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 Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) 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.”

Rotten, Dawes thought. She wished her old friend, a Pakled named Grustle, were here–he was an expert on all things rancid.

“What about your… other half,” she asked Morton.

“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

Get a hold of yourself thought Cadet Baptiste. He began doing one of the mental exercises he was trained in during therapy for his Ménière’s disease he noticed Cadet Dawes sit up and reach for her head. Seeing she seemed to be okay he turned his attention to Ensign Morton Que se passe-t-il au diable ? he thought in French.
Hearing Cadet Dawes snap in a harsh bark a question to Ensign Morton, and knowing that someone; he believed it was Cadet Lenwa report the emergency to the bridge, he spotted a young NE Cadet Brin Hadley, starting to evacuate “You,” he said in a firm and commanding voice “go and fetch the emergency medical kits and bring them to me A.S.A.P.!” Must work through the nausea and dizziness he thought ** we have a real world emergency going on.**

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

“Keep calm, Ensign,” P’Mala said. “Help is coming.”

P’Mala took to her feet and walked to where Cadet Baptiste was. NE Hadley had returned with the medical kits.

“Can I see your tricorder?” P’Mala asked.

NE Hadley obliged, and P’Mala cautiously aimed it at Morton–the tricorder beeped in her hand.

“Your vitals… they look alright, though there are some strange energy signatures coming from the area,” she said. “Ensign, what happens when I ask you to try moving a toe or kicking your feet?”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

OOC: Just remember, you can’t Auto another persons character, including the NE’s they create. The GM is able to say what happens however. In the same vein, It’s up to the GM to tell us how Morton’s vitals are, they may not look alright. I know you are simply trying to move the story along, but we let the GM tell us the consequences of our actions in a Main Sim.

IC: The Badge on Cadet Lenwa’s chest came to life, the voice of the CO coming through.

=/\= Cadet Lenwa this is Captain Rhodes, acknowledged, we will send requested aid immediately. =/\=

There was a pause for a moment, likely the CO giving orders that couldn’t be heard.

=/\= Cadet, make your report, what is the situation we are dealing with? =/\=

Captain Rhodes, CO

OOC: When you reply to this post directly, try cross posting your answer to the Main Sim - Bridge thread as well like I have done here. You can edit the post a bit too to fit the area you are in, as I have done.