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the lyric prompt meme

HOW TO PLAY:

♪ Comment with your characters.
♪ Post to other characters with lyric prompts and, optionally, a picture to go with it.
♪ The lyrics can come from any song you like, or, hell, you can just link some instrumental music as well. Just so long as there's a song.
♪ Threads happen! Tears are shed.

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Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
Live a life less sedentary
Live a life evolutionary with me
Well I hate to be a bother,
But it's you and there's no other, I do believe
You can call me naive but...
I know me very well (at least as far as I can tell)
And I know what I need

With their five year mission edging closer, McCoy has been closely monitoring Jim's progress. Coming back from the dead is no easy feat: he feels like Victor Frankenstein and Jim is his monster. Poetic, but mildly horrifying considering the damage that maniac caused.

Thank God he hasn't started exhibiting any homicidal urges yet, otherwise they'd all be screwed. McCoy feels like there is enough danger waiting for them out in the depths of space without having one from within.

So wherever his friend goes, there's a faint whirl of medical equipment buzzing in his ear. If Jim wants to see him as his conscience with an inclination for whiskey or just some annoying Southern gentleman sticking pads on his face in order to read his vitals, that's up to him.

He's been letting this go on for a week since he's been let loose from the biobed, acknowledging the constant hum of a tricorder being ran over his forehead every two minutes. It's understandable - being in a coma for god knows how long (was it really only weeks?) - is enough to have any medical professional worried about his vitals, doubly so for a medical professional that was his best friend.

Except that Bones keeps getting in the way. Trying to talk to a girl? Forget it, there's Bones making some comment about his heart rate. Trying to sleep? Well enough, except when he gets woken up early with a sensor being placed on his cheek, and his chief medical officer looming over him. Dr. Frankenstein? Never quite a more apt metaphor for this particular situation.

"Bones. I swear it, if you don't get that thing off of me, I'm going to beat you in the face with it."

Something has changed within me.
Something is not the same.
I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game.
Too late for second guessing
Too late to go back to sleep.
It's time to trust my instincts,
Close my eyes,
And leap.

"I never pegged you as the type who liked musicals, Jim." McCoy drawls under his breath, though he doubts that is the case. Ever since he made the mistake of sitting next to Jim Kirk in that goddamn shuttlecraft, the younger man had this annoying habit of following him around.

This was supposed to be an evening with his daughter before he left on their five year mission but... well. Ex-wives who can take entire planets in divorce proceedings are not women to be trifled with, so that plan fell through. He never should've mentioned it to him.

"This sounds awfully familiar."

Smirking, Jim cut the player off and took back the earbud he had gotten Bones to put in his ear, "I don't." He thought the whole concept of them was amusing if corny but, being a fan of music itself, he could understand how some people would appreciate them. He had learned about this one way back when he was younger and had a little crush on a girl that was into musicals from the 20th and 21st century (in the end, she liked theater more than Jim).

He had mostly forgotten about this one in particular until it was brought up in one of his history classes at the academy. It had only been covered in the course of one class but he found the damn thing stuck in his head days after. He would never admit to personally understanding the sentiment in it but, considering Bones' plans had fallen through, he thought it would cheer him up. Or at least distract him.

"But it reminded me of you. You're Glinda. My good witch."

HIGH, HIGHER THAN THE SUN
YOU SHOOT ME FROM A GUN
I NEED YOU TO ELEVATE ME HERE
AT THE CORNER OF YOUR LIPS
AS THE ORBIT OF YOUR HIPS
ECLIPSE
YOU ELEVATE MY SOUL
I'VE GOT NO SELF CONTROL
BEEN LIVING LIKE A MOLE NOW
GOING DOWN, EXCAVATION
I LIE IN THE SKY
YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I CAN FLY
SO HIGH
ELEVATION (x)

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leonard "bones" mccoy | star trek

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sorry if i'm slow, i'm trying to ease back into playing him again

it's all good! i haven't played jim in ages either, so i understand

i'm so sorry but jim has to troll bones with this song.

damn it jim. and sorry if i'm slow, the muse is a little rusty gfkld

no worries!

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