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Dr. Geoffrey M'Benga Reporting
I am Dr. Geoffrey M'Benga, medical officer assigned to the Starship Enterprise. Since I took my medical internship on Vulcan, I am an expert in Vulcan medicine, anatomy, and psychology. I have been told that I have taken on quite a few of the stoic traits from my studies, but I still like to think I have at least some human sense of humor left in me.

M!A: None

STARFLEET MEDICAL
{ LIEUTENANT }

OOC: RP blog for Geoffrey M'Benga from Star Trek TOS. Willing to RP in TOS as well as AOS or any crossovers/fandoms. I do not own Dr. M'Benga nor Star Trek. Both mun and muse are over 18. No images on this blog are mine unless otherwise stated. Tracking the tag drmbenga

curearainyday:

McCoy awoke to a face full of dirt and a violent desire to put some air back in his lungs. He sputtered against the ground and his arms struggled to center themselves beneath him, before taking a swift, shuddering breath. He pushed himself skyward with his forearms, and was immediately struck with another violent desire — to swiftly expel whatever remained of his last meal back up the way it came.

Well, he wasn’t dead. That was a start. 

He managed to turn himself on to his side while abating the familiar sense of nausea and blinked hard, driving out the last bit of lethargy from his still spinning mind. After a slow, steadier breath, he chanced a peek. Earth and sky, as far as the eye could see; it was a far cry from the oasis he’d come across searching for his landing party. How the hell…?

He remembered. He’d been ambushed. 

With a swiftness that surprised him, he was on his feet and scanning his surroundings, his feet clamoring to twist and turn their master to view all angles of his strange prison. He remembered being being hunted, being caught, being shouted at, being disposed of. His stomach lurched again at the memory of the jailhouse; he’d expected to be tossed in a cell, not tossed through an inter-dimensional portal. They’d caught him by surprise. Must be what knocked me out. How long have I been laying out here?

After a moment’s consideration, he figured it couldn’t have been very long; his wrists still stung from the strength of the beings who’d restrained them. 

Good, alright. Now what?

The land was featureless, save a group of jagged, unfriendly rocks his toes had unconsciously pointed towards. He didn’t question his legs as they decided to move toward them. Maybe there’d be some sort of shelter among the stones — hopefully not already occupied. 

"Who knows, maybe some big, terrible beast lives there. Maybe he’ll be kind enough to rent me a room instead of having me for dinner!" McCoy paused in his grousing as a flicker of movement caught his attention in the corner of his eye. 

It was a person, far enough away that he couldn’t quite make out a face, but the uniform looked familiar. He’d try his luck. 

"Hey!" he called, waving his arm as he changed course. He sped up his pace to a light jog, enough to get him there quicker without appearing hostile. "Wait a second, we’ll have more luck together!" It wasn’t right, but he was damn glad to see someone else stuck in his sorry situation to keep him company. But as he approached the fellow man in blue, it struck him how he didn’t recall his particular face among his original group. 

He stopped several yards in front of the man, a sense of unease slowly creeping up his spine. If he hadn’t come from his party, where had he come from? He’d been told their survey team had been the first deployed by Starfleet on this particular world. Well, the one he’d started in, anyway. 

"Who are you?" McCoy asked warily, glad to keep his distance for the present moment. 

Geoff didn’t notice the figure at first, at least not until he yelled to gain the doctor’s attention. Well that was something. This barren wasteland of a prison wouldn’t be an isolated one. So all of the cells must be connected to this. Whatever this is. Guess there wasn’t much of a danger of prisoners banding together to escape. 

The doctor changed direction to head towards the figure, which he now recognized as having a blue Starfleet uniform. Though it was odd. The color wasn’t quite as deep a blue as a normal uniform, as if it had faded somewhat. That couldn’t be right. They were supposed to be the first crew to land here. Though there wasn’t supposed to be an advanced civilization here either, so there’s no telling what could have happened. More impossible things have happened. 

The man seemed to have realized something similar and stopped where he was to ask who Geoff was. There was something about the man that was oddly familiar, but not in any way that the doctor could place. 

"I’b Dr. B’Benka ob de USS Enterprise." The broken nose was making it hard to speak as clearly as he’d like and he gestured to it apologetically. "You?"

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Or I may just hang out on one of my other blogs. I need a breather for a bit.

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Went to the couch to wait it out. Now I have a cat butt in my face. May be a while before my return.

anursefirst:

drmbenga:

What? No, don’t you get it? It’s acne!

…Oh, hon.

Aw come on I thought it was pretty funny!

anursefirst:


Chris I got a great costume idea for you and it’s really easy too!

I can feel the embarrassing punchline already.
I’ll bite, what is it? Because it looks an awful lot like the Chicken Pox.
…and I’m not dressing up as a form of the herpes virus, sweetie.

What? No, don’t you get it? It’s acne!

anursefirst:

Chris I got a great costume idea for you and it’s really easy too!

I can feel the embarrassing punchline already.

I’ll bite, what is it? Because it looks an awful lot like the Chicken Pox.

…and I’m not dressing up as a form of the herpes virus, sweetie.

What? No, don’t you get it? It’s acne!

fuqspace:

You’ve Got the Con: THE STAR TREK ONLINE FAN CONVENTION IS ON!

When?: October 1st-8th
Where: http://youvegotthecon.tumblr.com
What?: You’ve Got the Con is an Online Star Trek Fan Convention
On October 1st You’ve Got the Con will open it’s cyber “doors” to the public for the first time to allow you, the fan, to connect, explore, and have fun like any other real life convention.
You’ve Got the Con is 100% FREE!!
However, if you would like to donate to help us with giveaways, prizes, programs, and graphics- you can purchase a "Badge Pack"  (Here)  You’ll receive a personalized Convention Badge to prove you participated in the first ever, completely online, Star Trek convention, a bracelet, a collectible star trek trading card, a small print from one of our artists and the code to play the Star Trek Dating Sim before it’s released!
What’s going to be there?:
Artist Alley
Art Show (Fan Art Contest)
Book Club
Concerts
Gaming Rooms
Masquerade
Role Playing Panels
Viewing Rooms
Contests
And More!…
Would you like to be a part of Artist Alley?
You’ve Got the Con would like to have as many artists as humanly possible! If you are interested in showing off your work (Please Message Us Here) for guide lines. 
Would you like to be a part of the Book Club?
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Would you like to be a part of the Concerts?
You’ve Got the Con would like to have as many fandom playlists as humanly possible! If you are interested in showing off your work (Please Message Us Here) for guide lines.
Contests:
For list of contests, please see this post.
We hope to see you soon! LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!

fuqspace:

You’ve Got the Con: THE STAR TREK ONLINE FAN CONVENTION IS ON!

When?: October 1st-8th

Where: http://youvegotthecon.tumblr.com

What?: You’ve Got the Con is an Online Star Trek Fan Convention

On October 1st You’ve Got the Con will open it’s cyber “doors” to the public for the first time to allow you, the fan, to connect, explore, and have fun like any other real life convention.

You’ve Got the Con is 100% FREE!!

However, if you would like to donate to help us with giveaways, prizes, programs, and graphics- you can purchase a "Badge Pack"  (Here)  You’ll receive a personalized Convention Badge to prove you participated in the first ever, completely online, Star Trek convention, a bracelet, a collectible star trek trading card, a small print from one of our artists and the code to play the Star Trek Dating Sim before it’s released!

What’s going to be there?:

Artist Alley

Art Show (Fan Art Contest)

Book Club

Concerts

Gaming Rooms

Masquerade

Role Playing Panels

Viewing Rooms

Contests

And More!…

Would you like to be a part of Artist Alley?

You’ve Got the Con would like to have as many artists as humanly possible! If you are interested in showing off your work (Please Message Us Here) for guide lines. 

Would you like to be a part of the Book Club?

You’ve Got the Con would like to have as many fanfics as humanly possible! If you are interested in showing off your work (Please Message Us Here) for guide lines. 

Would you like to be a part of the Concerts?

You’ve Got the Con would like to have as many fandom playlists as humanly possible! If you are interested in showing off your work (Please Message Us Here) for guide lines.

Contests:

For list of contests, please see this post.

We hope to see you soon! LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!

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tricorders-and-hyposprays:

With the door shut, Leonard felt a little more at ease.  No one but Geoff would see him. And that would make two living souls who had seen him outside of his own people.  He pulled his tunics off, laying them aside on the nearby biobed and passed his finger over the jewel in his ring.  

The wings phased, becoming solid, and he slowly unfurled them.  The marginal converts arced gracefully over his shoulders and head.  The long, iridescent primaries draped down to the floor behind him, looking like a large shawl around him.  It was obvious, by the sheer mass of the wings at his back, that the wingspan would be impressive.

And Leonard stood in the midst of the wings, looking both sheepish and a little shamed.  ”I wanted to tell ya.  Wanted to tell Jim, too.”  When he shrugged, the wings twitched a little.  ”Anythin’ you wanna know, just ask.  Not gonna keep anythin’ else to myself now.”  He had nothing else to lose.

drmbenga

As Leonard was removing his shirts, Geoff was pulling on a pair of gloves so he could conduct a thorough examination. He wasn’t truly prepared when Leonard’s wings appeared. Being a doctor out here on the edges of space made him pretty unphased by most things, but this was unlike anything he could have thought. They were simply wondrous to behold and even moreso on Leonard. It was odd seeing something foreign like this on such a familiar face. He had these this entire time? It took a moment before Geoff could collect himself.

"I’ll keep that in mind, Leonard. I’m going to first check on the feather condition." From the literature he had read, the quality of the feathers were a good indication of overall health. Since he knew the Leonard had a fairly clean bill of health, it should give him a good baseline to start with. As Leonard’s primary, he needed to know what exactly ‘healthy’ looked like on him.

With the greatest of care, Geoff started making a thorough examination of the different types of feathers at key locations. It gave him a good spread as well as helping the doctor familiarize himself with how the literature on the anatomy of Terran bird wings fit with Leonard’s own.

tricorders-and-hyposprays

drmbenga
"Leonard. I understand that you are experiencing insomnia."

notaweaponspecialist:

drmbenga:

notaweaponspecialist:

"Yeah, I’m experiencing insomnia alright. It’s been several days since I last slept."

Geoff raised a brow in concern. “Is this due to over-work?”

Leonard shook his head. “I don’t think so. It’s just that I just don’t feel tired at all.”

"Hm." Geoff immediately took out his medical tricorder. "I will have to look into this then, Leonard. Until I get this figured out and you can get some sleep, I’m taking you off of active duty."

TAG GAME: CHARACTERS WHO SHARE THE SAME PERSONALITY TYPE AS YOU

If you don’t know your personality type, take the test here.

Tagged by: I was tagged by curearainyday

Rules: Find out what characters share the same personality type as you here and list the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you tagged them!

MUN TYPE: INFJ (Still don’t think it actually fits, but it was the result of the test)

INFJs are private, preferring one-on-one friendships to crowds, and often quiet about their own feelings. They are often thoughtful, artistic, and wise, and prefer to operate behind the scenes.

I tag: Nobody because everyone I was going to tag has already been tagged as far as I’m aware.

boldlygoanddammitjim
"Hot damn!" (lmao)

tricorders-and-hyposprays:

drmbenga:

"Leonard, do you need me to check your blood alcohol level again? Because I think we know what happened last time."

"You know me too well," he laughed.  A sucker for sweet teas, in general, Leonard had never really indulged in the spicier counterparts.  He just didn’t have the tolerance for them.  

He settled, hip cocked against the corner of the other doctor’s desk and watched the process quietly.  Leonard understood the need for humor in their situation.  Gallows humor.  It kept them sane when they wanted to scream.  Some handled the stress of death and deep space better than others.  One of his methods for handling his stress had been to bring his guitar along, and play it from time to time.

Few knew that about him, which suited him fine.  His quarters were essentially sound-proofed, so he could play and sing along without anyone being any the wiser.

"Y’know.. if I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a pretty good grasp on what it means to be Vulcan."  Not for the first time, he’d wished that Geoff had been on the ship with him during the Nero Incident.  It might have saved lives.  

drmbenga

"Well to be fair, the American South is quite known for its love of sweet tea. It was an educated guess." He had known a few people from approximately that area when he went to medical school in Starfleet. He hadn’t seen any since he went to study abroad in Vulcan. It was amazing how much he’d changed in that time.

"Medical practices and techniques weren’t the only thing I got from that internship." Geoff turned quiet as his attention focused on the tea. Undoubtedly his time on Vulcan was the highlight of his young adult life. Going into it, his idea of what it would be like was mostly put in place by the popular notions. Vulcans don’t have emotions, they’re uncreative, they’re boring, etc. etc. But he had been so wrong. Being among the Vulcans in such close quarters for an extended period of time allowed him to see all of the nuances that they had to offer. It had really become his home.

And then just like that, it was gone. All gone. Geoff had been away helping at a colony with one of his mentors when it happened. By the time he got the news, it was too late.

tricorders-and-hyposprays

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