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cradleproject2016-07-15 10:30 am
WEEK 6 - Investigation
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE ![]() CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6) |
friday (?) survivors ![]() Friday comes, and with it, another alarm. At 10:00 AM, a chaotic, dark song plays, more explicitly sinister in tone than previous alarms. As usual, it refuses to stop until you exit your room. The atmosphere seems to change as soon as you open your door, as if you have been left out of something cataclysmic; you feel compelled to explore. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_ |



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Jack shifts closer to the door, though he stays behind cover. This is fairly familiar territory for him, and he's immediately starting to fiddle with the gun on his arm to change the settings. ]
God dammit, someone got the turret? Points for taste, but—
[ He makes a sharp sound, then looks to Dorian as he approaches, then the other two. ]
Gotta take that thing out before we even go in there, kiddos. I've got my gun, but if y'all have any brilliant ideas, would sure like to hear them.
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[she's not as calm as she's trying to make herself sound right now. she'll take a second at least to shoot jack an apologetic look—when they get this sorted out, she'll take a look at it, if he wants.
at least dorian's got a barrier up.]
If we have a barrier, we can get the bodies out of the way and try to stop the shooting—and fast, or we're all gonna end up like Swiss cheese.
[she's got an idea, at least.]
Fumi-Fumi, you can freeze stuff, right? That might do the trick.
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[ Harold's got it. As Dorian's barrier settles into place, Fumi's just going to nonchalantly step into the medbay and walk over to that cabinet, one hand reaching for her cellphone from her jacket pocket. She'll sigh over bruises later.
That hand glows blue, and then there's a brighter blue layer of ice springing out of apparently nowhere to cover the cabinet itself-- something like a very thick shield between the turret and them. ]
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What've they done? Don't tell me we have three --
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Okay, so just for reference, since some people here aren't familiar with guns? Using cryo on it? Yeah, that doesn't disable it. Might want to keep your shield or-- Or whatever it is up, bucko.
[ Though now that he's not going to be the action hero of the day, he's pressing his hand back to his side, though he hisses out a pained noise. ]
And grab a damn medkit or something while you're in there! That's why I came here in the first place.
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[she'll give jack that much assurance as she steps further into the room for the first aid supplies. she can help jack out and keep focused on the investigation at the same time.]
We might have three. First, we're going to have to move Light's body to see what's underneath.
[she'll shoot a look to fumi, because it'll be quicker if they split the duties here, and science ladies gotta work efficiently. so her attention will turn back to jack, and she'll sigh pretty heavily. she'll help, if he lets her.] What happened to you?
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It's not at full power, but we've probably got at least an hour.
[ But she'll join Dorian over by Light('s dead body), tucking her fingers under it with very little fanfare. ] Help me lift it. We'll have to drag them all out anyway.
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Also, Jack and Harold are shit outta luck, because it looks like the bandages, gauze, and pain relief cream are all stored in the cabinet with the turret.]
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[He will reach to help lift light out of the way of Clover. Is she dead...?]
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See to him if you want, but the guy just ate a friggin' clip full of bullets. If he's still alive, he's not gonna be for much longer.
[ Apparently Jack is especially charming today... ]
But no, it's not fatal. Just got stabbed. It's no big deal. I get stabbed all the time. Came here to stitch myself up, but noooooooo, this is just not the week for anything to go remotely well.
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Looks like you're out of luck until we get our bullet friend out of here anyway, everything we need is still behind the ice. [she's not amused, but if it's not fatal, he'll just have to deal with it.
that just means with another sigh, she'll turn back to helping dorian and fumi, at least. she can't move much at all, but at least she'll recognize who it is easily enough.]
Clover—All right, come on. Group effort, we have to see what's going on under here. [so once dorian lifts light enough for her to squeeze on in, harold's first order of business is to look for a pulse. it wouldn't be the first time someone wasn't actually dead, after all.]
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[ That's also really not surprising at all, finding Clover under there, and while Harold's investigating to see if she's actually still alive, Fumi will turn her attention to Light. Anything strange about the body beyond the... probably absurd amount of bullet holes? ]
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Light's full of bullet holes, but there's nothing else about him that seems immediately off.]
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[Just assuming Harold reacts in some way to the pulse. He's still helping move Light out of the way, but once they've moved the body off of Clover, he'll go to set it down to help with Clover instead.]
We'll need to get a healer. And destroy that thing, so we can get to the supplies.
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So, when in doubt, phone a friend. ]
Hey, Alice. Ya listening?
[ Jack looks up towards the ceiling, though that's just idle, since he's hoping that Alice will indeed respond. ]
Could use a little assistance here if you don't want a few more bodies. Can you turn that thing off? Or, hell, I'll take any suggestions to just get it to stop shooting for a minute so I can get into it myself.
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[With a beep, the turret powers off.]
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[ "Satisfactory"... ]
So we've got two dead, one partially alive-- someone go get a healer or a doctor or whatever. I want to investigate this further.
[ Possibly tear her dress up a bit for bandages if she must. Just in case the ice takes awhile. ]
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[And with that he's fade stepping out of the room, probably hitting Jack with a blast of a little ice on his way. Serves him right for standing uselessly there.]
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[ Jack is pretty exasperated, but his thanks actually does sound halfway genuine. For Jack, that's doing very well. Though since Dorian had insisted before leaving, Jack will at least head back to the Hancock's body to check it out. He groans as he shifts to kneel, since that definitely does not feel good, but, hey, he at least checks for a pulse. ]
How dead are ya, buddy?
[ you can tell he's an optimist ]
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...buuuuut judging from the number of bullets in him, probably not.]
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Or not.
In the meantime, Fumi's turning her attention back to Light for a more thorough investigation. She'll give the actual room a look-through once the ice has melted a little more and she's sure she isn't missing something past all the blood. Any bruising or injuries not caused by bullets? Too hard to tell? ]
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[ Jack stands again, though while Fumi is investigating Light's body, Jack is going to head over to check out that turret. Anything strange about it? ]
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The turret's compact, portable, and definitely not infringing on any sort of copyright at all. There doesn't seem to be anything strange about it.]
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You're not going to need me to bandage you, are you?
[ ... to Jack, even as she moves around the room now, checking to see if anything appears out of place. She knows this damn medbay by heart now. ]
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