that thought runs through scotty's mind more than once but it's little comfort when you're on the move in a frozen, unforgiving environment. he's not alone here - was never alone on delta vega either, but things with keenser still got lonely, just the two of them. and now keenser is in a tube. here he sticks by jim a lot, making sure to not lose track of him for very long at a time. he's not always a part of away teams and this is a lot: still, he manages.
he complains a lot, but he manages.
if you're lost, maybe he happens upon you. hell, maybe he got separated and is in the middle of swearing at one of the guiding lights that's bringing him back to the main way. maybe you just pass each other on the trail. no matter what the situation, he's bundled up and grumpy. ]
a warm welcome (iii)
[ now this? this is scotty's jam. he's holed himself away in the research facility, looking though tech samples and picking at them thoroughly. he wants to know this place like the back of his hand and even though that's not going to happen any time soon he's going to give it the old academy try.
if he's allowed he'll pick apart the more interesting items up for research, fiddling with them and putting them back together. if he's not allowed he's still going to examine them as closely as possible, working out some kinks and taking stock of what kinds of tech come from which place.
sitting at a research station he's taken interest in a bit of tech from a world not entirely unlike his own and turns the small sphere over in his hands, thoughtful with his brows furrowed. ] Aye, you're a beauty, but what do you do?
recreation in nadril (ii.a)
[ you wanna fuckin go? this is scotty's comfort zone; drinking in a bar and being allowed to make his own zany alcohol experiments. he's been at it a while, taking helpful hints from the bartender every so often to help him utilize the unfamiliar tools and ingredients better. he's not smashed by any means but he is pleasantly buzzed as he carefully concocts a drink: a deep purple, glittering in the low light, and he pauses to eye it a moment before picking it up and offering it out. to you? sure. ]
Here, try this.
[ just... fuckin' go for it, i guess. he looks trustworthy, right? ]
the mission (ii)
[ while he thankfully doesn't often (anymore) have to go scrapping, scotty knows what he's doing. he's good and he's quick, picking through parts and tucking them away with a kind of ruthless efficiency. he's not here alone - he's not stupid - but perhaps he's currently on his own in his exploration, doing his best to make sure he doesn't miss anything useful.
who is he picking for? himself, probably. he's currently not really trusting anyone involved with this whole debacle, so really that's what you get: a dude picking parts so he can work out what they do and build something useful. he's not happy to be trudging around in the snow when it encroaches on the wreck, and he seems to be using a highly-specialized tool that's not of natha origin as he goes through the motions. ]
Hell, poor thing's long past a deft touch.
[ he thinks about the enterprise, and then he doesn't. ]
wildcard
[ you have your own idea? come at me! i'll match any style you choose. :] ]
montgomery scott. star trek aos.
[ well, it's not delta vega.
that thought runs through scotty's mind more than once but it's little comfort when you're on the move in a frozen, unforgiving environment. he's not alone here - was never alone on delta vega either, but things with keenser still got lonely, just the two of them. and now keenser is in a tube. here he sticks by jim a lot, making sure to not lose track of him for very long at a time. he's not always a part of away teams and this is a lot: still, he manages.
he complains a lot, but he manages.
if you're lost, maybe he happens upon you. hell, maybe he got separated and is in the middle of swearing at one of the guiding lights that's bringing him back to the main way. maybe you just pass each other on the trail. no matter what the situation, he's bundled up and grumpy. ]
a warm welcome (iii)
[ now this? this is scotty's jam. he's holed himself away in the research facility, looking though tech samples and picking at them thoroughly. he wants to know this place like the back of his hand and even though that's not going to happen any time soon he's going to give it the old academy try.
if he's allowed he'll pick apart the more interesting items up for research, fiddling with them and putting them back together. if he's not allowed he's still going to examine them as closely as possible, working out some kinks and taking stock of what kinds of tech come from which place.
sitting at a research station he's taken interest in a bit of tech from a world not entirely unlike his own and turns the small sphere over in his hands, thoughtful with his brows furrowed. ] Aye, you're a beauty, but what do you do?
recreation in nadril (ii.a)
[ you wanna fuckin go? this is scotty's comfort zone; drinking in a bar and being allowed to make his own zany alcohol experiments. he's been at it a while, taking helpful hints from the bartender every so often to help him utilize the unfamiliar tools and ingredients better. he's not smashed by any means but he is pleasantly buzzed as he carefully concocts a drink: a deep purple, glittering in the low light, and he pauses to eye it a moment before picking it up and offering it out. to you? sure. ]
Here, try this.
[ just... fuckin' go for it, i guess. he looks trustworthy, right? ]
the mission (ii)
[ while he thankfully doesn't often (anymore) have to go scrapping, scotty knows what he's doing. he's good and he's quick, picking through parts and tucking them away with a kind of ruthless efficiency. he's not here alone - he's not stupid - but perhaps he's currently on his own in his exploration, doing his best to make sure he doesn't miss anything useful.
who is he picking for? himself, probably. he's currently not really trusting anyone involved with this whole debacle, so really that's what you get: a dude picking parts so he can work out what they do and build something useful. he's not happy to be trudging around in the snow when it encroaches on the wreck, and he seems to be using a highly-specialized tool that's not of natha origin as he goes through the motions. ]
Hell, poor thing's long past a deft touch.
[ he thinks about the enterprise, and then he doesn't. ]
wildcard
[ you have your own idea? come at me! i'll match any style you choose. :] ]