Dr. Josh Nichols (roleplay)

Seeing the door causes my brain to short-circuit for a brief moment, because I've seen so many things I thought were impossible, and that is the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Errrrrr." Speechless, but I still try to answer you. A shy little wave. I am here, and here is... mind-boggling.

// Hope to be more active on here from now on, since the dear doctor will be back for season 2.

-- where you're not needed, but wanted. I have never found that, except for a few fleeting moments, hook-ups, shallow.

You seem to have something deeper. This ship provides something deeper. A home and family and purpose.

I want that."

"I have to return to the past because I have a job there, duties. You have duties here, which means you belong here too, but I also imagine you have duties in your future.

Maybe it's the military in me, but I believe that we belong where we are needed. It would be nice to belong to somewhere --

I'm doing my best to keep my excitement under wraps, but I can't quite keep the smile off my face, my eyes wide as I'm trying to absorb every detail. Even the quiet of the turbolift, and I have to clamp down on a chuckle as I know that engineering will NOT be quiet.

"It makes you fight that much harder for their care. Not everybody has an advocate like you. Your patients are very lucky. Your interns too. I've seen students come and go, but your team is impressive."

*There are a thousand questions I want to ask, or facts I want to spill, but I channel that energy into following orders and doing as I'm told*

Chair of Neurosurgery at Bronx General Hospital
Ex-Military
Not cold, just competent.
Pre-shipped

"I'd say our odds are more like 60/40, but you've proven me wrong before."

Scalpel is held by #Agent

-- aspect of my psyche that Spock's logic has helped me to progress beyond.

It's easier to make friends knowing I won't have to permanently say goodbye to them."

"I think this era is fascinating, beyond all the knowledge I'm not allowed to learn. I'm a neurosurgeon, not an anthropologist, but the society here is so diverse and yet cohesive. I observe, as an outsider, reluctant to create social bonds knowing my intention is to leave.

It's an irrational --

If I wasn't a germaphobe before, reading the ship's logs certainly has made me one. Sex pollen and psychic slugs. Not to mention robots so realistic that only a scan would detect then. I'm still not convinced you're not an hallucination, so I'm looking forward to tangible proof.

*excitement suddenly turns to doubt, at the thought of chaos and of death, which turns to anxiety. So many thoughts and feelings in such a brief window of time, holding my breath in anticipation*

"I do what I can to improve a patient's mortality and quality of life, but you have to deal with them when they're awake, and find out what they really need beyond the obvious, sometimes beyond the physical."

Yeah. Time And Relative... Dimension in Space? Bigger on the inside, apparently. Much like The Library. Everything cool ends up there. I was almost a Librarian, but I wanted to go into medicine instead.

Follows, in full golden retriever mode. There's few people I get like this around, more of a lone wolf, but once I latch onto someone I can be a bit intense. I'm just excited to learn from a new perspective.

"I would say that any time spent with you is making the most of it."

"It's getting harder to hold onto hope that I will get back home, so I feel like I should make more of an effort to here and now.

And if The Library's doors are compatible with the ones on this ship, Spock pointed out that I would have the choice to return here.

I've never been good at R&R."

"One or two, but they're both Doctors. They've both crossed lines to help their patients, so I think they'd be mad at me for not exploiting this situation to become a better doctor. I do miss them. I wish they were here, to tell me what to do."

Well, since I'm from another era, I had to get scanned to make sure I wasn't carrying any harmful pathogens. Should be easy enough to add an MRI to your work up. These machines are amazing.

I'm used to the chaos of field hospitals, but the way he runs his Engineering Department is too hectic for me. Yet he always makes it work. He's a genius. Not surprised if you know him. He's probably invented a new physics that stretches into the past and future.

"If I were to return, it would be far too tempting to exploit the medical advances of this era. I wouldn't be able to come back here as a doctor, but as a friend. That's unlikely."

It feels like it's now, or never.

Dr. Carsen is looking into tracking the TARDIS' logs to find me, and if he is able to establish a door, hypothetically I could return whenever I wanted, I just need to know it's possible to get home first.

I have to take a beat to recover from the compliment.

"It's efficient. Studies have proven how music like that actually helps you to work out harder, push yourself further. I do enjoy efficiency, although, watching you work, I'm starting to admire effectiveness over efficiency."

That's fantastic. Don't tell Doctor McCoy, but I've figured out a few of the medical instruments on the Enterprise. I know I'm not allowed to learn any medicine from the future, but a scan is a scan. It's so cool to see technology change, even if biology hasn't, mostly.

Scotty told me that the TARDIS navigations are unreliable at best, but I really hope there's a record, although that's probably like looking for a needle in a haystack. Or an... artron in all of space.

"That's good. Sometimes people need that change, that fresh start so they can move on. I wonder if I'm doing the right thing, staying here until I can get home. Might be too hard to leave, once the time comes."

Glad to hear it. You're going to have a blast with Doctor Carsen, once you get him here. I can't wait to pick his brain. He has written so many papers, on so many things. Man is a genius.

"I should probably make more of an effort to meet them all, but I can not afford to make bonds knowing I must break them. I have to focus on getting home. I can't get too used to this place, or the amazing people here."

that it likes to dock at. The Enterprise is usually more of a happy accident than intentional.

The idea of regeneration is fascinating to me, especially since the personality changes but the memory remains.

The archives indicate it was the tenth incarnation. I can't fathom living that long.

The Enterprise has a file on him. I was pretty disoriented when I first arrived, and by the time I pieced it together he had gone. If I had just been a little quicker, smarter, processed my situation sooner, he might have been my ticket home.

As far as I can figure out the TARDIS has a few ports