Today I learned mandarin really compresses the number of characters an english sentence contains.
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Location: Med Bay
"When you've got a drunk hangover is when you finally reckon that you're 在一个十英尺深的坑的底部与一个五英尺高的梯子." Lionel stepped forward and grabbed Gideon to support his walking. He wasn't about to let the crew's only engineer accidentally ruin himself. The doctor was offering support, but in situations like these, you had to be more forceful, else shit just wasn't going to end up getting done. But from the looks of things, she wouldn't be able to help much of anyone with the state her office was in.
"Is there anything in here you absolutely require right now? Because if you don't need anything here, all we'll end up getting done is putting ourselves in a prim and proper place for the Alliance goons outside to come 扩大黑洞." The med bay was such an enclosed space that if the Alliance did end up getting in there, the only place to retreat would be back in the Engine Room, which carried all sorts of problems just existing at the moment. Of course close quarters is where he worked best, but he also had to worry about the might-as-well-be-dead weight that was Gideon. Today managed to find more and more way to cóng xiāngyān hé zhōng xīchū xiāngcháng.
Will be postin after work
Location: Justice Asylum
Well it looked like it was up to Mali to be the emotional anchor of this impending shitstorm seeing as she was the only one not totally ignorant of the situation at hand and a)in her right mind and b)not informed to the point of being able to have a freak out like Relic was right now. Things that could be pieced together immediately based on context clues was that this Valentine character was bonkers and worked for the big-ol conspiracy as some sort of hitman. There was a very small window that either of these facts were false, but the chance of that applying to either of them was so small that she didn't even take it into account. There was a reasonable chance that this chick was the one who killed Danica, and any further investigation into this particular topic would probably involve getting closer to her than either of them would be comfortable with.
All that was deciphered in about an instant. The bigger issue is what to do about the two women in front of her. Clearly they had to get the hell out of here ASAP so as to minimize chances of imminent death, but just leaving them to die didn't sit right with her conscience. Fuck. Mali's mouth twisted before she stepped over to the table and grabbed a pen and a nearby piece of paper that didn't look too important. Quickly she scrawled a bit of info onto a blank corner, ripped it off and folded it in half.
"Look," Mali began to speak, in hushed tones that came out as fast as her mouth could make them while still being understandable. "I know what I'm about to say probably sounds crazy-talk, it certainly did to me. But you're in grave danger just by being here right now. If you're lucky, you're going to start running into a lot of coincidences even if you try to keep your head down. Personally, I'd try to distance myself from that one. Neither of us have the time to explain this in depth, but if you manage to survive and want to take a trip down the rabbit hole give me a call and I'll try setting up something more secure." Mali offered the slip of paper to Dr. Kingston, and whether she took it or not, Mali would close Relic's laptop and hand it back to him.
"C'mon Relic, let's get out of here." Time spent standing around scared was time better spent not being in the danger zone. She didn't expect the doctor would take the paper or listen to a word of what she just said, but any attempt at gathering more allies/keeping people from dying was better than none. If they didn't want to take advice given to them, well that couldn't be helped. If Iris took the slip of paper, on it she would find the following information written inside:
Cyneburg
Location: Orc Cave
Interacting with:Ntaj
<<Thank you, Chief.>> Well that certainly ended the discussion. He clearly wouldn't want the group moving deeper into the cave, so she didn't even bother trying to bring up the stated mission for either of them being there in the first place. Stifling a yawn (she wouldn't be surprised if it was dawn already), Cyne motioned for Ntaj to follow her back towards the cave's mouth.
Overall she would consider this a net gain from the position they had found themselves in last night. A new (if borrowed) wagon, no need to try figuring out who to leave as a political hostage and not having to worry about relying on the hospitality of a powerful group that wanted you dead. Yes, everyone was tired from their rude awakening and Sana was unconscious, but at least one of those problems would get sorted out within the next few days.
I completely forgot who we were waiting on for what.
Carla Lobo
Location: Outside
Have you ever gone for days without drinking any kind of fluids? Imagine the inside of your throat: cracked, hot and tender. Your skin feels like a desiccated husk: the discarded remains of corn skins left out in the sun; now brittle and colorless. The inside of your mouth is not so much the entrance to the body's digestive system, but a biological reconstruction of a desert: sandy with nary a drop of water to be found. Through the haze of delirium you find a pool of water just a few second's walk away, your entire body screams to just run for it, but you know you have to hold yourself back.
This was about the same level of restraint Carla had to maintain to just not shoot somebody right there, let alone maintain a cool facade. Of course, while most people didn't have much experience denying their body's craving when it was sending signals that strong Carla was a professional who had been trained for most of her life to have the mental fortitude to handle much greater stresses than being backed up.
Wait, was that? No it couldn't be. But it was, if there was one person Carla would never, ever mistake for somebody else, it was Genevieve. What was she doing here? What would she think if she saw her here with the Alliance, presumably about to arrest and/or kill everyone she lived with? The cold expression on Carla's face cracked with doubt and nervousness. The assassin averted her eyes to anywhere else in the hopes that Gene wouldn't notice her gaze. Jahosafat if you intentionally set this meeting up like this, I will rip out your toenails while you sleep and jam them into your esophagus.
Cyneburg
Location: Orc Cave
Interacting with:Ntaj
It was probably all sorts of taboo for many different reasons, the first thing Cyne thought upon seeing all the bones scattered about was how to avoid wasting them. There were all sorts of useful tools that could be made from bones like this; the large, sturdy anatomy of orcs meant that a lot more could be done with them than most other animals that could be found in a forest like this. Spears points, fish hooks, needles, knives and so much more could be salvaged from here, but more likely is that they'd all be buried, which was the proper thing to do. That did not stop the detached mindset of the druid survivalist from kicking in.
<<Mist rolled in from the forest and skeletons began to attack everyone. They were easily dispatched, but then the skeletons began to explode, and the bone shrapnel was highly destructive. Ultimately one of our number was forced to erect a great wall of ice in front of the mouth of the cave to stop them from getting any farther, at great cost to her own health. The wall has managed to hold up against the explosive skeletons, but can probably be cleared away without too much difficulty.>> Sure there was a lot more that could be said, but the Chief probably didn't want a full debriefing at that very moment. Those were the important bullet points he'd likely immediately care about. She would see how he reacted to that news before going ahead with any potential requests.
(OOC: Because I don't feel like translating any more I've decided to pull a handy-dandy system for representing languages other than Common easily out of my butt. Replace quotation marks with the following sets of symbols:
<<>> for Orcish
[] for Dwarven
{} for Elvish)
Location: Justice Asylum
"Most of it's too carby for my diet aside from the odd cheat day, but it shouldn't be too much an issue at the moment. Although I suppose you were asking if I liked it. I like it in small amounts, but the amount that food like that is usually presented in knocks you out for a week." Mali turned her eye towards the odd guy who walked in and asked to see 'Cynthia.' His accent indicated that he clearly wasn't from the area, or even the same country. It was definitely European. German perhaps? The name certainly reinforced that hunch. Whatever the case, they were cleared to go see this Dr. Kingston.
A piece of Mali's mind was relieved when she saw the mess in the room. Yeah there were scraps of paper everywhere and one of the two women here was grinning like she was possessed by some trickster spirit, but compared to the horrors of her imagination, it was all very tame. Maybe it was the fact that she was living in South California, but she noticed a sharp increase in the number of attractive women she had been running into since moving to Justice, not that she was complaining. And oddly enough, a lot of them seemed to be more significant than one would initially think. Let's see if this trend continued to hold true.
Location: Engine Room
Little Gideon had a concussion, eh? Lionel had suffered one of those before when certain business deals ended up going less than smoothly. Funnily enough, he couldn't remember exactly what caused that concussion or what he did while out of sorts. In fact, the only reason he knew about the concussion was because Marsha had told him about it after waking up after the fact. That he remembered because it was one of the rare times she wasn't being a total nuxing gou. She had a big plate of breakfast and a great big smile on her face that seemed to fade when she saw him get out of bed.
Wait a shuǐdào dǎjiāng minute.
Distracted by the internal outrage thoughts about his ex-wife usually brought up, Lionel nodded his head in assention when Dorothy told him to stay with Gideon. He followed behind Gideon and Dorothy as they left the engine room, not because he had any particularly powerful urge to avoid the now inevitable Alliance reaming that was en route for the crew, nor because he may have shared Dorothy's altruistic urge to catch the engineer if he fell (although if Gideon did fall backwards, Lionel would probably try to catch him), must for the far simpler fact that he had just recovered from a back injury and the aches from this most recent ship crash did not leave him in the mood to walk any faster than absolutely necessary.
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