Posted by Cadet P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

Posted by Cadet Johnathan Baptiste (Doctor) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

Posted by Cadet Taya Lenwa (Security Officer) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

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Some sort of iridescent black goo had seeped all over Morton’s boot and within seconds he found himself in a very strange situation: He was only half there. The upper half, to be exact. And one arm. He was stuck in place, unable to move, with only one arm free. Where the lower half of his body (and the bottle) went was a mystery, but the ensign’s emotions were not: the fear was etched deeply in his eyes.

“Okay everyone, s-s-stay… c-c-calm…”

~Mischief Maker

After a second or two of shock, Taya’s training kicked in. She tapped her comm badge.

=^=Cadet Lenwa to bridge. We have a possible hazardous substance situation in cargo bay 12. We need hazmat and a medical team forthwith.=^=

“All right, everyone, clear the bay right now! This is an emergecy situation.” Taya felt odd giving orders, but there was no time for rank protocol now.

Cadet Taya Lenwa - Security

Cadet Baptiste was knocked back hard causing him to land unceremoniously on his Coccyx. “C’est quoi ça” he cried in French. Just great, break my toe, and now I bruise my tailbone he thought. His emergency room training quickly kicked in and he began to look around to assess the situation. He saw Cadet Dawes laying on the deck across from him. He heard the chirp of a comm badge and that was when he realized he had a loud ringing in his right ear, and a wave of nausea and dizziness hit him. Just great what a time for my Ménière’s to kick in.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

The first thing P’Mala Dawes felt was the cool floor against her cheek–then a blurry light–then a dull chaotic roar of shouts and voices and movement–and a bright pain in her head. The room swam around her as it all came into focus.

She sat up, and touched the back of her head, which sent a hot shock of pain down her back.

The deck was clearing–she noticed Cadet Baptiste on the floor, and heard Lenwe’s voice calling to the bridge.

She didn’t know what to think of Engisn Morton–her brain blocked everything out and she focused on his terrified face.

“Ensign Morton, status report!” she said, a harsh little bark to her voice. “Are you alright?

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

OOC: I’ve started a Bridge thread and cross-posted the comm there. I note all my sim posts with ‘Main Sim’, so you’ll always know what threads are a part of the action.
IC:
Morton let out a bitter chuckle. “Sure, just fine.” He scrunched up his nose as a smell began to permeate the space. “Ewww, is that strawberries? Smells rotten.”

“I can’t move my lower body. It’s like it’s not there. Everyone keep some distance. Find a tricorder and get readings. Something. Anything.” He could give orders, sort of, until someone else showed up but right now he didn’t know how exactly to tell a bunch of cadets that he had no clue what to do.

~Mischief Maker