Have...another doctor?

[immah_doctor]

[So he'd been wandering here for a quarter of an hour and he only had more visible discomfort to show for it. His forehead bore worry creases and he was muttering something under his breath. This was a strange planet and he didn't remember being a part of any landing party. And what were these- these WINGS on his back for!?

 This was clearly a nightmare.

But he did have some semblance of communication. He scrambled to get something together, a message out to anyone from Enterprise. Namely his captain.]

[Voice]

Jim! Jim are you out here in this? [at first he sounds angry, as if Jim was somehow behind all this. But as he released some of his tension and suspicion through his tone, it occurred to him to scale all that back. What if something had happened and landed them all here? If he had damn wings on his back - God only knows how they got there and they hurt like fucking Hell- then who was to say his commanding officers hadn't sustained worse? If he was here surely they were too. Suddenly his voice was just a hint desperate. Still angry, but the mother hen in him had kicked in.]

Jim I'm not playing around. Spock. Anyone! Can anyone hear me?


Player Name: Poshu
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Leonard "Bones" McCoy
Character Fandom: Star Trek [reboot]

BATTLE. ...or maybe just talk.

[soul_sword]

ACTION

[A lonely little flower in the middle of a cold and imposing room. Illyana, standing with her back turned towards the entrance to the Battle Dome, waited - quietly, patiently - just beside the glimmering features of the central control panel. In comforting solitude, she did not seem to be doing much in particular; none of the customizable rooms were in use, not as early in the morning as it was, and for long periods at a time, she would simply stand in a certain spot and stare at the walls. Then she'd move to a slightly different part in the center of the room and resume her staring.

Revealed through gaps in her blackened attire, portions of her lean, athletic body and fair, smooth skin could be seen, illuminated briefly whenever she walked beneath the overhead lighting. She was certainly fit; every small shift of her body, every little move she made, illustrated her strength and poise as tiny, layered muscles shifted visibly. Lengths of her blonde hair cascaded down along her shoulders and back, and they remained heavily in place with no wind to carry those thick locks.

A small, unremarkable sword hung from her hip - it was a rather bland, simple steel in a very unexciting design, but all that had been immediately available at the shop. She'd have to return later and see if anything more suitable could be found.

Illyana wasn't necessarily looking for a fight, but if one arrived? That would be just fine.~]



Player Name: Robin
Are you new?: Yes!
Character Name: Illyana 'Magik' Rasputin
Character Fandom: Marvel Comics