06-30-2016, 07:45 PM
(06-30-2016, 07:32 PM)Umbra Wrote:// well its... i dunno anymore(06-30-2016, 07:18 PM)achroma Wrote: *the A window is broken at the scene, aswell a knocked out intern in the basement next to a broken safe, with old pages of writing*
*the pidgon cops and looks at umbra. a message is sprawled on the side. It says "don't be late for the interview"*
"...Interview?"
State climbs up the stairs with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. He's still wearing the power armor suit.
"Thanks, State..." Umbra graciously accepts the mug and immediately drinks from it. "Ow. Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen you outside of that armor. Do you ever take it off?"
"It remains on my person as long as I am on duty."
"Right... SPeaking if which, I'm back to normal, so... Might want to call Sarge later." He takes another sip. "...You know anything about an interview?"
"Yes. A clay automaton delivered a message to our doorstep late last night. How did you find out?"
"A little bird told me. Literally." Umbra raises the blinds enough to reveal the pigeon. "Think it might be dangerous?"
"I would be careful, yes. Especially with the black Anomaly still at large."
"Right... Anyway, how about I go to this 'interview' and you go tell the Sergeant that I'm okay?"
(06-30-2016, 06:44 PM)Rahizel Wrote: // remember the ship crew?
*in the hospital aboard the station there's about a dozen avali crew from the Cursor, all with visible signs of acute radiation poisoning. The military grade chems in their system ward off death, but by the looks of them they have met a worse fate, the engineering crew is simply so horrifingly disfigured by the mass cell death irradiation causes their appearance alone can induce severe nausea, not to mention the smell of rot. Against all odds they're joking with one another, even the albino captian of short stature, who has the least deterioration but consistently coughs blood joins in*
A(satirical): Ey cap'n, ya tink command gonna get us new faces after all dis?
CAP(fake seriousness): Doubtful, they will more likely assign everyone to cleaning duty. You'll know the floor is clean when you cover it in vomit from seeing your reflection a bit too well!
*laughter from most of the crew who are still conscious*
// you'll have to give me a bit for a response... I don't really know how, exactly, to respond to this. I'm not sure whether you're looking for cures or something, and I don't really know how hospitals and doctors work since I've never really been more involved in medicine than being on the receiving end of wisdom tooth surgery.