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hiatus
Okay, I have to admit it. Iām very anxious about RPing McCoy for whatever reason, so Iām going to put this blog on hiatus... I will be over on my multi @iteradastra, and I may even move McCoy over there eventually.
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Please do not shrink your font when youāre RPing with me. It makes reading your replies difficult for me due to my dyslexia. Iāve tried so hard to find another solution that doesnāt require making other people change anything for me, but this is where Iām at right now. Please, just keep the font the normal size if you want to do threads with me.
intellect-without-disciplineā:
Spock raised an eyebrow at the Doctorās peculiar comment.Ā āāChip-on-the-shoulderā, Doctor?ā He was not unfamiliar with the term but found the use of it in this context to be rather inappropriate. He was dealing with Dr. McCoy, however, with which everything had a certain air of inappropriateness.Ā
He looked around sickbay once more to make certain they were alone. They were, but why? Asking would give the illusion that he cared, so he resolved to keep his questions to himself until absolutely necessary. His suspicion was that the entire thing was some plot by the doctor. What sort, he wasnāt yet sure of. It was a trend he had noticed - whenever a particularly devastating mission had occurred, the doctor took it upon himself to ensure the mental and physical wellbeing of the officers aboard. This was a large part of his job description but were he really an expert on xenobiology like he claimed, he would know that Spock was able to mediate his own health. There was no need for this production.Ā
The events on Vulcan had not beenĀ ādevastatingā as such. In fact - aside from the delay and the onset of plak tow - it had all proceeded in a very logical, although unconventional, fashion. Spock had not been looking forward to the ceremony, nor to the concept of bonding with TāPring and spending the rest of his life with her. In a way, he wasā¦relieved.
Spock did as he was told and perched himself on the edge of the biobed. Usually, he was instructed to take his uniform shirt off. As he was not asked this time, he kept it on, and hoped it would remain on. He did not relish the thought of removing clothing in front of Dr. McCoy, although he could not place exactly why.Ā āMy yearly physical was four months, three days ago,ā he reminded the doctor.Ā āI need not remind you that there are no other required exams unless there is a concern for my health. I can assure you, Doctor, my health is perfectly in line.ā
āWell, I assure *you* that Iām the doctor around here, so Iām the one whoāll make that assessment, thank you,ā he said curtly.Ā
He knew the always very serious first officer wouldnāt make any of this easy, but that didnāt really bother McCoy. Some part of him liked the challenge, even if it was a challenge he wasnāt sure he had any way of winning. There were little victories here and there, sure. Times when McCoy's argument proved to be the right one, or when Spock was forced to compliment him in some way. There were just as many times when it went the other way.
But what was the challenge in this moment? What was the argument? Was it that Spock wasnāt as okay as he was acting? McCoy wasnāt sure, really. Maybe he thought something really was still wrong with Spock⦠Maybe he was just worried himself and needed a little reassurance that Spock was all right.
Spock was far enough onto the biobed that the readings came to life. He shook his head and sighed, almost reflexively, at the absurdity of Spockās biological norms. He used a medical tricorder for more specific readings.Ā
That wasnāt really what he was interested in checking, but it gave him away to focus on something else while he asked Spock the real questions that neither of them felt all that comforting talking about eye-to-eye.
āAny more behavioral abnormalities since youāve been back?ā He paused. āWell, not counting the one I was present for.ā Heād been amused at Spockās little emotional outburst when he saw Jim, but it still worried him. Emotional outbursts werenāt good for Spock, even if McCoy claimed not to like his cold, hard logic.
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Important characterization (from a pm conversation)
headcanon;; logic
Sooo, there is a certain MISconception (probably spread by Certain Vulcans) that McCoy is Mr. Emotion and doesnāt comprehend or utilize logic.
THIS. Is not true. Because McCoy is a whole person not just pathos for his captainās characterization thank you and have a lovely day.
McCoy is not GOVERNED by logic, but he does apply it when itās useful. He just doesnāt apply it the same way that Spock does.
Letās take one example from The Galileo Seven, which IS ACTUALLY ABOUT EMOTION but is an example of how McCoy uses logic even in regards to handling emotion.
BOMA: The man's dead. He deserves a decent burial. You're the captain. A few words. SPOCK: Doctor, perhaps you know the correct words for such an occasion. MCCOY: Mister Spock, that's your place. SPOCK: My place is here. If you please, Doctor. MCCOY: Now look. We may all die here. At least let us die like men, not machines. SPOCK: By dealing with first things first, I hope to increase our chances of staying alive.
I will begin by saying that Spockās argument is perfectly reasonable.
However, McCoyās argument is not an argument from emotion, but an argument from logic which takes emotion into account. McCoy can see that the rest of the crew stranded with them will view Spockās actions as heartless and demoralizing. They will also see Spock not taking a few moments to speak at the burial of their crewmate as usurping part of a commanding officerās responsibility.Ā
āLet us die like men, not machinesā doesnāt meanĀ āfuck logic, letās go wild.ā It meansĀ āhey, no one else here is Vulcan, and this is an essential part of the mission for us and will affirm your command.āĀ
AGAIN, not saying one is right and the other is wrong, but the concept that McCoy doesnāt use logic is silly.
That feeling when the guy who tries to die For the Greater Good at least twice an episode says that youĀ have a martyr complex.
HI GUYS.
I want to clarify about a thing regarding my AOS McCoy characterization, because ever since I started actually RPing him a little bit, itās become clear to me that itās part of how I view him.
My AOS McCoy will have a bit of a crush on Kirk. This isnāt because I ship it, but because of how I view his actions in canon.
In threads with someone other than Kirk, I will default this crush to unrequited, and it doesnāt mean I wonāt ship McCoy with anyone else. In fact, I generally view him as preferring to keep his platonic friendship with Jim rather than risk it by telling him anything. The topic wonāt come up unless you want it to and weāve discussed it, but it might influence how he describes Jim or whatever, so.
In threads with Kirk, again... itās a crush, but he wonāt act on it at all unless we discuss it first AND it happens naturally in the thread. In fact, he might resist it even if Jim is interested. I still donāt autoship, even though McCoyās caught feelings.
So, this isnāt REALLY about shipping, because itās not necessarily shippy. Itās just part of how I view his characterization. If itās an issue let me know! We can decide if Iāll simply never mention it or if we RP TOS McCoy instead (who I do not default as having a crush on anybody, since itās a drastically different scenario and I donāt see it as an onscreen part of his character).
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There are so many oneshot characters in TOS that I would ship McCoy with (either in TOS itself or an AOS version), but thatās probably a LITTLE UNREALISTIC.Ā
How about a technically oneshot character who is still popular enough that it might one day happen, i.e. Mirror Spock? Because uhhh Iām way into Mirror!Spock/McCoy. Or MIrror!Spock/Mirror!McCoy. Iām also cool with Mirror!Kirk. Or Mirror!Marlena???Ā (I really like TOS/AOS Mirrorverse okay.)Ā
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āNext time Iāll visit unannounced to make up for my lack of warmth today.ā So dramatic. She keeps a straight face, though it takes a breath to avoid chuckling. He has a thankless job, thatās she cannot deny. Her own brush-ins with medics have always been challenged at best; such is the stubborn way of her people.
She gives a brief side-eye at his interest in calling her case unique, but Echo doesnāt protest when she finds a spot at one of the empty biobeds.Ā āMmm, if it doesnāt affect a certain half-Vulcan too harshly, then I will assume you wonāt have much to worry about with me.ā The twitch hidden in the right corner of her lip leave as fast as it appears, though her head tilts with interest.Ā āIt is not common where Iām from to ⦠have checkups, Doctor, so my ignorance and indifference towards your concern isnāt a reflection on your work.āĀ
McCoy smiles, but he canāt help it; thereās part of him that knows what she just said will gnaw on his mind for a good long while. He knows a little bit about where sheās from and the state of their healthcare, if it could even be called that. There are times he hears something like that, and he just wants to quit Starfleet and spend the rest of his life on planets like that, going door to door taking care of people whoāve never been taken care of.
For now, heāll just have to settle for this one.Ā
As heās looking at the readings coming up from the biobed, heās getting out his scanner. āI know you Contraxians arenāt all that different from Vulcans, but our Vulcanās not exactly normal. In a lot of ways.ā He quirks an eyebrow, his tone distracted by his work but still personable. āYour record did mention a number of previous injuries, but it doesnāt look to me like there are any new ones. Any aches or pains lately? Headaches, body aches, joint pain⦠that kind of thing?ā
intellect-without-disciplineā:
Spock did not understand why his presence was requested in sickbay. Upon their return from Vulcan, he had informed Dr. McCoy that the plak-tow had ceased after the captainās ādeathā. Such an emotionally driven outburst of violence would of course bring the fever to an end, however, he was still being summoned for testing which would show nothing unusual. It seemed a tremendous waste of time.
The events on Vulcan had been regrettable. Spock had dedicated more time reviewing the events of the Koon-ut-kal-if-fee than he had anticipated, although it didnāt benefit him, per se. He understood that TāPring had been acting out of self-interest. In a way, her actions were perfectly logical. She determined the outcome that would benefit both her and Stonn and carried it out in a way that would be successful any way it was carried out. Her actions, however, were definitely radical. The traditions of Vulcan were not as strong with their generation as it was for their parents. There were some who found a more liberal definition of ālogicā to follow. He found he couldnāt blame TāPring for desiring to marry another. However, her blatant disrespect for the lives of the people involved was appalling. He did not remember TāPring well from childhood, but his view of her was tainted now. She chose to be untruthful and put her happiness above the safety of others. It was unacceptable.Ā
It was regrettable that he had involved his friends. Their invitation had come from a need for emotional security, something that he now regretted showing. An explanation could be found for inviting Jim. To have oneās captain present during such significant circumstances could be considered a usual thing. To invite the doctor, however, denoted a particular fondness for him. It had been a moment of weakness that he was still unable to identify. He had meditated - ruminated on his reasoning for doing such a thing - to no avail. Any viable conclusion he had come to could not be. His feelings on the matter remained undetermined and, frankly, out of hand.Ā
The meeting had been set for late in Alpha shift. As Spock left the turbo-lift and made his way down the hall, he passed Nurse Chapel who gave him a sympathetic smile which he did not return. āNurse,ā he greeted in a flat tone without a glance in her direction. Strange that she would be leaving sickbay so early when she should be on duty.Ā
As the doors to sickbay slid open, Spock immediately noted that Ms. Chapel was not the only officer relieved of duty ahead of the appointed time. In fact, sickbay was empty, or so it appeared at first glance. After he stepped further in, Spock heard a rustling in the next room over. Dr. McCoy must have been in his office. It was rare to enter to such silence. There was no beeping of a biobed monitor, no absent chatter of two crewmen. There was nothing excepting his own footfalls.Ā
Dr. McCoy was examining something. Work, he expected. Spock noticed his concentration was on something settled on the screen in front of him when he entered. āReporting as ordered, Doctor,ā Spock said. There was no hiding his displeasure for having been summoned to a mostly empty sickbay during what would be his usual shift.
There was something McCoy enjoyed about Spock following his orders. It wasnāt too often McCoy got to give them to the first officer; not only because of rank, but because Spock so rarely had any health concerns. When he did, it was usually severe enough that there werenāt any orders involved. Besides which, McCoy wasnāt really the type to order people around, at least not *officially*. He didnāt have a lot of interest in the chain of command⦠but he was pretty sure Spock did.
That he looked annoyed about it certainly didnāt *dampen* McCoyās enjoyment.
He put the tapes away and got to his feet. āMister Spock, if I didnāt know better, Iād diagnose you with a bad case of chip-on-the-shoulder-itis.ā He grinned, even though he didnāt really expect Spock to appreciate his bedside manner, if their entire history was any indication.Ā
Maybe McCoy was trying a little too hard to talk to Spock like everything was normal anyway. McCoy couldnāt entirely understand what Spock had just been through, but he knew the man well enough that he didnāt think it couldāve been easy. Heād had emotional outbursts in front of his crew. Heād been rejected at the altar, as it were. Heād thought he killed Jim.
Not many people would know it, but McCoy knew a thing or two about being a private person. That fear of having all your skeletons dragged out of the closet was a real one, and there was nothing easy about having some secret exposed to the people you got your new start with.
āJust go on and hop up on one of those biobeds,ā he said, gesturing. āI want to get a full diagnostic, and then I want to ask you some questions, if thatās all right with you. And if itās not, I donāt want to hear about it anyhow.ā
fasciinatingā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā IT IS NOT THE FIRST TIME, Spock realizes he is unacquainted with the Doctor as possibly he should be. in the last several months working together aboard the Enterprise, he recalls approximately fifty-seven percent of their interactions have taken place in sickbay. the reasons are multitudinousāranging from standard protocol & to that of regrettable injury in Spockās return from an away mission. all others have been subject to circumstance, briefings of some other nondescript necessity. they are not friends. reiteratively, he acknowledges McCoyās relationship with Captain Kirk, thinking to the framework of their obvious friendshipāits practiced ease, or whether it is something more than that. however, it is unlike him to speculate, to draw conclusions without tangible facts. nonetheless, it strikes him without prejudice that if their positions were reversedāthat if it were him in that bed, flittering just beyond shadows, waiting to wake up or waiting to doāhe is certain of Kirkās ability to do a better job of whatever it is Spock is currently attempting to do. silently, Spock merely continues to observe. he follows the path of Doctorās eyes as McCoy connects the kindling of his furtive actions like pieces of an impossible puzzle, watching it rise into a dawn behind the Doctorās gaze. it is this manās profession to understand symptoms based on tellsā& he knows itāSpock understands what he has done, what he has askedā& it is a traitorous, hollowing feeling to be exposed for the hypocrite that he is the moment McCoy starts speaking. Spock is no doctor. but when he hears McCoyās crushed laughāa shallow sound that pistons his entire body, rising tension into the crest of his shoulder bladesāhe is able to note the physiological changes in the Doctorās voice. it could be because Spock has never been able to delineate the nuances in what heās asked or its expected answersāin what it means to be fine or alright or doing okay. his two primary sources to consult with on the subject are either dead or somewhere close. he does not know how to console someone, he concedes. he does not know how to tell them it will be fine, or that it will be alright, or it will be okay. standard language is too tricky, too variable. it would be easier to have this conversation in Vulkhansu. but Spock does not have that luxury. instead, heās here, in this room, with a man he only barely knows beyond fifty-seven percent & a cup of coffee, he brought to somehow prove they are neither alone in this.Ā
he looks at the cup, ā i was given to understand there are certain ritualsā. āĀ
āRituals.ā McCoy says. āThatās how Vulcans do things, right?ā
In another context, itād just be a question of curiosity. McCoy specializes in xenobiology and he knows little bits and pieces of culture as it relates to treatment of patients, but... Maybe heās read a little more about Vulcans than other species since what happened to their planet.Ā
He knows itās probably impractical. Heās not going to have too many Vulcans in his care, and the one he does have is only half Vulcan, so a lot of the information thatās available barely applies to him. McCoy doesnāt really do things based on how practical they are, though. He was there when Vulcan was destroyed. He canāt help but want to know more about what was lost. He hoped someone would do that for Earth if something ever happened to it.
It doesnāt seem right to say much to Spock about it. Even now, outside of that one sentence.Ā
He picks up the coffee.
āThanks,ā he says, finally. Then he takes a deep breath and tries again. āFor this and for coming by. Sometimes I just yell to hear myself. Itās not personal. At least when youāre here, Iām not yelling at myself. People start thinking thereās something wrong if you do that.ā
Thereās more to it than that, but he drinks the coffee instead of trying to explain it anymore. What is there to explain? Heās like a feral cat sometimes. And now that heās drinking the coffee, he realizes that he needed it. Even just the warmth of it.
owedfavorsā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The irrational statement ( though, Una could not consider it truly unbelievable ) seemed to go part ways toward reassuring their newest doctor. Sheād take it as a victory. She hoped, however, that their first encounter with an unusual phenomenon wouldnāt strip away whatever confidence it gave him. An officer distrustful of the safety of starships offered a unique set of complications. Una wondered if she would need to inform Boyce of the matter, or if Doctor McCoy would do so himself, whether intentionally or inadvertently.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Who says she doesnāt run on both? ā Ā Ā Una replied. Ā Ā ā But I think we can forgo a trip to Engineering ā for now, at least. ā Ā Ā She could offer no promises, no reassurances, that a medical emergency or other matter would never summon the doctor to Engineering. He would, at the very least, need to know its location on the ship. But that could wait for another day, when perhaps a few uneventful days of travel had passed.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Would you care to see sick bay and meet our CMO? ā Ā Ā Itās an offer, but one heās welcome to decline. Time to settle in is sometimes much needed and much deserved.
McCoy chuckled. She might be as Starfleet as they come, but he was starting to think maybe she was all right. All the humor at the outpost had been the gallows type.Ā
For the first time, it was starting to feel like the war was really over.
āIād like that a lot. Figure Iāll be spending more of my time there than anywhere else, anyway.ā Junior medical officer or not, McCoy was serious about his work. He had his doubts about working on a ship, sure. But heād already seen some information on the complement of the Enterprise.Ā
It was going to be a hell of a difference, living with the same people heād be treating. It scared him a little.
REPOST. DONT REBLOG
Spockās gonna learn about emotions toDAY.
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN HAPPY:
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN SAD:
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY WANT:
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEIR BERSERK BUTTON IS PUSHED:
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE:
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