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[ Audio kicks in before the feed does, only for a few seconds and with it comes the dull buzz of distant voices and lazy not-quite-bustle of a restaurant, a diner perhaps, which becomes clearer with the slanted view of a waitresses elbow as she passes, and the florescent lights above. The NV is propped up (properly). The man is disheveled, exhausted, but god knows he's probably been awake since he arrived late last night, but then who could sleep after that? ]

"You're kiddin' me right now...."

[At least the coffee he has clutched between his hands is probably helping, or just fueling his already exasperated bewilderment of the entire situation. Thankfully no one knows him enough to recognize that the sardonic expression on his face is just the little sputtering fuse on it's way to the dynamite.]

"Sorry I ducked out of the welcoming parade, aloha's and floral leis aren't exactly my thing." [That's dripping sarcasm boys and girls, because by aloha's he means "monsters" and by parade he means what the hell just happened? ]

"I'm guessing my road to enlightenment is paved with questions, so if anyone can spare a minute to fill me in on what exactly is going on here that wasn't covered in the vacation brochure, I'd be obliged."

[Don't expect him to show much appreciation, but he'd really like to fill in the blanks. Oh and feel free to join him in the diner, but expect to pay, seems he left his wallet in the 23rd century.]

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That's not quite what I mean, McCoy.

What sort of man are you? Cowards develop the power to run away. Airheads learn to fly.

[The corner of his eye twitches ever so slightly.]

I'm a doctor, not a cartoon character. This place can keep it's crazy powers.

[which is to say, he has no idea if picked up the 'super power' bug yet.]

Aha, a doctor!

[ He leans forward suddenly, his eyes very bright. ]

Dr. McCoy. How fortuitious, you see I've been looking for a doctor. But you don't have powers yet. That is a problem.

[ He raises his hand, which is red and black, cracked and bleeding in places from a bad electrical burn. It's been bandaged until now, but he's letting it get some air--or at least that's the idea. ]

What do you think? Will I die?

[That flinch was probably more from the leaning and less due to the appearance of the injury. Thankfully there's a screen between them and... dammit don't use his natural inclination to help others against him.]

I don't see the problem, I don't need powers to make me a fine doctor.

[His eyes flick over the screen.]

...I couldn't tell you from here, but if you wanna keep that hand I recommend taking that to a hospital.

[ He's managing, mostly for Peter's sale, and it's very fortunate that he has a nurse for a roommate, because if it had been up to him the wounds would have gone septic by now. Fortunately Peter's hoarded painkillers and antibiotics and burns cream aplenty. But if he could find a healer--well, that would be a different matter. ]

That's still a problem. You see I'm a wanted man; I can't just walk into a hospital and expect them to heal my injuries.

[He has better self preservation instincts than that, it's bad enough the guy raises the hair at the back of his neck.]

Sounds like you've got yourself a problem then. I hear most prisons have a decent health-care system.

This world still practices a notion of 'Wanted: Dead or Alive', and I would much rather alive. But you asked, didn't you? For answers to your questions, and it's been rude of me not to offer so far.

What would you like to know?

[His eyes narrow, somehow he knows he being played with. But then there's some saying about looking gift horses in the mouth, and his resources are limited.]

Tell me about SERO, and not just that bullshit propaganda the walls are postered with.

[ Oh is it that obvious? ]

You don't believe that a multi-billion dollar company can be legitimately interested in the development of the scientific community? Shame on you.

[ He sits back. ]

The two companies have great power over the city. SERO owns the best hospitals, runs laboratories and factories, provides the best healthcare. And it does all this by a method of both cornering the market, and intensive testing. It's well known that people are offered subsidies to become labrats, and it's an easy way out of jail cell.

But it isn't just medical science they're involved in. They make a great deal of their money from developing products to protect people from the Darkness, for example, and I'm told they have excellent lawyers.

If you want to be anything but a Greeter or a bus boy, I'm afraid you'll just have to learn to accept it. Every job has its let-downs, after all. Except maybe mine.

[Information absorbed. Thanks. And while he knows better than to ask...]

And what exactly is your job?

Well it's less a job than a hobby really. I kill people.

It's okay, though, you're quite safe for now. My powers were taken from me.

[ They were, but actually he has them all back. He's just maintaining the facade for now. ]

[His 'the fuck?' stare lasts for a good five seconds before he shakes his head, back to his game face because he doesn't want to look like his stomach just dropped as hard as it had.]

Annnd we're saying goodbye. Thanks alot for the help.

[He fumbles for his NV because really, he needs to draw the line at playing nice with murders]

Goodbye for now, Doctor McCoy.

[ He winks, and even though he doesn't touch his NV, his side of the video feed flicks off. ]

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