>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

What the hell?! You got a problem with my name?

>Take a peak. Do not remain at eye level while doing so.

I get on my knees and carefully spy around the corner. The corridor is pretty much empty, but there are six more doors. One to the EVA-hatch, one to the infirmary, one to the changing room, one to the kitchen and one to the escape pods and Area Blue 1. The last door, I can see there... Well I don'T really know what might be behind that one. The weird noises continue. I think it could be a man calling. Could also be something entirely different...

>>36194

Quietly sneak into the infirmary. If it's clear, lock the door behind you.

Sure, those noises could be a man calling out. Or it could be something that USED to be a man. If the former, he should be fine for the time being. If the latter, there is no need to meet it.

>Sure, those noises could be a man calling out. Or it could be something that USED to be a man. If the former, he should be fine for the time being. If the latter, there is no need to meet it.

I agree, even though I seriously don't think there's going to be any monsters here.

>Quietly sneak into the infirmary. If it's clear, lock the door behind you.

I get back to Dr. Otwin and together we sneak down the corridor as quietly as possible. Passing the EVA-hatch I catch a movement in the corner of my eye. Something's moving in there.

>>36215

Try to get a closer look at whatever is moving. Be ready to run like hell.

>Try to get a closer look at whatever is moving. Be ready to run like hell.

I look into the room and squint. It's dark in there. Suddenly he's right in front of me. The weird guy and he looks furious. He has this welding thing in his hand.
He starts to speak slowly.
"Back. Away. Now!"

Step away as he says. Hit the button to seal the EVA-hatch and run to the infirmary with Dr. Otwin.

>Step away as he says. Hit the button to seal the EVA-hatch and run to the infirmary with Dr. Otwin.

That should buy us some time. I hit the switch. "Run!", I shout and we start hustling down the corridor. Dr. Otwin groans. She must be in real pain.We dash into the infirmary and I shut the door from the inside. All my muscles are hurting. I've always hateed running and this time I had to support an older woman, too. I've seriously not missed the burning pain in my lungs.
I hear that noise again. It's distinctly human now, but muted. I look up. Oh right. I forgot that this infirmary doubled as a prison. The cells are made of transparent plastic and look quite airtight. In one of the cells there's a frightened-looking man and he's shouting. I don't understand a word. Dr. Otwin looks at me. "What was that all about? Do you know that weird man from before? Looked like he'd known you."

>>36802

Shrug, and mention it was just some weird guy from the shuttle to Solaris. Given how oddly he was acting, it is not impossible that he may have some idea what is happening. Or even directly involved.

Have Dr. Otwin lie down and rest, check out the guy stuck in a cell. Try and calm him down via intercom. If he has a medical chart, look it over before releasing him. Just in case.

>>36847
Dr. Otwin was on the shuttle too. She saw the weird man.

>Shrug, and mention it was just some weird guy from the shuttle to Solaris. Given how oddly he was acting, it is not impossible that he may have some idea what is happening. Or even directly involved.

>Dr. Otwin was on the shuttle too. She saw the weird man.

"He's that suspiscious man from the shuttle. I think he might be up to something. Maybe he'S even responsible for this mess."

Dr. Otwin seems to think for a moment.
"Oh yes. Him. Don't you think you're being a bit hasty in blaming everything on him?"

>Have Dr. Otwin lie down and rest, check out the guy stuck in a cell. Try and calm him down via intercom. If he has a medical chart, look it over before releasing him. Just in case.

"Maybe. But that isn'T important right now. You should rest a bit."

"Well I have been sleeping for a bit before... Can you handle this by yourself?"
She points to the prisoner.

"I think so. Don't worry, Doctor."

She hobbles to one of the two beds and lies down. It is obvious that her leg is causing tremendous pain.
I approach the cell. There is no medical chart here. But there is an intercom. I push the button.

"Hey! What's going on out there?! I've been trapped in here for HOURS!"

Iuse my calmest voice... which isn't very calm, really. I notice I'm trembling.
"Calm down. We're safe for now."

"Please let me out!"

I figure, since there's no chart, I'll just ask him.
"Were you put in here because of some kind of medical emergency?"

"Medi- No! I'm well. I was.. arrested because I got a bit... overboard. But nothing of this matters now! Get me out of here! Please! I have to leave this deathtrap!"

"What exactly did you go overboard about? I'm willing to let you out but given the current circumstances I have to be careful."

"What exactly did you go overboard about? I'm willing to let you out but given the current circumstances I have to be careful."

I say just that.
He looks a little embarrassed nas cratches his head.
"Alcohol... And I kinda hit the guy who told me to stop knocking my lights out. But I'm sober now! Really!"

I sigh. Why do the handsome kinds always have to be so useless?

The door opens and I spin around. The weird guy looks at each of us. "How about this: You three stay cooped up in here, while I get done with my business? That way you don't get in my way and therefore give me no reason to hurt you."

He is afraid and angry. I don't really know which of these two is stronger, but they both clearly show on his face.

"Or you could sit down and stop acting like a tough guy when the situation is so utterly FUBAR."

Try to act calm and confident, and prevent an escalation of hostilities until you can find out what this guy wants. Be ready to pull out the stunstick and hit the cell door release if he doesn't feel like talking civilly.

>>37246
He's scared, which means he can be reasoned with, but he's angry. You have to stand up to him so he doesn't think he can just boss you around.

"How dare you assume you have the right to hurt us at all? We're all in this together, like it or not, and threatening us is not helping. Now how about you quit playing the hero and realize we're all on the same side? Tell us what's going on so we can help."

>Try to act calm and confident, and prevent an escalation of hostilities until you can find out what this guy wants. Be ready to pull out the stunstick and hit the cell door release if he doesn't feel like talking civilly.

Good plan. I could use the backup.

>"How dare you assume you have the right to hurt us at all? We're all in this together, like it or not, and threatening us is not helping. Now how about you quit playing the hero and realize we're all on the same side? Tell us what's going on so we can help."

I say just that, but sadly I come a cross neither very calm, nor very confident. I'm sorry, but I can'T just switch of fear. And I'm very, very frightened right now.
He shakes his head. "'Playing the Hero'! Laughable! I know what you're up to and I won't have any of it."

With these words he fires up the laser-welder and cuts through the door controls on the inside of the infirmary.
Oh hell! What is he doing?!

>>37669
He's getting ready to catch a stun baton in the nuts, is what he's doing.

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>He's getting ready to catch a stun baton in the nuts, is what he's doing.

You're probably right. Whatever he's doing there can't be good. I quickly hit the opening mechanism for thecell and dash forward. Here goes nothing.

I run across the room right at him, swing!

And miss. He just sidestepped me. He punches the button for the door and it snaps close right in front of the flamboyant dude, who was coming to help me. With a desperate cry I swing again, but he ducks.

WHAM

I slump to the ground with a groan of pain. My stomach hurts like hell and I lost grip of the stunstick. Aaagh. It hurts. Oh help, am I gonna die? HELP!

I want to scream but my lungs won't listen.

>>37693
lady, you've just recieved a torso-level tazing. The best thing to do is attempt to flex your torso muscles all at once and then release them a few times- this will give you back control of your core area faster. Also, your ARMS should still work if it was a lower-torso stun like I think it was, zap his ankle. the fall will hurt him, weapon in hand like that

>lady, you've just recieved a torso-level tazing. The best thing to do is attempt to flex your torso muscles all at once and then release them a few times- this will give you back control of your core area faster. Also, your ARMS should still work if it was a lower-torso stun like I think it was, zap his ankle. the fall will hurt him, weapon in hand like that

I doubt that he zapped me. That's a bloody laser welding device we're talking about here.If he used that I'm a goner. Ugh. I can hardly breathe. Seeing my very dire situation I grab the stunstick to launch another desperate attack.

Crack.

"YAAAAAGH!" My HAND! AAAAhAAAAOW MY FUCKING HAND!!!

I need help! I need help RIGHT NOW! I can't beat hiM! I'm too... weak...

>>37707
well, can you kick the door button? manipulate it in any way?

>>37708
though, I must add, if you don't think you can, don't try, unless you feel like sacrificing another limb first to distract him from your doorkicks. it may be better to wait and see if he turns away for a moment or something.

>well, can you kick the door button? manipulate it in any way?

That's it! My only chance!
Using up my last reserves, I throw a kick up. O can't believe I actually hit. Then again, the button can'T really move out of the way, can it?
The door shoots open and I can hear someone shout something. Fighting above me. I'm dizzy.

...

I wake up on an infirmary bed. My whole body hurts.

>>37713
well, I haven't read your thread at all yet, so I can't help you out of combat. imma go read up, and then maybe go get breakfast.

> well, I haven't read your thread at all yet, so I can't help you out of combat. imma go read up, and then maybe go get breakfast.

What?
Ugh. I'm so confused.
I sit up to look around and immediately a stinging pain shoots through my hand. I look down. Looks like somebady just wrapped it up in bandages. My index finger is sticking out in an unnatural angle. Oh god. He broke my main hand. I feel tears running down my cheeks. Why am I so weak and useless? I had a weapon. Why couldn't I beat him?

It appears that the other two thought the same, because they apparently ditched me and moved on.

>>37750
Or he's kidnapped them and forcing them to do his nefarious will. Remember the doctor was injured just like you, unless she was forced into movement she'd be here just like you.

If your index finger is broke, you're gonna need to set it back into it natural shape before it heals crooked. Get some cloth to bite down on cuz that's gonna hurt.

>Why couldn't I beat him?

You aren't trained to fight. It's nothing to be ashamed of. However, should you wish it we can help you get better. We can teach you to be a one woman wrecking machine, and to Hell with the people who abandoned you.

For now, you need to fix your hand. Find a medkit, and carefully unwrap the bandages to see the extent of the damage.

>You aren't trained to fight. It's nothing to be ashamed of. However, should you wish it we can help you get better. We can teach you to be a one woman wrecking machine, and to Hell with the people who abandoned you.

You can do that?

>For now, you need to fix your hand. Find a medkit, and carefully unwrap the bandages to see the extent of the damage.

Guess I have nothing better to do. There is a medkit on the wall. I take it off and open it. carefully I unwrap the bandages.
Shit. Oh shit. why? I'm in tears, like never before. The indey finger and thumb are mangled. I think I'm gonna be sick.

>You can do that?

There's only one way to find out.

>The index finger and thumb are mangled.

Take some painkillers, and wash off your hand in lukewarm water. Are your fingers dislocated, broken, or utterly useless barring surgery?

>Take some painkillers, and wash off your hand in lukewarm water. Are your fingers dislocated, broken, or utterly useless barring surgery?

I... I don't know. I can hardly look at them. I don'T want to move them either.
I hgo over to the sink and let some water in it. The cool water makes the fingers hurt. My teeth are grinding hard on one another as I carefully rub the crusted blood off of them. I can'T help but scream a few times.
The pain killers! Right! I can'T even think straight. The medicine is locked away behind glass. I rest my head against the cabinet for a few seconds. My body is shaking.
"Hey! You're awake!"
It's the voice of that colourfully dressed guy, who was locked in the cell before. I open my eyes and there he is. He has my stunstick.

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>>37773
Congratulate him on his colourfulness. Ask him what he's been up to lately.

>Congratulate him on his colourfulness.
I couldn't care less, at the moment.

>Ask him what he's been up to lately.
"What did you do, while I was out?", I ask him.

"Dr. Otwin and I searched for a way off this station. We found an escape pod, that hasn't launched itself into space. But it seems to be malfunctioning. We also found another survivor, but she won't leave the pod. Looks like that lunatic who almost whacked you cut his way into Area Red. We were going to have a look around down there, but I wanted to check on you first. How are you doing?"

>>41126
Tell him to take a look at your fingers, but be careful, Geezas.

>Tell him to take a look at your fingers, but be careful, Geezas.

"Could you... take a look at my fingers?"
He grimaces. "You took the bandages off... Uh, well... I'm no doctor. I don't really know what to do. You'll just have to wait until help arrives."
I face the wall again, squeezing my eyes shut. Suddenly I hear something shatter and jump back. The colourful guy raises his left hand apologetically. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He takes a little bottle of pills out of the smashed cabinet. "Want some Ibuprophen?"

He's cute.

Sure, have some drugs.

>He's cute.

I know, right?

>Sure, have some drugs.

Yeah, anything to alleviate the pain.
"Yes, thank you."
He takes a pill out of the bottle and puts it into my left hand, then he puts the bottle back into the cabinet.
With a mumbled "Wait a sec" he goes to fetch me a glass of water.

I throw the pill in my mouth and flush it down.
"Thank you", I press out through my teeth.

He looks at me with a compassionate look on his face. "You should lie down and try to sleep. He roughed you up pretty badly."

Fuck sleep! I do not trust him! See to it that you correct your fingers! Delicious pain!

>Fuck sleep! I do not trust him! See to it that you correct your fingers! Delicious pain!

I don't know which hole you climbed out of, but I sure hope there aren't more of you in there.
I'll get to trying to fix my hand after the painkillers started working. Thank you very much.

>>41268

Bah. Pain is just weakness leaving the body.

>>41271
technically it's temporary weakness entering the body, which may or may not get better. pain is generally a signal of permanent disability in any situation outside of exercise.

>Bah. Pain is just weakness leaving the body.
>technically it's temporary weakness entering the body, which may or may not get better. pain is generally a signal of permanent disability in any situation outside of exercise.

Please, guys. I know what pain is. I'M EXPERIENCING IT QUITE VIVDLY RIGHT NOW.

"Are you alright?"
He looks very worried now. I must've been deep in thought.

>>41298
It's a simple equation.
The more dire and irritating the situation, the more the voices in the orb will argue semantics to buy time for other voices to actually come up with something.

>>41295
>pain is generally a signal of permanent disability in any situation outside of exercise.
>permanent
lolwut?

>>41300
Don't worry about that orb comment Aislinn, its a thing we voices are used to riding around in when we aren't in whatever form we are now (Gaseous? Spirit?). I really don't think we should sleep because we need help as soon as possible for that hand of yours. Explain to the colorful man this and ask for him to lead you to the dear doctor.

>>41309
s'true. without medical assistance, any broken bone or torn ligament can easily become a permanent limp or disfigurement.

basically, find a doctor.

>It's a simple equation.
>The more dire and irritating the situation, the more the voices in the orb will argue semantics to buy time for other voices to actually come up with something.

I'm so confused.

>lolwut?

Is that a German name for a disease?

>Don't worry about that orb comment Aislinn, its a thing we voices are used to riding around in when we aren't in whatever form we are now (Gaseous? Spirit?).

... Atually I haven't thought about that, yet. I thought you were part of my mind, but I guess not. Am I going insane?

>I really don't think we should sleep because we need help as soon as possible for that hand of yours. Explain to the colorful man this and ask for him to lead you to the dear doctor.
>s'true. without medical assistance, any broken bone or torn ligament can easily become a permanent limp or disfigurement.
>basically, find a doctor.

Finally something helpful! Well, maybe some kind of physician has survived. I'd hate to spend the rest of my life with a crippled hand.

"I don't really need sleep. I need a doctor as fast as possible. Please let's go to Dr. Otwin."

He scratches the back of his head. "She is not a doctor medicine. I doubt she can do much."

"Makes sense. Just... let me help with whatever you're doing, okay?"

He seems hesitant, but finally he shrugs and leads te way out through the door. We walk down the corridor and and reach the door to the kitchen.I notice the door directly across from the ktchen. Big letters on it read SECURITY. He seems to have noticed. "We tried to get in there, but the control panel is all messed up." He's right. The door control panel is a smoking mess.
We make our way through the kitchen. "Oh, by the way: The name's Declan." I'm still very quiet due to clenching my teeth. The pills aren't working yet. "Aislinn", I manage. He just nods.
We meet Dr. Otwin reclined against the wall next to the elevator door in Area Blue. The shutters were seemingly cut open. Probably by the weird guy's laser cutter. Dr. Otwin looks around and raises an eyebrow. "What'd you drag her all the way here for? She should be resting."
He sighs. "She didn't want to."

>Am I going insane?
Probably not. I don't think so, anyway. If you are, no point in worrying about it.

>Probably not. I don't think so, anyway. If you are, no point in worrying about it.

Yeah, I'll just forget about that.

Dr. Otwin frowns slightly. "Look, Ms. Neotis, I appreciate what you did back there, but you really should get some rest until help arrives. I doubt that climbing around will do your hand any good."

>>41813
s'true- heavy activity will only make it worse. do you have any... NONbroken handparts? or is your whole hand kinda shattered?

>s'true- heavy activity will only make it worse. do you have any... NONbroken handparts? or is your whole hand kinda shattered?

Well I have only two broken fingers, but those are very, very severely broken. and the rest of the hand is very sore as well.
It looks like they're going to climb down the elevator shaft. Do you think, I should sit this one out? Then again... Dr. Otwin's leg isn't all that crisp either.

>>43796
If it's only two breaks it shouldn't actually be too hard to set straight. All the same, climbing an elevator shaft with a broken hand is a horrible idea.

I suggest we go look in the other infirmary for some morphine and correct our fingers when we're high on two different painkillers. Unless Morphine conflicts with Ibuprofen or whatever. Notify the others of your intentions, the guy shouldn't be up here unless he had some help.

I know getting high on painkillers sounds a little bit scary and it did the second king of music in, but he was 50 and didn't have broken fingers to correct... Too soon, guys?

>>43843
NONONONONONONONONONONO!

BAD!

VERY BAD!

Seriously, even at a younger age, taking two things with similar effects is a very, very, very, very, very bad idea!

>>43877
Correction:

Trying to climb down an elevator shaft on morphine: BAD.

Heh, sorry about that then. I'm not exactly knowledgeable when it gets to medicine, even if its common knowledge. At least I acknowledge Jaskson died from it.

Well, lets go look for splints in the other infirmary then or whatever in case your gain the courage to fix your fingers. We can't do shit with the elevator.

>>43910
Actually, I asked Mum about it. She said, basically, if you're in a high-tensity situation, Morphine in general is a bad idea, because it screws up your sight and motor abilities.

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>>43912
Oh please, everyone knows that's not true. Drugs are your friend, they give you a little boost to keep you going, allowing you to function completely normal even when mortally wounded.

>If it's only two breaks it shouldn't actually be too hard to set straight. All the same, climbing an elevator shaft with a broken hand is a horrible idea.

Well it's not just two breaks. It's just two fingers but they're nearly pulverized from the looks of it. But climbing with this does sound stupid and unpleasant.

>I suggest we go look in the other infirmary for some morphine and correct our fingers when we're high on two different painkillers. Unless Morphine conflicts with Ibuprofen or whatever. Notify the others of your intentions, the guy shouldn't be up here unless he had some help.

Uh...

>NONONONONONONONONONONO!

>BAD!

>VERY BAD!

>Seriously, even at a younger age, taking two things with similar effects is a very, very, very, very, very bad idea!

OKOK! Geeze!

>I know getting high on painkillers sounds a little bit scary and it did the second king of music in, but he was 50 and didn't have broken fingers to correct... Too soon, guys?

Too soon? Who died?

>Trying to climb down an elevator shaft on morphine: BAD.

That sounds reasonable.

>Heh, sorry about that then. I'm not exactly knowledgeable when it gets to medicine, even if its common knowledge. At least I acknowledge Jaskson died from it.

Who's Jackson?

>Well, lets go look for splints in the other infirmary then or whatever in case your gain the courage to fix your fingers. We can't do shit with the elevator.

Yes, that seems like as good a course of action as any. The elevator shaft is blocked for me, for now.
I shrug. "I don't think I should go climbing with this injury. I'll go to the other infirmary to maybe try and get my fingers fixed." I notice that the painkillers have finally started to kick in. The pain in only a dull shadow of its former self. "Be careful", Declan says. "Yes, we are sure, that madman is down there, but still, we can't know what you might encounter up here." I can't think of anything else to say, so I just turn around. I have to take the long route to the infirmary, since the elevator is blocked. So I make my way through the Staff's Quarters.

>Actually, I asked Mum about it. She said, basically, if you're in a high-tensity situation, Morphine in general is a bad idea, because it screws up your sight and motor abilities.

Good to know.

>Oh please, everyone knows that's not true. Drugs are your friend, they give you a little boost to keep you going, allowing you to function completely normal even when mortally wounded.

... I AM going insane, am I not?

Anyway, I finally reach the break room. I noticed that the Staff'S Quarters were rather... clean. There was no blood there. The breakroom has five doors and plenty of blood around the one that leads to the lounge. The other doors lead to the elevator, the infirmary, the Staff'S Quarters and the bridge. In here there'S nothing but two benches which have been welded to the walls. Everything else was probably sucked out into space. Now this might seem vague but... Something is weird about this room. I can't see or hear anything that might warrant this feeling, but it's there. More like a gut feeling of... wrongness.

>>44312
'Going insane'? No no no no. "Going" implies the journey isn't complete. You've been insane for quite a while. You're talking with voices in your head. You can sit back and enjoy the view. Crazyland Population: 1 (it's you, by the way).


While you're feeling vague weirdness, you ought to search for a faint outline of a pink heart on the wall.

>>44312
honestly, being sane was never really all it was cracked up to be.

Accept that you have voices in your head and carry on is all you can do. and maybe get the voices to sing a soundtrack to your life- I've heard of schizophrenics who've gotten their hallucinations to entertain them when bored.

>>44312
You aren't going insane. You sanity may be changing, but you are merely beginning to experience reality. For example, you just now noticed something is wrong. You didn't even need any evidence to realize this. You didn't understand what's wrong, or why it's wrong, or how it should be, but nevertheless, you've made great leaps of sanity.

>'Going insane'? No no no no. "Going" implies the journey isn't complete. You've been insane for quite a while. You're talking with voices in your head. You can sit back and enjoy the view. Crazyland Population: 1 (it's you, by the way).

>honestly, being sane was never really all it was cracked up to be.

>Accept that you have voices in your head and carry on is all you can do. and maybe get the voices to sing a soundtrack to your life- I've heard of schizophrenics who've gotten their hallucinations to entertain them when bored.

I'll... I'll worry about madness later... Strange how I can keep cool over this.

>While you're feeling vague weirdness, you ought to search for a faint outline of a pink heart on the wall.


No such thing here, I'm afraid.

>You aren't going insane. You sanity may be changing, but you are merely beginning to experience reality. For example, you just now noticed something is wrong. You didn't even need any evidence to realize this. You didn't understand what's wrong, or why it's wrong, or how it should be, but nevertheless, you've made great leaps of sanity.

Now that's reassuring.

Well, I don't think, I can do much, right now, so I head into the infirmary. Inside there are a few beds and other equipment... Can't really make much out, so I rummage through the cabinets with my left hand. This might take a while.

Ok. I found what I was searching for and I kinda splinted my fingers, but I think it's a sloppy job.
Now. I think this is the time when we talk about our chances of actually getting out of here and maybe make backup plans, in the evnt that nobody is coming to get us out... On the other hand, we could also just explore a bit more. I'm sure there is still useful stuff to be found around here.

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We can search the visitors quarters, the bridge, or the dining hall. The bridge has probably the best loot, maybe even a key card for the restricted areas like the EVA hatch and Storage rooms.

If you ever feel stressed, try and take a look at a few cute pictures you might have stored on your assistant. Maybe an old boyfriend or the family puppy. Hell, maybe we can try and get a few pictures to you. Do you like... SAMUEL L JACKSON!

>We can search the visitors quarters, the bridge, or the dining hall. The bridge has probably the best loot, maybe even a key card for the restricted areas like the EVA hatch and Storage rooms.

Sounds like a plan.

>If you ever feel stressed, try and take a look at a few cute pictures you might have stored on your assistant. Maybe an old boyfriend or the family puppy. Hell, maybe we can try and get a few pictures to you. Do you like... SAMUEL L JACKSON!

I'm sorry... I don't see no Jackson. Looks like my schizophrenia is limited to voices. Thank god for that. But I do have a few nice pictures on my pocket secretary. I'll be sure to look at them, when I'm losing hope.

I leave the infirmary and go right to the wide-open door that leads to the bridge. It's dark in there, so I squint my eyes a little, as I go in. I think I see someone sitting there and-

...

Something flashed before my eyes. I'm standing in the break room again... In the door to the Staff's Quarters staring into the break room to be precise. That... shouldn't have happened. I'm more puzzled than shocked about this, but my body seems to think otherwise. I fall to my knees, retching and gagging, but nothing happens except for a horrible taste spreading in my mouth. My eyes are watery. Ugh. I'm so hungry all of a sudden.

>>44590
ohnoes! u're decoming a zombie

>>44590
find meat. rend skin. eat flesh. drink blood.

Also check to see if your body is still human or if it's decidedly otherworldly. If this is a flashback, then cue a case of You Are The Demon. If this is a psychic vision from whatever monster killed all those people, then... that's kinda weird. Enjoy the ride.

If this is actually happening in real time then that's even more alarming. Find a reflective surface and try to see what's going on with your body, mouth area in specific.

>ohnoes! u're decoming a zombie

What?! Oh God no!

>find meat. rend skin. eat flesh. drink blood.

You-you-you can't be SERIOUS!

>Also check to see if your body is still human or if it's decidedly otherworldly. If this is a flashback, then cue a case of You Are The Demon. If this is a psychic vision from whatever monster killed all those people, then... that's kinda weird. Enjoy the ride. If this is actually happening in real time then that's even more alarming. Find a reflective surface and try to see what's going on with your body, mouth area in specific.

This feels very real and my hands at least are still the same. I get to my feet rather unsteady and dart to the kitchen through the lounge and view my distorted reflexion on one of the shiny, bent surfaces of the machines there. I... look unbelievably fat on this surface, but otherwise normal. My mouth is alright, and I can see all my teeth. Everything seems to be in order...
Guys you have to stop scaring me like that. I think it was just... a sudden case of nausea. And I think I haven't eaten for hours.

>>44870
Is your hand still badly splinted? It is important to know if that unexplained jump was because of a dream about walking out of this room, or a memory gap about walking back into it.

>Is your hand still badly splinted? It is important to know if that unexplained jump was because of a dream about walking out of this room, or a memory gap about walking back into it.

My hand looks just as before. I'm... really confused about what happened. Nothing really changed at all. I just... ended up back in the door from the Staff's Quarters to the break room with heavy nausea. I'm still gagging every now and then.
I lie down on the cold floor. Damn... The ceiling is spinning.

>>44874
well, you could be a zombie.

you could have been drugged.

you could have been relocated all quantum-style, in a one in a million chance.

you could have just gotten light head trauma and have a mild form of retrograde amnesia (this will go away once swelling goes down)

and a myriad of other things you COULD have.

>well, you could be a zombie.

>you could have been drugged.

>you could have been relocated all quantum-style, in a one in a million chance.

>you could have just gotten light head trauma and have a mild form of retrograde amnesia (this will go away once swelling goes down)

>and a myriad of other things you COULD have.

I thought Zombies are supposed to be mindless... Anyway this kind of thoughts don't help me right now. I get back up on my legs. And-
Wait... Were those screams right now?

>>44899
well, we're fairly sure you're not a zombie then- screams?

well, are you curious or cowardly? I say investigate secretly, or hide.

>well, we're fairly sure you're not a zombie then- screams? well, are you curious or cowardly? I say investigate secretly, or hide.

I'm cowardly. I should maybe check it out anyway...
I sneak towards the source of the screams. Yes I'm pretty sure that's what they are, now. Terrible screaming. Someone's badly hurt. And a woman is screaming too. Oh god. It couldn't be...
I speed up. As I thought, they came from the elevator shaft. They have stopped now. Oh god. What am I gonna do?!

>>44899
clearly that figure you almost saw, sitting in the darkness on the bridge, hit you with some sort of hypnosis-like effect and then did stuff, including having you return to this room. Any way to figure out how much time has passed?

>>44904
Her wound just means she'll be easier prey.

Do the screams sound like anyone you know? Like... yourself? That'd be so cool to eat yourself.

>clearly that figure you almost saw, sitting in the darkness on the bridge, hit you with some sort of hypnosis-like effect and then did stuff, including having you return to this room. Any way to figure out how much time has passed?

I... think he was facing away from me. But I don't know... Well, it's 8:50 AM now. I should've checked my secretary's clock more frequently.

>Her wound just means she'll be easier prey.

Are you referring to Dr. Otwin?

>Do the screams sound like anyone you know? Like... yourself? That'd be so cool to eat yourself.

I think it was clearly Dr. Otwin screaming. The other voice was male, but I couldn't say who it was.
And please stop talking about eating people, you'Re not helping my nausea that way.

>>44904
stay quiet, stay low, see if you can find the source of the noise. if it's a threat, leave quietly. if she's just trapped in a door or something, see if you can open it.

>stay quiet, stay low, see if you can find the source of the noise. if it's a threat, leave quietly. if she's just trapped in a door or something, see if you can open it.

Yes, yes. I sneak out of the kitchen.

I'm standing right in front of the elevator shaft now.I think I can hear something from down there... a weird.. rhythmic noise and it's growing louder.

>>44914
Wait for the noise to come! I bet it's a circus.

>Wait for the noise to come! I bet it's a circus.

Circus. Really.
I move a little closer to the shaft and carefully spy through the hole that was cut in the bottom of the car. Now I know what the sound is. It's someone climbing up. I squint my eyes. Grey clothes... Black Hair...
OH SHIT!

>>45543
DON'T, DON'T move suddenly.
Stay there.
Very slowly, move your eye back, and MAKE NO NOISE.

>DON'T, DON'T move suddenly. Stay there. Very slowly, move your eye back, and MAKE NO NOISE.

Damn, damn, damn! I'm scared.
I move back as silently as I can manage, get back to my feet and disappear back into the kitchen, right when I can hear him lifting himself out of the shaft. He's panting. Oh God. I hope they're alright down there.

>>45767
get yourself a weapon and hide some where you can ambush him if he comes in

>get yourself a weapon and hide some where you can ambush him if he comes in

A weapon is a good idea, sure. But First of all, I have no idea where to get one and secondly my right hand is practically useless, diminishing my... fighting prowess even further. It doesn't look like I have time to search for something usable as a weapon, I just hide behind a huge machine that looks like an oversized fridge.
He enters. As I thought, it's the weird guy and he looks more stressed than ever.
I- I'm not sure, but I think there is blood on his shirt.

>>47855
Throw something shiny past him. Then sneak away, when he investigates. I'm sure this will work.

>Throw something shiny past him. Then sneak away, when he investigates. I'm sure this will work.

I... Well, I'll try that.
I have several shiny objects in my pockets. I decide on one I won't miss. I take one stripe of chewing gum out of the pack (wrapped in shiny aluminium foil) and throw it. It flies past him quite soundlessly and he spins around with a confused look on his face. Looks like he's only seen a short flash in the corner of his eye and he fres up his laser welder again. Slowly, he moves towards a corner. Now's my chance! I could either go back to the elevator shaft to investigate what hapened down there, or I could flee to Area Blue 2.

>>35491
>I could either go back to the elevator shaft to investigate what hapened down there

Investigate!

>Investigate!

Fine. I quickly slink through the door and approach the elevator shaft. It's very quiet down there. I start climbing down the ladder with only one hand. It's unbelievably exhausting, but luckily there are two platforms along the way that allow me to rest for a few minutes. I sit completely still just listening to my surroundings, but the shaft is as quiet as it gets. I climb down to the second platform, rest, listen. Nothing. I climb the last bit and see a very heavy looking door. Somebody cut an opening into it and on the other side I can see a long corridor, illuminated, interestingly, by red emergency lights. I stop again and listen to nothing else but my own heartbeat. It's racing. I think it might actually be audible to other people right now.

Just go on. Carefully.
As an aside: there is no way someone could hear your heartbeat without his ear on your chest. I think you would notice that.

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>As an aside: there is no way someone could hear your heartbeat without his ear on your chest. I think you would notice that.

Good to know.

>Just go on. Carefully.

I carefully move through the gap and look into the corridor. It takes a turn to the left after quite a long way. I sneak to the corner and peek around it. Another corridor which leads to another cut-open door. I slowly and carefully step through the second door and find myself in a huge room.There are quite a lot computers here.

>>48129

And bloodstains. That is bad.

>And bloodstains. That is bad.

Blood what?
"EEEK!"
OH GOD! NO! D-DECLAN! WHAT?! I- I-...

*thump*

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I wake up again. Oh god, where am I? Everything's red. I remember. What did I get myself into? Declan, he...
I get out my pocket secretary.
9:20
I look around and see Dr. Otwin typing away on one of the computer terminals.

No, not the colorful man you sorta liked? You had a chance of having sex in a desperate situation! Goddammit, those awesome hips of your won't get any use!

In all seriousness though, ask otwin what happened.

>>48165

WHAT WAS THAT?! Did you fall unconscious, because of one corpse even tough you walked through a room full of blood with no reaction at all? What is wrong with you?!

Ask the doc what happened and what she is doing.

>WHAT WAS THAT?! Did you fall unconscious, because of one corpse even tough you walked through a room full of blood with no reaction at all? What is wrong with you?!

I... fainted. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I- *sob*
I was taken off guard. And... You should've SEEN him. He was mutilated!

So I AM weak! I'm no soldier! I'm no hero! I'm almost still a child! I can't take this anymore!

>No, not the colorful man you sorta liked? You had a chance of having sex in a desperate situation! Goddammit, those awesome hips of your won't get any use!

That's the most insensitive shit I've ever heard! Fuck you!

>Ask the doc what happened and what she is doing.

"Dr. Otwin. What happened?"

She turns her head around. She looks devastated and tired.
"He ambushed us. Declan tried to be hero. End of story."
Her voice sounds sore and I don't feel like pressurizing her for an answer.

"What are you doing?"

"I just learned that the power core is offline. According to the computers life support will only be operable for less than three more hours. I'm trying to restart it, but I have no idea how."

I'm shivering. Our predicament has just become a lot worse.

Indeed, it has gotten worse. You said Fuck you to yourself thinking about sex, which is totally natural in this situation. You called yourself insensitive.

You know what to do. Cute cats on your assistant. It is your only hope to gain a little bit more confidence to defeat the evils of this place and get out alive. These cats will inspire you. You are in the heavens of scientific progress. NOTHING CAN STOP THE MATHEMATICIAN IN HIS HABITAT WITH THE HELP OF LOLCATS!

After cats, ask otwin where the power core is. With two sciency ladies in the house, we can get it online with nothing but paperclips if we do it manually. Then, we're gonna go fuck up that guy using nothing but bacon grease from the kitchen and a makeshift weapon.

Lady, lets go to war.

>>48186

Not being strong or a soldier is not the issue! Falling over, because you see just another corpse is!
Yes, you talked with him and found him likeable. Still, falling unconscious is always a bad thing. What if that weird guy had found you?
And three hours to repair a power core? That is more than enough time as long as it is not too banged up.
Stand up and get to it!

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>Indeed, it has gotten worse. You said Fuck you to yourself thinking about sex, which is totally natural in this situation. You called yourself insensitive.

... I need help.

>You know what to do. Cute cats on your assistant. It is your only hope to gain a little bit more confidence to defeat the evils of this place and get out alive. These cats will inspire you. You are in the heavens of scientific progress. NOTHING CAN STOP THE MATHEMATICIAN IN HIS HABITAT WITH THE HELP OF LOLCATS!

>After cats, ask otwin where the power core is. With two sciency ladies in the house, we can get it online with nothing but paperclips if we do it manually. Then, we're gonna go fuck up that guy using nothing but bacon grease from the kitchen and a makeshift weapon.

>Lady, lets go to war.

Yes. I... just need composure. We can do this. I believe we can do this.
I get out my pocket secretary and open up my "Cute pictures" folder. Fair enough. There are Lolcats here. I wipe my tears, flip through the images. We can do this. We can survive. I know it.

>>CRITICAL BREACH!
A sudden draw rips me off the ground. I clutch the secretary with both hands, not to lose grip of it. I'm hurled towards the cut open door. Fear. So much fear.
I laugh at the picture in front of me.

*crack*

>>48222

Sigh. So that is it? Can we at least get a hint where we went wrong?