Herr Doktor opens his eye to gaze upon a very wrinkled face, topped by colorful feathers. Something smells like burning rubber and burnt pork chops. The face offers him a cup of something to drink. His depth perception is, so to speak, lousy at this point, and he spills some of it.
Doktor, what do you do and/or say at this point? (No, you haven't yet perceived your surroundings. This is The Split-Second in which you've regained consciousness.)
Until the doc makes a post, nobody gets to do nuthin' just yet.
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((Apologies for the time it took to post. My external drive is either dead or the laptop is not reading it. Have been running diagnostics and tests for the past couple of days, and only have a minimal working system at the moment. I think Herr Doktor knows how it feels.))
The Doktor, realizing his brain is bruised and he is somewhat impaired, tries to rise slowly to a sitting position. He accepts the profferred drink, but does not taste it yet.
ReplyDeleteHe tries to look grateful as he assesses the situation. "Thank You," he says to the entity in the galactic patois. "Can you understand vot I am saying?"
((Still suffering from a deep rootkit infection in Wimpdows 7. Running in Safe mode so I can try to get caught up.))
ReplyDeleteFighting a wave of nausea as he sits up, the Doktor almost faints. The leather-faced old man (for now you can tell that it is a man) nods his head. "Your friends - almost all surfifed. You are first to waken. Eolthala trying to heal others now. They - worse off than you. How you feel?"
Doktor, you expected the stars to look wrong, because you're no navigator and you knew the ships were off the charts anyway. But you hadn't expected to see two moons, one of them blood red.
Your nausea is undoubtedly from your self-diagnosed concussion and from the contradictory odors. The soup (?) in your mug smells like honey cider and the odor behind you is unmistakably burnt or burning flesh and silicone. (You're a doctor with experience in violence; these odors were once everyday to you.)
From somewhere, you hear the Sarge shouting in colorful terms.
((Sarge? You're up! I cannot access my spreadsheet to remember your name, dang it.))
Emma continues to dream uneasily, the recurring images of a hedgemaze looming above her unseeing eyes...
ReplyDeleteEmma: And as if seeing through water (are you in the ocean, you wonder?) there's a hazy young woman with green hair floating about her head -- you assume it's a young woman, though all you can make out is her face. Your head is buzzing and you want to go to sleep.
ReplyDeleteThe Doktor sighs and tries a sip of the soup. "Thank you,..Ee-Oh-Thall-luh (?). I have suffered a head injury." Herr Doktor takes an acetaminophen pill. "I should not be moving about. I am .. a Doktor meinself here. Are the other survivors ... badly hurt? How many are there?"
ReplyDeleteHerr Doktor (HD): Her name gets twisted a bit with your accent. (For everyone else, it's Ee-Oh-THALL-Ah. For HD, it will always vary, according to HD's accent and Roy's playfulness.)
ReplyDeleteThe old man is rooting inside of a bag he wears on a cord around his neck. "You and two others. Or, perhaps, three. We saved your boat's spirit and put him in a crystal rock, but he makes no sense."
As you look around (slowly, HD! Your brain keeps bumping up against your skull, painfully!) you see (the Sarge/Sid's character; I want my spreadsheet with everyone's names and my notes!!) trying to push himself up with what is obviously a broken arm, and Emma's hair is on fire. Otherwise, everything is normal except for that huge smoking ditch about a hundred yards away.
"Gottinhimmel!" mutters the Doktor. And realizing that he can do nothing til his own injury resolves, he lies down and prays for the rest of the crew.
ReplyDeleteOh goodie! That means Herr Doktor gets to make another SR on CON, but at a mere LvL 2.
ReplyDeleteEmma, you are awake. You wish you weren't but you are. The green haired girl is washing your face and she has a black eye.
(Where oh where is Mr Sid?)
The Doctor, a good Lutheran, prays quietly and falls asleep as his trank patch soothes his troubled mind
ReplyDeleteHe rolls a 5+1 on Con 19 = 25 making the Level 2 SR
[Not in character-I have been failing to review the posts due to general incompetence. here goes with what I sent to Chet yesterday]
ReplyDeleteL'wisz is on the deck shouting and screaming the following, "...aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My leg. I think it's broken! It's your fault Heckton you useless piece of space flotsam! And, what have you done to my ship? I'll be weeks sorting this mess. Where's the 'saw-bones'? Get your biomechanoid ass over here and sort my leg out; do what you're paid for for a change"
((Save for the fact I should have deleted the lone cuss word (Trust me; I'm sure L'wisz was using even more violent language that doesn't translate to 21st Century English.) this is the sort of reaction that we might see from L'wisz. I can't wait to see him in negotiations later!! Oh, one more note to L'wisz. You served under General Incompetence Gozinta Border Wars, which is where you picked up your habit of punching out officers.))
ReplyDeleteL'wisz, the green haired girl is removing her hand from your eyes. "Your dock-a-tor has sedated himself. You have a bone protruding from your lower right leg. Have you tolerance for pain?"
Emma, you are awake, in no pain, and more alert than you've ever been. You feel totally refreshed - as a matter of fact, you've never felt so good.
Doktor - you really do know how to sedate yourself. Hope there are no morning-after-effects.
That should read: "You served under General Incompetence DURING the Gozinta Border Wars."
DeleteCarry on. Nothing to see here.
(Herr Doktor graduated from Vienna Medical University with honors and was highly respected for his his work at the Titan Moon base ETM academy. He surely knows how to use a trank patch. It was not a really strong one.).
Delete(ETM = Extra terrestrial Medicine)
((Did I say it was purely because of your patch?))
ReplyDelete((Didn't I also say you would hate me a few times during the first half of this adventure?))
((The second half, I'll blame on you since I don't have any idea what happens after that. I only know what the NPCs - specifically two NPCs - are doing and have been doing for months before your ship "arrived."))
((Lest I forget - heh heh heh))
Herr Doktor, who has some training in psychiatry, and spent a good deal of time working with therapists during his recovery from being blown up and his space madness, tries to assess his apparent new power to see and hear things. Is it a dream, or is it really happening? Can he control it?
ReplyDeleteIs he going crazy again?