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goneawayworld2020-09-13 09:18 pm
piper90npcs) wrote in goneawayworld2020-09-13 09:18 pm
Gemba Kaizen
Who: Adora, NPCs, anyone she calls in
What: Just a bit of a walk
Where: The corridors of the Rig
When: After TDM #2 and Teen Party
Warnings/Notes: Blood, aggravated mayhem, murder, gore
It's late. Most of the Rig is cooling down after a sizzling hot day, grateful for the cooler night and the end of the work day. Dinner's come and gone and, by all rights, everyone should be heading to bed. Which is probably why the hallways are so empty. The New Hires, especially, no doubt feel the need for more rest after that nightmare with the acid bugs, whatever had been up with those.
At least that nightmare is over.
Passing through the halls, there's a repeated opening and closing noise. Rounding a corner, a door-funny. It's one of the ones that's usually locked. None of the New Hires, at least, has the authority to open it. Whether or not it had been done sneakily before is up in the air, but it's usually been locked, with a solid red light displaying that status. Now the display next to it is blinking on and off, yellow, and the culprit for the blockage seems to be just that. A small block of wood.
The light inside flickers on and off, a fluorescent bulb malfunctioning. And any glimpses into the hallway behind it when it opens shows just that, a light fixture that's fallen out of the wall. Another mark of Jorgmund's excellent maintenance quality.
Then again, if it weren't for that flickering light, it might be easy to miss that dark, red puddle on the floor. Or the pale hand lying in the middle of it, the arm obscured by the corner of the turn the hall takes.
What: Just a bit of a walk
Where: The corridors of the Rig
When: After TDM #2 and Teen Party
Warnings/Notes: Blood, aggravated mayhem, murder, gore
It's late. Most of the Rig is cooling down after a sizzling hot day, grateful for the cooler night and the end of the work day. Dinner's come and gone and, by all rights, everyone should be heading to bed. Which is probably why the hallways are so empty. The New Hires, especially, no doubt feel the need for more rest after that nightmare with the acid bugs, whatever had been up with those.
At least that nightmare is over.
Passing through the halls, there's a repeated opening and closing noise. Rounding a corner, a door-funny. It's one of the ones that's usually locked. None of the New Hires, at least, has the authority to open it. Whether or not it had been done sneakily before is up in the air, but it's usually been locked, with a solid red light displaying that status. Now the display next to it is blinking on and off, yellow, and the culprit for the blockage seems to be just that. A small block of wood.
The light inside flickers on and off, a fluorescent bulb malfunctioning. And any glimpses into the hallway behind it when it opens shows just that, a light fixture that's fallen out of the wall. Another mark of Jorgmund's excellent maintenance quality.
Then again, if it weren't for that flickering light, it might be easy to miss that dark, red puddle on the floor. Or the pale hand lying in the middle of it, the arm obscured by the corner of the turn the hall takes.
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She thinks she might hear her, though. And she's soldifying now. Controlling what she can. Doing her best. There's not other alternative, after all. There's blood all over her hands, staining her jumpsuit, as she tries to keep the pressure on.
"I don't know if whoever did this is out there. Be careful."
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There's something still in the wound. Whoever did this, they broke the blade off inside of the poor girl.
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"I'm here!" she shouts. "I got Tenten - shit," she mutters, taking in the extent of the damage. "Fuck. Guts, get the doc down here now!" she shouts into her communicator. Then she rips the sleeves off her latest jumpsuit and starts trying to stop what bleeding she can.
"Help's coming, Tenten," she says, because maybe the girl can hear. "Just hold on a bit longer."
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"Saturday--!" She takes in the bloody scene and panic begins to seep into her voice.
"Where's Adora?!" Sorry Tenten. Catra has exactly one priority right now.
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She knows that they're both important to her, too. So she claws away one sleeve and drops down to one knee to try and help Saturday staunch the flow of blood from Tenten's injuries instead, her ears flat against her skull.
"Don't die, idiot," she mutters.
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"There's something in Setsuna's wound-" She calls out.
And then a moment later, "I'm OK, Catra!"
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She keeps pressure on. Tenten is pale, her breathing shallow. Saturday doesn't need to check to know her pulse is fluttering, getting slower.
"Make sure its the doc who pulls it out!" she calls again, almost as an afterthought. "Might be good evidence. Jorg'll toss or hide it."
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"If you're hurt, I'll kill you!" Catra yells back between grit teeth.
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"Just - focus on Tenten right now, OK?"
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"Where the hell do you keep all this blood?"
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