Halloween party - part five!
As the red mass slithers away through the bowels of the boat, passengers who took the deal will vanish as well.
The Captain turns to James LaPointe, the heron at his side; he's furious. "Fool."
The doctor doesn't reply, and the rest of the crew, clearly shaken, remain silent but for Redd's First Mate.
"The passengers, sir," she starts to say quietly. In that moment, Meifeng appears to be the most level and clear headed of all the crew members. "We'll have t'do somethin'."
Redd doesn't turn in her direction, but looks out across the room at the passengers, many of whom are in need of medical attention.
"Harumph," he mutters under his breath.
The ship groans and shudders and lilts to the side. The remaining passengers who have avoided getting hit by the shards of the red boxes are whisked away and reappear scattered across deck seventeen.
Knowing that several passengers are in need of medical attention, Redd thoughtfully transfers enough supplies and instruments from the clinic to accomodate all those in need. There are two lines of cots situated against the long walls of the deck. Every thirty feet or so, a station of cabinets sit, each filled with all of the supplies any doctor or surgeon could want. By each cabinet is a sink with soap. Cleanliness is next to Reddiness.
Infected passengers appear a full ten minutes later on deck seventy-six. Having taken no chances, Redd has dunked each and every one into a giant tub of the same blue liquid which came from the overhead sprinklers earlier on deck twenty. After their blue-baths, they appear in what appears to be an unfamiliar quarantine zone. A single door at the stern of the ship is locked tight, and any other attempts to leave, such as teleportation, are blocked. Thankfully, they have cots to sleep on, medical stations, and two large restrooms with toilets, sinks, and showers for their comfort.
The only thing that Redd does not provide is doctors. None of the crew members, including Dr. James LaPointe and Autonomous Medical Unit 92-XG-3, have been transferred to either deck seventeen or deck seventy-six with the passengers.
[[ooc: REMEMBER THAT PASSENGERS WHO ACCEPTED THE DEAL ARE NOW PERMANENTLY DROPPED.
Passengers are on their own for getting their wounds attended to. All injuries can be treated as they would under normal circumstances, with the exception of the red whorls of the infected passengers which cannot be healed or removed as of this point.
All non-human passengers return to their normal state of being twenty-four hours later, at 8pm PST.
Passengers unlucky enough to have died during the attacks will revive on deck seventeen at the same time that the rest of the passengers are whisked there.
Unfortunately, due to the encounter with Redd's unexpected guests, far more time has passed outside of Deck 20 than expected. Passengers who look at their communicators will see that the date is no longer November 1st, as expected, but November 3rd.
EDIT: Clean clothing (medical scrubs) are available at all medical stations.
Uninfected passengers who are capable of moving are able to leave deck seventeen, or carry any others from seventeen with them, and return to any of the normal passenger decks but deck twenty.
Every passenger is still in possession of their communicator and no matter what deck they are on, will find them fully functional as they usually are.
Passengers who revive from the dead will revive naked and uncovered. Have fun with that, kiddies.
THE MOST IMPORTANT EDIT OF ALL: ALL PASSENGERS HAVE RETAINED THEIR WEAPONS.]]
The Captain turns to James LaPointe, the heron at his side; he's furious. "Fool."
The doctor doesn't reply, and the rest of the crew, clearly shaken, remain silent but for Redd's First Mate.
"The passengers, sir," she starts to say quietly. In that moment, Meifeng appears to be the most level and clear headed of all the crew members. "We'll have t'do somethin'."
Redd doesn't turn in her direction, but looks out across the room at the passengers, many of whom are in need of medical attention.
"Harumph," he mutters under his breath.
The ship groans and shudders and lilts to the side. The remaining passengers who have avoided getting hit by the shards of the red boxes are whisked away and reappear scattered across deck seventeen.
Knowing that several passengers are in need of medical attention, Redd thoughtfully transfers enough supplies and instruments from the clinic to accomodate all those in need. There are two lines of cots situated against the long walls of the deck. Every thirty feet or so, a station of cabinets sit, each filled with all of the supplies any doctor or surgeon could want. By each cabinet is a sink with soap. Cleanliness is next to Reddiness.
Infected passengers appear a full ten minutes later on deck seventy-six. Having taken no chances, Redd has dunked each and every one into a giant tub of the same blue liquid which came from the overhead sprinklers earlier on deck twenty. After their blue-baths, they appear in what appears to be an unfamiliar quarantine zone. A single door at the stern of the ship is locked tight, and any other attempts to leave, such as teleportation, are blocked. Thankfully, they have cots to sleep on, medical stations, and two large restrooms with toilets, sinks, and showers for their comfort.
The only thing that Redd does not provide is doctors. None of the crew members, including Dr. James LaPointe and Autonomous Medical Unit 92-XG-3, have been transferred to either deck seventeen or deck seventy-six with the passengers.
[[ooc: REMEMBER THAT PASSENGERS WHO ACCEPTED THE DEAL ARE NOW PERMANENTLY DROPPED.
Passengers are on their own for getting their wounds attended to. All injuries can be treated as they would under normal circumstances, with the exception of the red whorls of the infected passengers which cannot be healed or removed as of this point.
All non-human passengers return to their normal state of being twenty-four hours later, at 8pm PST.
Passengers unlucky enough to have died during the attacks will revive on deck seventeen at the same time that the rest of the passengers are whisked there.
Unfortunately, due to the encounter with Redd's unexpected guests, far more time has passed outside of Deck 20 than expected. Passengers who look at their communicators will see that the date is no longer November 1st, as expected, but November 3rd.
EDIT: Clean clothing (medical scrubs) are available at all medical stations.
Uninfected passengers who are capable of moving are able to leave deck seventeen, or carry any others from seventeen with them, and return to any of the normal passenger decks but deck twenty.
Every passenger is still in possession of their communicator and no matter what deck they are on, will find them fully functional as they usually are.
Passengers who revive from the dead will revive naked and uncovered. Have fun with that, kiddies.
THE MOST IMPORTANT EDIT OF ALL: ALL PASSENGERS HAVE RETAINED THEIR WEAPONS.]]