Planet Of The Rapes: In-Character

[That_One_Guy]

Garian sighed, eyes closed, his hands tightened on his rifle as he looked at the hole, it was close to the medbay, but the hole was a little small. He put his rifle down and grabbed the nearest junk object to place on the hole, his face back to being stern, "Alright, lets block this hole up." He told him.

[Hurati]

Nodding, Hurati grab a nearby metal scrap that looked long enough to fit sideways over the hole and placed it above of the dresser that Garian had placed. Raising his torch and leaning back slightly, Hurati started welding the scrap into place.

[kitsune106]

Kit has to sit down. she's tired.
(-2 to medical skill due to extreme stress and things getting to her until she gets some rest)
"OKay... who needs urgent medical aid?"
she asks, slowly, trying to make sure she is focused.

[Gorbaz]

Halina slips off the gurney, landing on her feet. She staggarred a couple of steps and put her hand out to brace herself against the wall, still feeling dizzy, and her world spinning, if only for a few seconds. The doctor, Kit, had slumped down, looking tired. Shaking her head to clear the spots in her vision, she staggared toward the medical bay door and grumbled to herself "Can't hang around here... ship's banged up... gotta get to work..."
(-2 to engineering skill - clouded vision and light head trauma)

[Hurati]

Hearing a clatter behind him, Hurati notices Halina staggering out of the medbay. Turning to Garian, who is working intently, He says, "I'll be right back, Have to make sure we don't lose some one." Garian doesn't reply so Hurati just shrugs and heads toward the Chief Engineer. "Hey, Halina." Hurati notices the somewhat dazed look on her face and adopts a worried look on his own. "Are you ok?"

[Gorbaz]

"Huh?" Halina looks up at the familiar face of Hurati, blinking rapidly to try and clear the vision in her left eye, but to little effect. "Oh. Yes, I'm fine... just need to... get to work" Halina took another faltering step and had to lean against the wall to stop from collapson. "Stupid bloody vision..."

[Hurati]

"Easy there, what work? I managed to kill the fire in the engine room and close the hangar doors. Garian and I are trying to patch up the hull. And the backup generator is providing as much power as it can. Whos idea was it to allow 100% power input but 25% output on that thing anyways?" He asked

[Gorbaz]

Halina slumped against the wall and wiped a hand across her face. It definatly helped clear up her vision, but the fact that there was still some blood there wasn't a good thing. 'Blood is red, my fur is red. Nobody probably noticed' she thaught to herself. "Can't just stay here. Need to do something... fix something.. anything!"

[Hurati]

'I don't think she heard me.' thought Hurati, 'she shouldn't go to far in her condition anyways, it seems like she has a concussion.' Putting a hand on Halinas shoulder, Hurati smiled and said, "Listen, I know you want to help even, no, especially when you are injured. But I tried that and ended up almost dying. Kit was saying something about some of her medical machinery not working properly. Why not fix those? That way you can help and you are near a doctor if you don't feel too well."

[Gorbaz]

Halina heard Hurai's suggestion, and nodded. It was logical. She was here, broken things were here, adrennalin injections were here. Probably wouldn't need them, but still, handy. She turned to head back in to medical, but stopped, leaning against the door. "Ugh. I'm so stupid! Can't work without tools... must get my tools." She went to cratch her left ear - it had been bothering her for a little while now, feeling havier that the other one, and not working as wel.. Pain flared up as she realised there was a cut in it. "Bollocks"

[Hurati]

Hurati turned to leave but noticed that Halina had stopped, slumped against the doorway. 'I still need to help Garian', thought Hurati, 'But I need to make sure she's not running around.' Turning back he said, "Something wrong?"

[kitsune106]

Kit slumps down, exhausted. "I... need... a break..." she says, then stands up and promptly collapses, too exhausted.

[Hurati]

Hearing a noise from inside, Hurati says, "Hold on one sec." And takes a peek inside to see that Kit has collapsed on the floor.

[Danalthar]

Jack automatically runs to Kit. He picks her head up, fits a pillow under, covers her in a nearby labcoat and says good night.

[Lalicore]

Thaylor stirs, strewn half-in half-out of her bunk, her head resting on the cold metal floor, her hair and the white fur on the back of her neck matted in some sticky, half-dried substance. She blinks several times, waking herself and slowly evaluating what's going on around her. A quick check of all her limbs and extremities shows her to be mostly intact, though her head feels like a baseball after a grand-slam. She attempts to struggle to her feet, only to find that her lower-half is pinned beneath a section of wall paneling. She slows down, wondering how she managed to overlook this, and takes stock of her situation again. She's pinned in naught but her undergarments, and she has no means of levering the paneling off of her. She spreads her hands out, crawling them along the floor around her and under the bunk, hoping to find something of use- but what's that?- She finds, remarkably intact, a comm unit. Fiddling with the various settings, she sets it to all channels and hesitantly calls out for help. "Err.. Hello? It's Thaylor on all channels... I seem to be ahh... trapped in my berth." She finishes lamely, nibbling at her lip slightly. Hoping to get some handle on her situation, she feels around her head, rubbing her hand in the gooey substance and bringing it to her nose. She quickly identifies the substance (and reassures her assumption by a quick taste-test) as blood, probably her own. Feeling along her scalp, she brushes her hand against an open wound- the brief contact sends white-hot pain signals frying along her nerves into her brain, causing her to yell out. She sighs, concluding that there's really no way out of her situation solo, and deigns to send a few more distress calls out before subsiding into an ill-advised dose. Possible Concussion + Sleep = Nono. she thinks to herself just as she dozes off.

[That_One_Guy]

As Garian finished with the breach he heard over the intercom "Err.. Hello? It's Thaylor on all channels... I seem to be ahh... trapped in my berth.". Upon hearing this, Garian sighed. "Great." He said, he knew where the person was at least and started on his way, picking up his rifle as he did, his fingers clutching it before he slung it on his back, his face going from stern to sympathetic as he reached the door and knocked on it, "Hey, its Officer Garian, if your still conscious say something!" He called into the room, his black gloved hand on the door handle.

[Lalicore]

(i'm assuming we're not following a take-your-turn-posting pattern.)

Thaylor swims slightly into consciousness long enough to give a sleepy half-mumble assent before dozing off once more into her near-coma induced weariness, her hands flap feebly as if to grab at something and she manages a sleepy mumble of "Help" before her cognitive abilities fail her once more.

(this post seems lousy, no? i hope it's an adequate response.)

[That_One_Guy]

(Everyone is either asleep or dead, i'm assuming the latter.)

Garian opened the door and saw her there in her underwear and pinned with a head wound, "All shit." He sighed, holding his rifle in his left hand from the butt while his right hand went through his hair. He cracked in his neck and slung his rifle onto his back before lifting the berth off of her and sliding her out from underneath it before letting it go. He then picked her up in both of his arms and started back to the Med bay, humming a tune as usual to keep himself calm.

[Danalthar]

Jack watches Garian walk in with Thaylor. "OH! OH OH OH OH OH! Put her on the Gurney!" He hobbles around excitedly, picking up a needle and thread.

[That_One_Guy]

He looked at Jack and nodded, putting her on the gurney, "There ya go, mate." He said and leaned against the wall, tired from the long day.