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Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii @Witch Cat *points at the portion in blue of the Altsoba Update and awaits the PMs*

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@Lady Amalthea I'll send out a PM to some lucky person for Nora tonight :)

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Will be posting tonight. Spent my morning running over the city looking for my medication.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@FantasyChic Basically what Lady A said. :) Dorothy was designed to be a sort of a hybrid of John Watson in BBC Sherlock and Bones from Star Trek. And given that she knows Gene doesn't have any formal medical training, she doesn't want anyone under foot. Too many cooks spoil the broth and whatnot.

Edit: Oh, and Gene's first comment brought drama into the med bay, something Dorothy cannot stand while she's trying to save a life. She doesn't like it when people are in the med bay when she's working lol

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Witch Cat *glances up from chemistry books*

You best. :P

*returns to homework*

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Med Bay

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Dorothy kept her composure, watching as the medication began to take some effect on Anisa. It kept her from the throws of a seizure, but with the rising heartbeat and rapidly falling blood pressure, Dorothy couldn't help but feel the situation was grim. She accepted the gun and vial from Atticus, the last of the activated charcoal going into Anisa by means of the nasogastric tube. She opened up the chamber of the gun, careful not to touch anything. Biting her lip, Dorothy sincerely wished she had some knowledge of chemistry.

It was a rookie's mistake to think that high heart rate and low blood pressure were symptoms of one another, but Dorothy found herself scratching her brains. Back in her days of service, Anisa might have been allowed to die, as others were treated to. It was either that or they'd pray to have some sort of life support system in place. Scratching her brain, Dorothy recalled the makeshift treatment she'd used at home on her father. Salt. But with the unknown poison in Anisa's system, she couldn't be certain what it would react with.

"This is either our toxin or our antidote," Dorothy mentioned, and her face visibly fell as Gene pranced into the room, using the passive aggressive tactics of a lonely child. She grit her teeth slightly, hardly caring Gene's change of heart. "You can help attend to Lionel," Dorothy said coolly. "The last thing the Captain needs is a wu toh wu now circus in this med bay."

Dorothy quickly dashed over to the cabinets, digging through for the various medicines they had. There was a small amount of midodrine left, and she suddenly stopped, about to slap herself. Her mind had already gone into the field hospital mentality, and she quickly set up an IV drip for Anisa, one specifically designed for dealing with hypotension.

"Preacher, get me a vasopresser! It'll be in the drawer," Dorothy said, finishing up with the drip. She grabbed a needle, and without stopping to explain her actions to Anisa, drew a small sample of blood from her arm. She quickly readied the blood test, her hands steady despite the inner feelings of panic and fear. "Jackson, interrogate the joo fuen chse outside and see if he answers whether this vial has an antidote or a poison. Threaten him as best as you can."

She let out a deep breath, waiting for the results of the test, and continuing to watch Anisa's condition. If it continued to worsen and the blood test proved inconclusive, she'd have to make a judgment call. She'd use the vial. Dorothy, being an army medic, had never taken the oath to do no harm--and she couldn't let her dearest friend die without trying every option available to her.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Witch Cat @BlueSky44 @Pundii

Need posts from you three ASAP. I'll be checking post counters after my lab and dinner tonight, but it's been 5 days since the last GM update, for reference. You need to post every 7 days, or otherwise, notify me you'll need an extension. Please don't make me be a mean GM and remove any of you.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Terribly sorry for the delays! I'll have a post up after my lab and dinner tonight.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Vicinity of the Front Outer Wall (Lagrange St)

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Jack nodded, grinning at Tatiana. He didn't have much of a weapon to defend her with, but he'd find a way. Wheeling Sophia along, Jack followed the small group, noting that the same escorts from earlier were present. It was a little funny, how quickly Tatiana and he had been integrated into the group. Truthfully, he had expected the guards at the gates to send the pair of them back to the Mess Hall, rather than allowing them to rush blindly after the Russian newcomer.

He put a hand on Tatiana's shoulder and squeezed it gently, hoping to comfort her. "We'll find Davi, don't you worry," Jack promised. Smiling at her, he hoped to encourage her, but he didn't want to talk for her. If they were going to stay in Newnan, then it'd be crucial for Tatiana to be able to communicate. Flustered or not, he had to let her do it. He smiled awkwardly at Sophia as well, feeling almost like he'd abducted the girl, taking her on a random tour of Newnan. "Sorry 'bout going all ovah," Jack apologized to her, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

At the shots, Jack instantly sprang into action. His eyes darted over to Tatiana, and he grabbed her quickly, diving to the ground. It was muscle memory, instinct, the training of the police academy still in him. He tried his best not to panic, but he couldn't help but feel this entire place had been a trap. Here they were, being shot at, and he didn't have a weapon to defend them with. His mind flickered to the ring he had started working on, in order to propose to Tatiana.

He desperately hoped they'd both be alive at the end of the day, so he could use it.

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Dans La Rue

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Éd's eyes widened a bit, seeing Svetlana aim the gun at his head. Didn't she realize that he could've easily traded her away, rather than Amelia? It was a big risk he was taking, going with her over the girl that understood some French. He frowned, figuring that one of the knocks on Svetlana's head must have knocked a screw loose. He sighed, already weary with the weight placed on his shoulders. He'd have to teach her everything again, essentially skills like...smashing open a can of baby food against a rock. He rolled his eyes at Amelia's comment, having already written her off. She'd be disposed of just as Félix had been: in order to ensure his own welfare.

He turned around, and winced when he saw those ugly as hell bangs. They'd definitely have to go, if he was going to let them take Amelia instead. He could hardly stand the sight of them. Édouard practically gasped as he heard the man speaking French, his heart warming instantly at the wonderful world he found himself in. A tear came to his eyes and he wiped it away with his hand, entirely forgetting about the fact that he had just attempted to sell Amelia as something akin to a sex slave.

"Qui êtes vous?" Édouard asked, his voice filled with awe. He didn't have any idea what the leader of the group was saying, catching only a few words now and then. In his brilliance, Édouard realized that the leader must have been named Eden. With Svetlana and Amelia mentioning the name as well, he felt entirely satisfied. "Ah, zut alors! Je ne parle pas anglais. Je ne vous comprends pas." It was perhaps the nicest Édouard had ever been, and with a bit of a shrug, he headed over towards the group of gentlemen. He couldn't imagine a fellow Frenchman causing him any harm, especially if he learned of Édouard's surname. The Rivieres were feared back home.

"Je m'appelle Édouard," he said, holding out a dirt covered hand to the Frenchman. "Et vous?"

Translations

Dans la rue = In the road
Qui êtes vous? = Who are you? formal inquiry, not the familiar inquiry
Ah, zut alors! Je ne parle pas anglais. Je ne vous comprends pas. = Ah, shit! I don't speak English. I do not understand you. Again, using the more formal "you" word.
Je m'appelle Édouard = I call myself Édouard.
Et vous? = And you? again, the more formal version

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@Nallore I see the criminal life runs in the family :P