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[Daniel] Day 20: Getting Back on Task (open tag)
With things more or less, back to normal, Daniel resumed the briefing minus a few additional bodies. He knew that Molly was tending to Tara, and that May and Chris had presumably gone in that direction as well. Rodney was working on finding a way to dampen down Tara and hopefully the Doctor would be able to provide assistance in that endeavor as well. Faith was assigned to Isabel duty and he trusted that Molly and Chris would be able to keep an eye on May. As helpful as the young woman and the Winchester boys had been thus far, he still wasn't ready to lower his guard completely.
"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.
"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."
"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.
"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."
[Ethan] Moments in Captivity (no tag)
Brilliant minds, perhaps, but too stupid to realize that they were expendable. All their research would have been downloaded and transferred to the central computer at The Tower the moment the alarm was triggered. It would be easy enough to find another scientist to continue their work.
Ethan knew this. He knew that this was how it was in this sort of field. All of it political and every step could be in the wrong direction and it could be your last. They signed away their lives when they signed on with DHARMA – literally. You didn't leave until DHARMA allowed you to leave; richer perhaps but not the same.
No one left the same as they did coming in.
"If we want to get out of here, we are going to have to do it ourselves," Ethan said, rolling his head to look at Sakai and Wilson. He would *never* consider them colleagues. They would never be on par with him. "Carlson helped himself. That little bitch helped Gevalia, no doubt, and then it was every man for himself. We fucked up and didn't manage to get out."
"We were trying to contain the situation," Wilson argued.
"You were exploring the world of astral projection via a little touch from that cunt, Daisy, Wilson. The only situation you were containing was likely blubbering in the corner and trying to figure out if she'd killed you or not."
Wilson's eyes narrowed, some would say dangerously, but Ethan wasn't afraid. "Perhaps so, but we did find out a great deal of information about their defenses and their abilities while we were incorporeal. What did you do, Rom? Other than piss and shit your pants?"
Inwardly Ethan seethed and twitched. He'd already added Hayden to his list of those who would get what was coming for them. "I have my own means to handle things."
"And what does that mean?" Wilson snarled.
Ethan merely smiled.
Even his colleagues didn't know about all of his experiments. Even Carlson didn't know about this one, the reverse-trigger programming. He'd been hoping to perfect it, to polish the edges, and then to apply it to the weak minded ones back at the beach: Harry, Shannon, Zoe, maybe that annoying little girl and the crusty old bastard too. But it was still in its rudimentary phase, and it was about to be tested early.
Unperfected as it was, Ethan didn't know what would happen. But it had been several hours since he was supposed to say the trigger word; several hours to say the word that would stop the subject from following through on planted commands instead of vice-versa.
It was his security.
And soon, he would see how well programmed it truly had been.
Ethan's only regret was that he hadn't truly fine tuned it. He honestly had no idea what precisely it would do. He didn't know how much Sakai's little experiment had left of his program intact. (And I still want to kill the bitch for that.) Ethan didn't know if he still had a program.
But he would know very soon.
[Boone] Triggered (open tag)
Boone awoke.
He didn't think of himself as Boone. He didn't think of himself at all. One moment he lay quietly on a hospital bed, in a space of nothingness, brain and thoughts barely functioning. The next, he came awake, thoughts filtering across his brain as synapses fired. Boone sat up, eyes blinking, seeing but not seeing.
Swinging his legs off of the bed, he moved with simple ease for a man who'd been limp and motionless and unresponsive for days. The cold of the floor did not bother him.
He walked to the door, opened it.
A figure stepped into his vision. It spoke, but Boone didn't process the words. He moved, acted. With skill and ease, as though he'd done so all his life, he attacked the figure and in a few moments it was on the floor. Dead or unconscious, Boone didn't know.
Boone didn't care.
He kept the cane.
Walked into the office and directly to a file cabinet. Opened the third drawer. Reached in the back and removed the locked box. Dialed the combination. Removed the gun and ammo. Loaded the clip. The position of his body and the shadow of the drawer blocked his every move from the security camera.
If there had been a camera on this room, but Boone didn't know that.
Boone had a purpose, a greater purpose and it was about to be fulfilled.
He followed the sound of voices. Walked into the room with voices that smelled of food, raised the gun and promptly began squeezing the trigger.
[Ripley] All Hell part 2 (Open)
Then instinct kicked in. She looked down at her hand and saw the red blood, already it was disolving her clothing where it spread. She looked behind her and was glad it had only splattered a table and two chairs as well as the floor by the fine smoke rising as the acid worked. No people. Thank goodness.
Rose was on the floor infront of her, but she was looking about, confused. The Doctor was hunched over Rose, but already rising to his feet.
Ripley struggled to stand. It was akward, but she ignored the pain. Her group/family/hive were in danger and needed defending.
She grinned. It wasas if her face were frozen in that terrible grin, a showing of white teeth, and a hiss escaped.
She crouched and sprang, past the Doctor, past Blaise and Scott, one leaping bound, two, another hit, her leg crumpled, but not before she'd swiped the gun from Boone's hand and bore him down with her. Her clean hand wrapped around his throat, and her own blood dripping onto him.
(Up to players to decide if she splattered anyone on the way. No idea who else may have been hit)
(frozen comment) [Megabyte] All Hell part 2 (open tag)
He lay on his back, gasping. Megabyte's hand clutched his shoulder and he felt wetness beneath him.
Around him, chaos reigned.
(frozen comment) [Scott] All Hell part 2 (open tag)
Ripley raced past him. Her fury was nearly palpable. Scott reflexively threw up his shields as the emotional storm gained momentum. Ami's horror hit him, and then pain exploded in his side.
The next thing Scott knew he was on the floor clutching his blood-soaked side with one hand. Ami's telepathic shrieks for him and Megabyte resounded in his head.
It was too much. Scott choked off his link with Ami and retreated to his emotionless Algeiban side. There he could assess the damage the bullet had done -- it had pierced his side and his small intestine -- while looking around for Damon. The redhead lie on his back about 10 feet away. Blood seeped from under the hand clutching his shoulder. (He won't bleed out. I could. Me, then Ami, then him.)
Scott listened. The shooting had stopped. He connected mentally with his sphere in his pocket and began mending the torn blood vessels. (Stop the bleeding. The rest can wait.)
(frozen comment) [Quentin] All Hell part 2 (open tag)
Looking around he saw Boone waving a gun and spraying the room with bullets. Ripley ran past him, and in her wake he felt a burning sensation on his ankle. /What the hell?/ he thought, bending down to see what was burning him. Another bullet whizzed by over his head, another one that would have connected with his head had he not moved. This one hit Damon in the shoulder.
"Damon!" Quentin yelled as he got to his feet.
Unfortunately Quentin's luck had run out. Just as he reached Damon where he lay on the floor, a bullet slammed into Quentin's back, the force throwing him to the floor beside Damon.
/Owwww.../ was Quentin's last thought before the world went black.
(OOC - Any mystical/technologically advanced healers, please don't work your mojo on Quentin, I have ebil in mind. If someone is going to do first aid on him, drop me an email and I will tell you what will be seen.)
(frozen comment) Redirect
(frozen comment) [Kenzaki] All Hell part 2 (Open)
She wasn't paying attention. She'd gone on instinct. Kenzaki attempted to pull her away from the guy, hissing as something dripped onto his arm and started burning.
"Ripuri. Ripuri. Please stop!" He didn't even attempt English. He wasn't sure he could even try.
(frozen comment) [Ripley] All Hell part 2 (Open)
But the human part heard and recognized Kenzaki's voice. He was part of the group/family/hive. Another soldier, a sister/brother. He was pulling her back. She felt no orders. No command to spare this one for seeding. Had he?
She tilted her head at an angle and looked at Kenzaki with almost flat eyes, but her grip on the prey's throat lessened, allowing the air to continue to scream.
*LET GO!* Command, male, grating. Not the smooth flow of feeling, of the emotions of the hive. Behind her she did feel emotions, fear, terror, the nest was in uproar. *RIPLEY LET HIM GO. HE'S DOWN. YOU STOPPED HIM*
Male thoughts. Male voice. Old. Ancient. Not the Queen. No... she had watched the Queen die. Killed the prince. No. This was old, male and ran over her mind like sandpaper, leaving it raw and bleeding in its wake.
But there was the sense of command there. This was a voice used to orders, a thought pattern of command. This was part soldier as well. Power and pain.
She looked once again to Kenzaki, something human slowly bleeding into her eyes.
"Fuck it hurts." Then she was down. Slumped over Boone, unconscious.
(frozen comment) [Isabel] All Hell part 2 (open)
The kitchen was chaos, but the shooting stopped as the woman with claws jumped on the guy with the gun and started throttling him despite what looked to be several bullet wounds. Isabel could only stare at the scene, frozen in the doorway, a look of shock on her face. Her mind flashed back to when she'd been shot, when they'd thought Max was dead and there was nobody to heal her.
There was a lot of blood on the floor.
Oh Max, if only you were here, she thought, wishing she could heal like her brother.
(frozen comment) [Mayday] This is NOT good! (tag open)
May tore down the hallways, practically running on the wall as she dived around the corner through the security door. As she emerged into the next hallway, her spider-sense went off to her right. She barely dodged the stray bullet in time, landing on the ceiling as the bullet lodged into the wall behind her.
When she saw the scene at the other end of the hallway, she nearly fell off the ceiling. "Oh, hell!"
(frozen comment) [Dean] This is NOT good! (tag open)
As he watched May, she suddenly leapt onto the ceiling to dodge what must have been a bullet.
"May, watch out!" Ok, so his warning was a bit late...
(frozen comment) [Megabyte] So Not How I Wanted to Start the Morning (tag open)
Ripley who had Boone pinned to the ground.
Megabyte did a quick inventory of the room, noticing that he wasn't the only one injured. George was bleeding and staring and swearing, and Scott's hand had that faint blue glow to it.
Ami was growing more and more disturbed by the minute.
Biting his lip and grimacing against the pain, Megabyte forced himself to his knees.
/It's all right, Ami. It's all right./ It wasn't, not really, but she needed to be calm.
His hand was wet and sticky and he tried not to wonder how bad it was.
It hurt like hell.
Megabyte steadied himself against a chair, a let out a low growl of pain as hot needles shot through his shoulder at the movement. (This fucking sucks!)
The world slid away from him; one moment he stared at the mayhem of the cafeteria and the next . . . something else: a young girl trying to grow up too fast carried a child while things only from a child's nightmare pursued her, chrome and black transformed into muscle and sinew as motorcycles shifted and changed into horses . . .
. . . the air shimmered across her skin, tingling and invigorating and a majestic castle rose in the distance . . .
. . . the girl, but not a girl, familiar and yet not sat in misery before a pale, etheral beauteous creature as words destroyed her heart more swiftly and accurately than any weapon could . . .
. . . Molly ran . . .
His head swam and his vision cleared. Megabyte found himself staring up at the ceiling again as he tried to make sense of what, how, and why he'd borne witness to Molly's -- dream? memories? fantasies? -- and tried to sit up again.
Megabyte's hand slipped on the slick floor and he slipped back down as quickly as he sat up.
The room tilted slightly as dizziness from bloodloss set in.
(Fucking island.)
OOC: I know that the Doctor and Scott are both tending to MB below, but I needed to get this post up first.
[Sam] Reacting (Open)
Since the only non-human cover was one of the overturned chairs, Sam reached for the nearest one. He couldn't make it without further exposing himself, and more shots were being fired and something was snarling. (Snarling?!)
That did it. Sam didn't care if he risked turning into a psycho like Max. He had to protect these people and most of all his brother, and he couldn't do it if he were shot. The chair shuddered, then slid to his outstretched hand. He scrambled behind it and took aim over the seat. The last thing he'd expected to see was Ripley, bleeding from multiple wounds, with one hand wrapped around the brainwashed guy's throat. Steam curled up from wherever the blood touched -- including the shooter. His screams were blood-curdling.
[Daniel] All Hell part 2 (tag Ripley, open)
He reacted instinctively, drawing his own gun and dropping to his stomach on the floor as the first shots rang out. A strong, commanding voice – his he thought, but Daniel wasn't certain – yelled, "Everybody down!"
The landing on the floor was cold, hard and jarring, but even so Daniel was leveling his gun to take a shot when something – no not something – someone came snarling and hissing through the air, a blur of motion and covered in blood, landing on Boone and taking him to the ground. Where the blood hit, the ground hissed and sizzled; Boone's skin hissed and sizzled and his screams were like nothing Daniel had ever heard.
Something sizzled near his ear. A faint tingle began on his shoulder.
His mind connected the dots automatically although he consciously didn't. A split second decision – he didn't have a clear shot without hitting Ripley.
Gun put aside, one hand jerked his shirt up and over his head, tossed to the floor beside him. The burning, searing in his shoulder would have to wait.
In another motion Daniel rolled and picked up the gun again – swearing because now Kenzaki was in the way.
Boone continued to scream, Kenzaki pleaded in Japanese.
Ripley was beyond reason.
(My kingdom for a 'zat,) Daniel continued to point his weapon. "Ripley!" He didn't think the woman could hear him, but he had to try.
[McKay] All Hell Pt. 2 (open tag)
Gun.
Unarmed.
Brilliant scientist.
Still, there were others, and reacting more on instinct than on self-preservation (which will certainly come later), McKay bolted out of the office and headed down the corridor back towards the kitchen at a speed that one sees only rarely.
No more shots. But the screaming?
Re: [Aiden] Reacting (open tag)
Then Ripley took him down and she was up, going for the dropped gun. All her nerves jumped as something burned her as she went past. No, not burn, splash. Something acidic.
She fought through the pain as she picked up the discarded gun and aimed it at Boone, not that it looked like there was going to be much left of him. He was down but she didn't even think about trying to get close enough to check his vitals. Not with Ripley going all wild kingdom. Aiden was cute but not stupid.
She hissed in pain as the acidic substance she hadn't yet identified burn her skin. But she didn't scream Stars past her eyes, she fought the urge to pass out.
[George] Sitting Ducks (tag Quentin, open)
George stumbled backward, tripped over someone and felt back against a table. She clutched at the table's edge, caught herself and stood up again.
"Son. Of. A. Bitch!" George bellowed, her voice lost in the general chaos, glancing down at the bloody ruin of another shirt. "Goddammit!"
The shooting stopped. George looked up. The shooter was down, Ripley sprawled on top of him apparently intent on choking the life from him. Others were down too. Damon and Quentin had both been hit. Several others were down as well, but by choice, mostly with guns bristling.
"Shit, George!" Blaise laid a hand on her shoulder. "Are you..." Blaise started to ask. His voice trailed off and George knew he was remembering who--and what--she was. Of course she was okay.
"I'm fine," George said. "Go help somebody who needs it."
Blaise nodded agreement. He slapped something into George's hand. "I'll do that," he said. "And you can help. Hold this. I'll have my hands full."
George looked down at the first aid kit Blaise had produced. She wondered where it had come from. How very Boy Scout of him to keep it handy. But Blaise was crouching down beside Quentin to examine his wound.
[Methos] Late arrival (tag open)
Methos was checking the lab room for supplies when he heard a distinctive click nearby. Why was someone loading a gun? And why now? Something didn't fit.
He picked up a shiny metal tray and approached the partially open doorway, angling the tray to observe the corridor outside. His first instinct was to check the security side, looking towards the main entrance, but nothing.. through the wedged open door to the next corridor though: Boone, now with a gun and looking so undetermined about anything that Methos doubted that he was even slightly "there."
Suppressing a groan, Methos retreated back into the lab and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now. Heroics weren't his bag, baby. Self-preservation all the way - and his sword was in his room on the other side of the facility in case. Boone.. another quick look showed that Boone was already gone. Bloody hell, an armed zombie on a mission. This was likely to result in bullets and rather a lot of pain. The majority of people in this facility were apparently used to dealing with such situations, so Methos would let them - clean-up was far safer, so long as they actually disarmed Boone before he got there.
Methos closed up the first aid kits he'd been itemising, grumbling when he realised that one was the big, bulky "hazardous duty" kit that had originally been sited next to the experimental drugs fridge. At least, it had plenty of saline and dressings -
Gunshots. Screaming.
He cursed, then ran.
[Jon] Medical response (tag first aiders, Aiden, open)
Armed crazies were all they needed, especially when the guy's sister was still sunbathing on the beach - if they'd done whatever the fuck it was they'd done to Boone to any of the girls too. (and Rodney's out there..) The fact that Ripley - quick to stop Boone as she was - was both unconscious and bleeding some kind of acid all over the room didn't help either.
Movement by the door made Jon re-aim his weapon, then click the safety off. "Doc!"
Pierson barely acknowledged him, eyes flicking over casualties as he deposited three bags on a table. "Who knows first aid and isn't too badly hurt? I've only got two hands and House is out like a light in Boone's room."
Yeah, and Boone's going to be out like a fucking light too, if I have anything to do with it, Jon thought, jogging out from behind the counter to unzip one of the free kits. Hazmat gloves?
"Uh, are these going to be good enough to pull Ripley off him without getting sizzled like the Joker?" he asked, throwing dressings, saline, cream, bandages to whoever was yelling for them.
"Excuse me?" Pierson frowned.
Jon pointed. "Nice lady with chemical blood burning through flesh, bone, the floor? He's not screaming for the hell of it you know."
The doctor paled a little, then grabbed the gauntlets and pulled them on. "Get anyone with burns out of any affected clothing and into the showers."
"And you're going to..?" Jon asked, squirting a tube of saline over Aiden's burns, wincing when she did. "Sorry."
"Get her off him and, uh," Pierson looked towards the edge of the room. "Use an upturned table to stretcher Ripley elsewhere before she burns a hole in it. You can get laughing boy to the showers, providing of course that anyone ever wants to speak to him again."
"Right, and those gloves are going to last longer than the concrete? I don't think so, and you're going to be useless to us if you can't use your hands. People have bullet wounds - let someone else do it."
"All right, all right," the doctor hissed, beckoning for two assistants. He carried on with the first part of his plan though, turning a table upside down and rolling the unconscious hybrid onto it as soon as volunteers presented themselves. The gloves both puckered and smoked where Ripley's blood touched them, causing Pierson to wince but not cry out as small holes appeared, and soon she was on the makeshift table. "Just get her clear, and don't touch." To Jon: "Are you still here? Get Boone to the showers!"
"Keep your head on," the teenager muttered, wondering why Pierson's expression flickered to dangerous and back again in a flash.. and why the gloves were still on. No matter, he decided, tying Boone's wrists with as much bandage as he dared - got to leave some for the others.
He shook Aiden's shoulder on the way to grabbing Boone's ankles - the guy might have passed out, but he was still dangerous. "C'mon, let's get that washed off. You can even help me strip the psycho."
OOC: Presumably Ripley will heal ok by herself
[Doctor] Medical response (tag open)
The Doctor had felt a stinging burn at the edge of his right ear as Ripley tackled Boon. He wasn't sure if it had been a bullet or Ripley's blood, but the reflexive action of touching the injury proved his fingers didn't burn. Bullet then, and it would most likely have missed totally had his ears been any smaller.
But Ripley was throttling a screaming Boone now. His eyes had been empty. He had touched and assessed the state of the boy's mind himself, earlier. Shock, trauma, withdrawl. Definately not in any shape to be find a gun and start shooting.
Kenzaki was trying to stop Ripley from killing Boone now, and she was not acting on her human side.
Ripley was an empath, not a telepath. But he might be able to use that connection. It'd hurt for both of them, though.
*Let go.* Oh yeah, acid across his mental pathways. Worse than human telepaths. *Ripley, let him go. He's down. You stopped him.* He used the same 'tone' he's used in battle, commanding troops and Tardis' alike.
Ripley slumped, Pierson arrive and managed to get her off Boone. She was hit, and bleeding, and he felt... helpless. His own gadgets would be destroyed by her blood. He didn't know anything about xenomorph healing. One simply didn't have the luxury of studying a species intent on killing or seeding anything it came across.
"Jon, Baking soda, kitchen. Neutralizes the acid. Messy foam, but can be washed with water." He spotted Rose getting up. "Rose, go with. Avoid any blood on the floor, specially smoking. Bring as much Baking soda as you can and give it to whoever's going with Ripley. Sprinkle it on the floor where she's bled. Tell them to put it on her wounds."
Now on to something else he could do. Damon was down, and Pierson was already at Quinten. Scott's hand was glowing blue. He was tending his own injury. Right, Damon first, then check Scott. George was up and moving, despite her injuries. Handy ability, that.
The Doctor crouched over Damon and checked his shoulder. He lifted him up to check the exit wound. Clean exit, but biggar than the entrance. Oh boy.
[Scott] Medical response (tag the Doctor, open)
"What the fuck?!" Scott gasped when he snapped back to reality. His side burned with pain, Ami screamed in his head, and a tempest of emotion surrounded him. Slapping his shield back up, Scott winced into a sitting position and craned his neck to look at Ami. She tossed and turned on the mattress but seemed physically unharmed. Mentally, though...
Walling off the pain from his side calmed Ami considerably. Since he wouldn't be able to maintain that while tending to the others he narrowed their link to a trickle. After sending Ami a pulse of love and reassurance, Scott turned his attention to the chaotic, bloody scene around him. (So much blood!) It helped him ignore the pain.
The Doctor knelt beside Damon, who seemed to be unconscious. Although Damon's shoulder wound wasn't life-threatening, he was losing a lot of blood.
Scott crawled over to the pair. The Doctor's ear was bleeding; a truly trivial wound in this context. He pushed the Doctor's hands aside and concentrated on Damon's shoulder. The bullet had passed clean through, thankfully. Healing the ruptured blood vessels took about 30 seconds. After he'd finished he met the Doctor's icy blue eyes. "I stopped the bleeding. Who's next?"
[Ami] Rude Awakening (tag Scott, open)
[Isabel] Somebody get some earplugs (tag Ami, open)
[Scott] The downside of a psychic link (tag Ami, open)
[Ami] The downside of a psychic link (tag Scott, open)
[Scott] The downside of a psychic link (tag Ami, open)
[Ami] All Better Now (tag Scott, open)
Redirect
[Faith] A Helping Hand (tag Jon, first aiders, open)
(Note to self, watch it if you spar with Ripley.)
The noticing of Ripley's blood brought Faith back from her singular stunned moment and she slid forward, scooping up Brain Pulp's discarded gun. The stinging, burning sensation was getting worse.
Looking down, Faith saw that her shirt, covered in a literal splatter of 'blood' was dissolving.
"Really starting to think that maybe I just shouldn't get dressed," Faith muttered, quickly ripping the shirt away from her body. She tossed the damaged bunched up scrub top onto a spot that was particularly heavy in Ripley's acidic blood, not knowing if it would help, but figuring that it certainly wouldn't hurt.
With a sweep forward, she grabbed up the Brain Pulp's discarded gun, ejected the ammo, and swore when she tried to tuck the gun neatly into the waistline of scrubs.
"Additional note to self, get some real clothes," Faith grumbled. Her skin was turning red in spots and blistering a bit; Slayer healing would take care of it, and she didn't have time to worry about the hurt. There were people down, and people hurt worse than she was.
Plus, you know, Acidic Blood.
"I'll help move Ripley," Faith announced, stepping up to the makeshift gurney. "Not real worried about the acid content." She handed the gun to Jon, "Find something to do with this, will ya?"
[OOC: Yes, Faith is topless (again). And braless. And, of course, not caring.]
[Locke] Playing medic (open tag)
Locke joined Jon and Aiden, being careful to dodge Ripley's acidic blood. The three of them and a few others hauled Boone and Ripley to the showers.
[McKay] Playing cleanup? (open tag)
'Acid. Baking soda. Base. High school chemistry.' At least McKay could help with that, though he was trying to ignore all the blood, the pain... and trying not to pass out with the emotion. Forget the psychics, he could feel it all; in a blaze of empathy with those around him, he wondered quickly what they must be going through. That, however, taken care of, he followed Locke now, a useless body in the aftermath of the fray.
He headed towards where the Doctor was now with a lack of being told to do aught else, following his instruction as per the baking soda. Take care of some of this... acid? Well, that's a turn off...
[Rose] Playing cleanup? (McKay, Ami, Shower crew, open tag)
[Jon] A Helping Hand (tag Aiden, open)
Re: [Aiden] A Helping Hand (tag Jon, open)
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