open rp post

[notanoptimist]

Got an hankering for a thread? I do have an open RP post just for that. Leave me a comment wherever, send me a PM, or find me at n0teworthy. You don't even need to contact me first, if you'd rather just roll with the tags and see where a thread goes.

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I'm open to most things and absolutely open to questions! Feel free to contact me anytime if you have thoughts or concerns. I won't say no to shipping things, but first and always foremost, I'm an Epic Friendships with a Heaping Side of Adventure sort/maybe some blurry lines between romantic and platonic.

I am absolutely okay with:
-adventuring
-injuries
-epic! quests!
("I lost my keys, help me find them" totally counts.)
-found family tropes
-slow build ships

I am not okay with:
-death/major injury before discussion
-non-con

I have a whole list of things I love and would love to do and I am fond of fulfilling other people's wishlists.

aka come at me, bro, let's do the RP thing.

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[notillogical]

Scientist or not, Spock is also aware that in spite of McCoy's coming off as rather harsh, he would give his life trying to save any of his crew mates. They'd have to chance it, or resign to smoke that would take both of them before long. He looked to the spider webbed glass, and probably would have over thought the pro/cons if he'd not glanced to the Doctor. He would die if they didn't get air.

Moving out of the Doctors grasp he moved picking up the first heavy object he could find," Shield your self." was the only warning given before an end table from the sitting area was hurled through the glass. With the force he'd used he ended up on his knee on the floor waiting for the rush of smoke to be followed by at least some breathable air.

[notanoptimist]

One day, McCoy was going to point out that tossing out a warning while actually doing the thing one was warning about does not actually a warning make. He barely had time to duck out of the way -- coughing all the while -- before Spock threw an end table at the window.

Well... that was one way to do it.

The rush of oxygen was heady and it did help clear away some of the dull grey at the edges of his vision, but it was also going to feed the fire as much as it was going to save his lungs a little grief.

"Gotta move," he said with a rough voice, reaching out to shove at Spock's shoulder. "Not a long drop. Go."

[notillogical]

Well, to Spock that was a perfectly good warning given the situation was getting dire. The breath of fresh air also helped with the winded feeling he was getting. McCoy was shoving at his shoulder but logically thinking the good doctor was in far worse shape than he was.

"Apologies, your condition is far more critical than mine." He said in that sorry not sorry type of way he had about him before reaching his hand up and shoving the Doctor fairly aggressively toward the opening.

[notanoptimist]

Had McCoy not suddenly been engaged in trying not to die by either fire or green-blooded idiot, Spock would have had a piece of his mind. As it was, he barely managed an indignant yelp before Spock threw him out the window.

Damn that Vulcan strength.

He did, however, manage to summon up a bit of that survival training that Jim practically forcefed him (by practically throwing him out of airlocks, much like what Spock just did with the window) and land fairly well.

Sorta.

There were a lot of rocks out there and while McCoy never really lost awareness, he did kind of... go away for a minute there when he tucked and rolled.