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Quite Tribblesome

[Closed starter @ologistisms]

The space station had been enormous and even the space hating doctor couldn’t help himself from being just the slightest bit impressed. Sure, it was still a big snow globe in space just waiting to break and cause the death of thousands and thousands of people including himself but is was an impressive death snow globe. Real positive outlook on the space station. The break from the ‘adventure’ of space travel had not been unwelcomed. Yet even with all that, a part of him just wanted to get out of Yorktown as well. He felt like a goldfish in a tank, just aimlessly letting life pass by. 

So when the day came that the Enterprise was fixed up, good as new, Bones actually was somewhat excited. Somewhat. Not that he’d admit it. Everything was going great as the crew began filing onboard in shifts to get the ship underway to take off and continue her voyage. As chief medical officer, McCoy was eager to see the Medical Bay all fixed up and to get back into his normal routine of life aboard a starship. Surprisingly he’d not slept very well in his accommodations on the star base, he was far too used to his quarters. Understandably as it had been his home for a few years now. He needed that routine. That sense of normalcy, not changes. It was one of the things that made living in space doable. 

By the time the doctor was able to get to sickbay, the Enterprise was already a good distance away from Yorktown. “Dr. McCoy? Uh you should probably take a look at this.” The sound of one of his nurses speaking up as he walked in had the pleased look falling off McCoy’s face. Great. Was there already a problem? Turning at the corner, Leonard was met with a rather fluffy sight. Tribbles. At least a dozen or two scattered in the shelving of supplies, on some of the bio-beds, even a few outside the door of his office as if trying to get in. “Typical.” All Bones could do was roll his eyes and pretend to strangle the air where his hands rested at his sids. “Someone go---I don’t know---get someone.” McCoy was already hurrying to pick up the furry creatures because he knew full well how fast they bred and like hell was he going to have a sickbay full of tribbles. Hell no. “NOW!” He said a bit louder, shaking a few of his staff out of the surprise enough to get a move on. Where the hell had these things even come from?

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Briotty + Time

| Send me a ship + a word, and I’ll tell you the first headcanon that comes to mind! | @stcrbcund + @ologistisms |

Briar and Scotty will wake up one morning in the future and Peggy will be turning 18 and getting ready to become an adult and do what she wants in life and Scotty’ll just groan and roll over. He’ll feel like an old man and just mumble “Where did time go? Our little girl’s all grown up,” in his sleepy, probably unintelligible, accent and Briar will smile and just kiss him because she feels the same way but she knows time may have gone by in the blink of an eye but she’s still in love with Scotty just like when they were teenagers all those years ago.

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He was off duty for a few hours and had decided to go drop in and see Briar to check up on how she was doing. He had decided to stop into the botany lab and smiled as he saw the tiny pineapple plants he was helping Briar grow. “Briar!” He called out, pushing a few leaves out of the way as he walked to find her. “I swear I’m going to get lost in here again.” He mumbled to himself. 

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“Don’t panic, I can explain!” - @ologistisms

Terrible First Meeting Starters || Accepting

Q had damn near jumped out of his skin when he'd unlocked the private entrance in St James' Park that looked like access to eletrical equipment but was actually to one of the many underground garages scattered around the city. The source of alarm was a young woman standing amongst the (purposefully) overgrown foliage where she definitely shouldn't.

"W-who are you?" He asked, demanded even, before seeming to shake his head. It hardly mattered, just a civilian wandering where she shouldn't. "W-whatever. Come on, o-out. You're not a-allowed in here!" Gods, could his voice just settle down with the gittering? She was hardly terrifying. He swallowed hard. "You're not only trespassing but it's dangerous here too! Can't you read the signs?"

[irascibledoctor]

Quite Tribblesome

@ologistisms x.

Briar was incredibly excited to be back on the Enterprise. After everything that happened with Logan she was, for the first time in her life, happy to be away from Earth. Scotty would be decidedly calmer and not be hovering over her as much as she had. The bullet wound had cleared up and her hip was healing, even if she was still walking with the cane.

Briar’s new lab was beautiful, Scotty had built it to her specifications and it was perfect for her, everything she needed and even room for Bugsy to sleep in.

She was sat at her desk when she heard the comm message.

‘’Uhm Dr Roan we have a problem in medical, of the creature variety.’’ The voice of one of the nurses said.

‘’Of course, I’ll be right there.’’ Briar replied. She gathered up a small silver case and made her way, cane in hand and Bugsy at her side towards medical, she’d only been in there once or twice since they’d left. She was managing her pain well enough and her PTSD was very much in check.

Briar arrived at med bay not too long after with a smile on her face, wondering what on earth she’d been called here for, she was actually pretty excited. Wondering if it would be some plant toxin or perhaps something that had snuck aboard the ship at somepoint. She hoped it wasn’t something of hers that had escaped.

‘’Hello? Leo? Heard you needed some help?’’

   ☾ —   This was a nightmare. A fluffy, furry, sometimes squeaky, nightmare. Why did crap like this happen to good people? It was certainly a thought on McCoy’s mind. What did I do to deserve this? Of course it had him thinking about plenty of mistakes he’d made in his life, wondering if they had brought upon this fuzzy invasion to his medical bay.

The swoosh of the door to the sickbay opening had Leonard screaming, “Hey! Keep that damn door closed!—Oh, thank god, Briar.” The doctor let out a breath before he carefully stepped over a small pile of tribbles, a bit larger than the bundle he had in his arms, before making his way over to the woman. “Sorry–” Bones cleared his throat and smiled apologetically for a second. “–Jus’ don’t want things blasted things gettin’ out to the rest of the ship…”

Casting a glance over his right shoulder, McCoy sighed at the state of his sickbay. “I don’t need t’tell you have fast tribbles multiply.”

It was fast.

Leonard took a moment to give Briar a once over glance. The woman had been through a lot so he always worried, even if he tried to keep that to himself the best he could.

“Listen we need to not only get these things the hell off this ship but we need t’figure out how the hell these little fellas even got on here.” McCoy grunted a bit as he tried not to drop his armful of tribbles before he moved to set them down in the growing pile in the corner of the room as the rest of his staff was.

“I–do–not–want Jim findin’ out about this…” 

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beautifulxkaos replied to your post “Briotty + Time”

OMJFC THIS IS PERFECT AND WAAAAH! WRITE ALL THE HEADCANONS CAUSE THIS IS PERFECT!

ologistisms replied to your post “Briotty + Time”

OF COURSE YOU CAN WRITE HEADCANONS

OKAY BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I DON’T WANT TO WRITE HEADCANONS BECAUSE YOUR SHIP IS SO PERFECT AND I DON’T WANT TO RUIN IT WITH MY STUPID IDEAS

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ologistisms replied to your post “//Is it a little sad that it’s my birthday today, but I’m honestly...”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUN HOPE YOU HAD A FAB DAY!!

//It was really wonderful! Thank you for asking! =)

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Fading to Dust

| Send me ‘Fading to Dust’ for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them. | @ologistisms |

Malcolm sighed and leaned back in the chair he had found in the botany lab. Briar was happily tending to her plants while Malcolm sat there with Bugsy, just needing a moment away from the real world. He could hear her humming as she tended to the plants, but his eyes were closed and he was enjoying the sensation of petting the dog next to him. Then he heard the doors open and was expecting Scotty, but then he heard Bugsy growl, something he wasn’t used to. 

The little dog jumped out of his lap and trotted to the doors, where he started barking. Briar watched as Malcolm opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow. She called the dog back when he stopped growling but the dog never came back. She furrowed her eyebrows and Malcolm got up from his spot, deciding he would go check on Bugsy. 

He walked through the plants toward the door, then he stopped, seeing a trail of red. He pulled out his phaser and lifted it, turning the corner and seeing the poor little yellow dog bled out on the floor. Something wasn’t right, no one on the ship would harm the dog, at least he hoped. Malcolm ran back to Briar, shoving the plants aside as he did, unsure how a security threat could get past him and his team. There was no Red Alert signals, no one comming them to let them know that someone had invaded the ship. 

He froze when he saw a crewman, one of his own people at that, holding Briar in a headlock, a knife to her neck and a weapon of some sort pointed at Malcolm. He didn’t know what to do, the shot was too close to get Briar free without harming her. “Let her go, bastard.” He snapped at the crewman, seeing the fear in the botanist’s eyes. “You don’t want her. Take me instead.”

The red-shirt just smiled at Malcolm, a dark and sinister smile, one Malcolm had become all too familiar with during his time in Section 31. The move was quick and clean, just like Malcolm used to do when he was in Section 31, maybe this crewman was part of it too. The crewman dropped Briar but before he could run Malcolm shot him, the phaser set on kill. The crewman fell to the ground with a thud as Malcolm ran to Briar and pressed his hand to her neck, trying to stop the bleeding. 

“Emergency medical situation! I need help! It’s Dr. Scott!” He snapped into his communicator, pressing Briar’s neck harder, hoping the bleeding would stop. “Come on, Briar. You’ve got Scotty and Peggy waiting for you.” He pleaded with her, watching the life drain from her eyes. He felt tears well in eyes, trying his best not to cry. He kept pressing his hands to her neck and shaking as she took her last breath, shoulders slumping as he let out a sob. 

A strong hand gripped his shoulder and gently pulled him away, pulling him into a tight embrace. Malcolm couldn’t focus on the person holding him, just the shaking and the blood on his hands, not to mention Scotty’s broken sobs over his wife and the mother of his child. It was his fault a child was now motherless, a husband was now a widower, and many people had lost a friend. 

Oh, how he’d failed yet again.