@t2wave, I realize my post does not address all questions in yours. This will be mitigated. The reason is dual: on one hand, addressing everything would've taken too much of in-game time and I preferred to let you intervene. On the other hand, it was 2 am. So, mitigated, yes.
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@t2wave
"Very good." The labcoat said matter-of-factly. He typed it into the handheld UI, and waited. The girl could see a red rectangle through the half-transparent screen. "Odd." He tried again, with the same result. "Am I typing this correctly? T-A-R-N-E-T-T-E? Maybe without the E." After a few tries, he pushed at his glasses impatiently, and looked at the droid. "Which room is she from?" While the bot was processing the question, the nurse suddenly excused herself and left. He watched the girl for a few moments, then apparently decided to lighten up the mood.
"Please excuse her," He said, making an exaggerated gesture towards the fleeting nurse, "It's all because I'm not a real doctor." He then attempted at a sly smile. It looked as if he had never seen one before, and someone explained it to him over the phone.
"Very good." The labcoat said matter-of-factly. He typed it into the handheld UI, and waited. The girl could see a red rectangle through the half-transparent screen. "Odd." He tried again, with the same result. "Am I typing this correctly? T-A-R-N-E-T-T-E? Maybe without the E." After a few tries, he pushed at his glasses impatiently, and looked at the droid. "Which room is she from?" While the bot was processing the question, the nurse suddenly excused herself and left. He watched the girl for a few moments, then apparently decided to lighten up the mood.
"Please excuse her," He said, making an exaggerated gesture towards the fleeting nurse, "It's all because I'm not a real doctor." He then attempted at a sly smile. It looked as if he had never seen one before, and someone explained it to him over the phone.
@ViolentViolet
For someone who regenerates fast but feels all the pain of her wounds, Anastasia is quite good at ignoring a broken rib and a stab in the back. A cracked rib means breathing is painful, a smashed rib (which is the case at this point) makes breathing almost impossible without painkillers. A stab in the back that touches the liver or kidneys makes a grown man faint from the pain. If it punctures the lungs, it's the same like the ribs only worse. Puncturing the heart is instant death. Since Anastasia is so skinny, there isn't much to hit other than internal organs.
How do you explain this?
For someone who regenerates fast but feels all the pain of her wounds, Anastasia is quite good at ignoring a broken rib and a stab in the back. A cracked rib means breathing is painful, a smashed rib (which is the case at this point) makes breathing almost impossible without painkillers. A stab in the back that touches the liver or kidneys makes a grown man faint from the pain. If it punctures the lungs, it's the same like the ribs only worse. Puncturing the heart is instant death. Since Anastasia is so skinny, there isn't much to hit other than internal organs.
How do you explain this?
@t2wave
The infirmary, once probably large enough to contain four separate examination stations separated by foldable walls, was now so cluttered with medical equipment and machinery that the staff had to crab-walk to get from one end of the room to the other. There was still a desk with a computer unit near the door, as well as a few chairs. The rest of the room looked like a folded-up arcade saloon, only slightly creepier.
The girl who was led into the room was greeted by a mixed staff. There was a robotic guard permanently stationed behind the door, a nurse who looked like she does not really want to be there, and another man. Though dressed like a doctor in a long white robe, there was something a bit off about him. First, his white lab coat was made from an unnecessarily sturdy material, and its pockets were filled with various tools and electronics instead of medical supplies. There were protective goggles on his forehead. The general impression was that he was a doctor for the robots. Second, his face, while inconspicuous in itself, seemed to be completely numb, like a realistic mannequin. He looked quite young, his expression unfitting of his age.
The man gave her a long look through large round glasses. Eventually he lifted a transparent UI screen from the desk, and tapped it a few times, the screen blinking into a different picture each time.
"Please, have a seat." he gestured towards an examination table. His voice seemed distant, devoid of emotion. "What is your name?"
The infirmary, once probably large enough to contain four separate examination stations separated by foldable walls, was now so cluttered with medical equipment and machinery that the staff had to crab-walk to get from one end of the room to the other. There was still a desk with a computer unit near the door, as well as a few chairs. The rest of the room looked like a folded-up arcade saloon, only slightly creepier.
The girl who was led into the room was greeted by a mixed staff. There was a robotic guard permanently stationed behind the door, a nurse who looked like she does not really want to be there, and another man. Though dressed like a doctor in a long white robe, there was something a bit off about him. First, his white lab coat was made from an unnecessarily sturdy material, and its pockets were filled with various tools and electronics instead of medical supplies. There were protective goggles on his forehead. The general impression was that he was a doctor for the robots. Second, his face, while inconspicuous in itself, seemed to be completely numb, like a realistic mannequin. He looked quite young, his expression unfitting of his age.
The man gave her a long look through large round glasses. Eventually he lifted a transparent UI screen from the desk, and tapped it a few times, the screen blinking into a different picture each time.
"Please, have a seat." he gestured towards an examination table. His voice seemed distant, devoid of emotion. "What is your name?"
@Peaceless That is slightly subjective. Edith is athletic, lean, with a B cup at most. Why?
Oh, no reason. Just wondering. Yep, nothing suspicious here.
The show the white haired girl was putting on was becoming more and more horrible in Ezekiel's eyes. It was proving an awful point too: Some (not many, he hoped) of the guys in the program have no problem hurting people, children even, if asked. He was nauseated, his aversion to violence in a struggle against his social phobia. Eventually the former won.
"Hey is this really necessary?" He shouted, standing up from his seat. "What's the point in getting hurt in a demonstration?". His voice became weaker at the end when some of the eyes fell on him. He scowled.
"Hey is this really necessary?" He shouted, standing up from his seat. "What's the point in getting hurt in a demonstration?". His voice became weaker at the end when some of the eyes fell on him. He scowled.
@Sep@Peaceless
Then let's say Edith has gone ahead to be examined.
Cool. But I prefer not to respond until everyone got their first post in.
By the way, is she hot?
We need the captain to move. With all due respect, this is forcing the game into another two-week halt. I suggest NPCing the captain for this time.
Ah. Yes, that too. Got it.
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