( i've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce )

[sufferably]

❝ IF IT'S AN EMERGENCY, PRESS SOS. IF IT'S IMPORTANT, LEAVE A MESSAGE. IF IT'S ANYTHING ELSE, HANG UP. THAT MEANS YOU, JIM. ❞ sigyn ◖ 102 ◗ ◖ message ● call ● action ◗

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[greenblood]

Perhaps next time we can seek to proceed with a plan.

[ there may or may not have also been an attempt to pull bones and himself closer together in the interest of trapping more body warmth between them. ]

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[sufferably]

_{( This is the worst thing that has ever happened to him. More so because he can't protest the logic of that move. )}

Or we could just knock and see if she's in a better mood.

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[greenblood]

[ don't worry bones they shall never ever speak of this again. spock might note it down on the daily log he's been keeping since they arrived, but it will not be mentioned with real live words (unless the situation calls for it of course). for now, the vulcan's certainly focusing on seeing if there's even an abandoned cottage around somewhere they can use. ]

That would be inadvisable, doctor. We may not be as lucky as to end up together next time.

[ in other words, YER ON YER OWN ON THAT ONE BUB. also lucky because surely mccoy agrees ]

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[sufferably]

Lucky.

<sub>( One day, Spock is going to give him an aneurysm. He's relatively certain of this. Jim's going to give him a heart attack, and Spock's going to give him an aneurysm and he'll lose his two most important organs at once and implode in on himself in the most painful death possible.

Despite this thought, his arm tightens around Spock. )</sub>

Can you get a signal on your comm?

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[greenblood]

[ good thing they've got leo, the tribble full of superblood, amirite

spock wordlessly shuffles their positions slightly so that he can reach the device currently in his pocket. the unfamiliarity of the technology makes it difficult for him to predict whether it will work, even if it in itself is rudimentary and easy enough to understand. it takes a few moments for him to get his fingers to stop trembling and actually hit the correct buttons, but once he does he attempts to hail kirk. then uhura. and then kirk again. ]

This is Commander Spock with Doctor McCoy. Do you read me?

[ the growing frown on his face should indicate exactly what kind of response, or lack thereof, that he's getting.

this would be so much easier if they could just get scotty to beam them. ]

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[sufferably]

Ugh.

<sub>( That's to what he assumes is a negative response. But, also, the cold is seeping into his lungs and his breath is getting harder to draw. His chest aches, and while he knows a dozen different ways to put things back to rights there's nothing he can do for himself in these circumstances.

He pauses their walk, abruptly. )</sub>

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[bartalk]

[ SOMEWHERE BACK IN THE CITY...

Jim's at home, sitting in a disgustingly hipster v-neck and Adidas shorts, wondering where the hell everyone has gone to. Bones's probably at work, but Spock's usually at home, doing weird Vulcan intellectual things while muttering 'fascinating' every now and then.

He wonders if he should be worried. Then he shrugs and figures that Spock is probably off crying and making out with Uhura, and all worry he felt is negated.

And so, he makes full use of his home alone time. The shorts come off (but sorry ladies he's wearing boxer briefs), the sunglasses are on, and he's about to crawl up the fire exit and onto the roof to sunbathe, when he notices Leo sitting alone in the kitchen, cooing sadly.

Being an empathetic person, he feels sad for the tribble, and against his better judgement (Bones's threat still rings in his ears), he grabs the furball and his bottle of sunscreen. ]

You look lonely, little guy.

[ he gives it a pat, deciding that hey, even giant fuzzballs need a little bit of sun ]