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station722017-02-13 06:50 am
polyphonos) wrote in station722017-02-13 06:50 am
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[closed] a noble profession
CHARACTERS: Aoba, Prince, Cathaway
WHERE: Medical Bay
WHEN: Day 0:10
SUMMARY: Cathaway and Prince do some investigation into Aoba's condition.
WARNINGS: Violence, mental trauma, other stuff probably. DmmD is a walking warning ok.
[The Station's medical bay is an almost perfectly circular room. It also appears at first glance to be totally empty. However, by the time Aoba arrives, Cathaway and Prince have opened a number of the built in compartments - unfolding an examination table, retrieving a series of tools and various monitoring machines so that it almost resembles a medical facility instead of something merely alien.
Cathaway has perched herself on a tall stool beside the examination table and is busying herself with the preparation of some minor equipment. She's-- not quiet, actually. Rather, Cathaway's humming absently under her breath as she loads a liquid filled cartridge into a small plastic device shaped vaugely like a gun with a capped needle instead of a barrel.
From the feel of her half of the room - bright sunshine, a warm breath of air, something sweet on the tongue -, she's in a good mood.]
WHERE: Medical Bay
WHEN: Day 0:10
SUMMARY: Cathaway and Prince do some investigation into Aoba's condition.
WARNINGS: Violence, mental trauma, other stuff probably. DmmD is a walking warning ok.
[The Station's medical bay is an almost perfectly circular room. It also appears at first glance to be totally empty. However, by the time Aoba arrives, Cathaway and Prince have opened a number of the built in compartments - unfolding an examination table, retrieving a series of tools and various monitoring machines so that it almost resembles a medical facility instead of something merely alien.
Cathaway has perched herself on a tall stool beside the examination table and is busying herself with the preparation of some minor equipment. She's-- not quiet, actually. Rather, Cathaway's humming absently under her breath as she loads a liquid filled cartridge into a small plastic device shaped vaugely like a gun with a capped needle instead of a barrel.
From the feel of her half of the room - bright sunshine, a warm breath of air, something sweet on the tongue -, she's in a good mood.]