Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Main Sim - The Next Day

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Main Sim - The Next Day
The night, apart from the idea of disembodied spirits wandering the ship, was quiet. Tov’s vitals stabilized and a transfusion from Second Minister Maree helped. It was not particularly any ‘clock’ time that could be discerned or looked to for when the Gravenians might awaken, but they came awake quite normally, if a little eerily being within seconds of one another. All but Tov who was still recovering. Hone, the doctor, shook his head and rolled slowly off the biobed, blinking to get his bearings again.

“How is Tov?” he asked, shuffling over to where he was and trying to make sense of the readings above on the console.
- Wookiee

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the ship, Faye was gathering supplies for a return to the surface. Too many pieces to puzzle out, but there was a thread of excitement coursing through her. Planetside and a mystery? It was like a perfect day. So long as no one tried to take over her body or some such nonsense.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

OOC: Topic change to be more focused.
IC:

Maree shifted and rose a couple of minutes after Hone did, to find him bent over Tov.
“How is he?” she asked, her morning voice sharper and a bit gravely.
Hone grunted. “Stable, I think.”
“You think?” Maree retorted. “I need better than that.” She swung her legs over the edge of the biobed. “Can’t say much for the comfort of the bed,” she muttered.

Hone looked around. “Can someone translate the readings for me?” he called.
“And breakfast,” Maree added quietly.
- Hone/Maree