brave_heart_verity]

Verity allows herself to be lead and is smart enough to not start pushing buttons she doesn't understand (and swat at Clint if he tries).

Ah, a comm station. Useful. The little guy gets a grateful head-pat. "Hello. Jim. Um. Captain Kirk" and boy is it hard for her to say that without sounding sarcastic "asked us to drop by."

[smartass_captain]

"...Oh hell, it's the other one." Just quiet enough that maybe he hadn't meant to be leaning on the button when he says this.

Keenser makes a noise that might be a chuckle at Clint's expense.

"Christ, already? Swear Jim just got back from puttin' the message out. Alright stay there. And don't you or your ladyfriend touch nothing. McCoy out."

The little guy, Keenser, nods when the comm goes silent and hops off his toolbox. There's a long blink while he stares up at Verity and Clint, then he shakes Verity's hand and grabs the box to get back to work.

It's not his job to babysit weirdos who come out of the Radiation door.

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint gives Keenser a wave, since he didn't get a handshake. "I think he likes you," he murmurs after the little guy has gone. "Okay, so... this is where we came in last time. It's... very shiny, right?"

[brave_heart_verity]

Keenser gets a handshake and a smile from Verity. "Thanks for your help." He's cute. And he's got good taste if he doesn't trust Clint.

"It's so... retro. It's like what people thought the future would look like in the 60s. Oh man, does this make Jim a hipster?" There's opportunity for such mischief in that thought.

[aw_hawkguy]

"It is, isn't it?" Clint flashes a grin. "You've so gotta ask him that."

[smartass_captain]

Doctor McCoy doesn't keep them waiting long. Definitely not because he was worried about Jim's friends. Also definitely not because he's damn curious about that goddamn door that leads to an alternate reality that isn't somehow radiation poisoning and death.

They've done quite a few tests since the last time. Bones doesn't trust anything especially in space, with Jim Kirk's health. He's in his Science Blues instead of scrubs, which is at least some sort of comfort.

No emergencies in Medical in the last few hours.

"Barton, isn't it?" Leonard's perpetual annoyed scowl lifts somewhat at the sight of the purple haired woman standing next to Clint looking just as much out of place. "Miss." His drawl gets a tad more pronounced, and his tones less borderline about to punch faces.

"You make it through okay? No fever like symptoms?" He turns to Verity then, all business. "No allergies or shortness of breath? Neither of you are sick, right? Last thing I need is goddamn 2013 diseases spreading on this goddamn ship."

[brave_heart_verity]

Oh, she will, Clint. She will.

She offers a hand to shake if he's not too afraid of cooties. "Verity Willis. I'm from 2015, so that's a slightly different set of things to be paranoid about." Sorry Bones, nobody escapes the sass. "I feel as healthy as I ever do. You're... Bones? I've heard good things about your fancy future medicine."

He's welcome to turn that handshake into a pulse check. She's an exceptionally healthy young woman, physically. "So how many tests do I have to endure before you let me see Jim?"

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint's also got a hand offered for a handshake--with no fresh injuries, even! How did he manage that?

"The note seemed kinda urgent... for a note stuck to my door, anyway."

Let's try this again.

[smartass_captain]

It's really weird when other people call him by that idiotic nickname Jim gave him. Dr. McCoy isn't quite sure how to respond to that for a moment.

"Leonard McCoy, miss. I'm here to make sure everyone stays some semblance of put together on this tin can full of germs." Clint gets a brief nod. He half expected Barton to come back carrying his legs in one arm.

Don't ask how Clint would be hypothetically walking. He's a doctor not a novelist.

Both of them get a firm yet brief handshake.

"Jim'll be glad to see you two, which means I may get some work done without being bothered every ten minutes. Let's get out of here,I can't stand being by that door."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Sorry, Dr. McCoy." She can be polite, really. And she'd like Jim's friends to think well of her.

This is strange for her. She's starting to act like a normal person.

"So he is always that hyper?" That's good to know. At least she doesn't have to worry it's too much sugar or coffee because she does love piling both on when she can.