Thanks. [ He responds, the cheer in his expression slowly fading away. ] That'd help me out.
[ Because the sooner he finds him, the sooner he can get the shade-y popsicle inside somewhere warm, unthaw him a bit. The few times he's seen him around, he was clinging to his side for some warmth, something he can't give with this undead body anymore.
The doctor sticks his hand out and leads the way, walking over the trail of footprints left by others, monster and human alike, that went this direction, trudging over the snow. ]
You haven't met anyone here that you recognized, have you? [ He knows it happens. Sometimes people from the same world get brought here. Sometimes they don't. McCoy is lucky in that respect — because no one he knows has ever shown up here. He hopes they never will. ]
[and so they begin walking. it's peaceful, she thinks, despite the stories and accounts she's heard in passing. could a place like this really be the terrible hell that people have called it? when he asks her the question, she looks at him thoughtfully.]
I haven't. [drawing upon what she'd just thought moments previously, her expression ambiguous as she turns her gaze to the night sky:] To tell the truth, I don't know whether to be sad or relieved about it.
Well, it's been an overwhelming couple of days. I'm sure everything's a little like that — all mixed up and confusin'. [ He's careful not to walk to fast, or with too long of a stride, just so his shorter companion can keep up. The doctor turns his head toward her, studying her for a moment before looking away. ]
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[ Because the sooner he finds him, the sooner he can get the shade-y popsicle inside somewhere warm, unthaw him a bit. The few times he's seen him around, he was clinging to his side for some warmth, something he can't give with this undead body anymore.
The doctor sticks his hand out and leads the way, walking over the trail of footprints left by others, monster and human alike, that went this direction, trudging over the snow. ]
You haven't met anyone here that you recognized, have you? [ He knows it happens. Sometimes people from the same world get brought here. Sometimes they don't. McCoy is lucky in that respect — because no one he knows has ever shown up here. He hopes they never will. ]
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[and so they begin walking. it's peaceful, she thinks, despite the stories and accounts she's heard in passing. could a place like this really be the terrible hell that people have called it? when he asks her the question, she looks at him thoughtfully.]
I haven't. [drawing upon what she'd just thought moments previously, her expression ambiguous as she turns her gaze to the night sky:] To tell the truth, I don't know whether to be sad or relieved about it.
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Well, it's been an overwhelming couple of days. I'm sure everything's a little like that — all mixed up and confusin'. [ He's careful not to walk to fast, or with too long of a stride, just so his shorter companion can keep up. The doctor turns his head toward her, studying her for a moment before looking away. ]