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Post by wolsey on Feb 19, 2017 14:25:17 GMT
Will's cloven hooves make a faint tap sound, as he walks down the ship hallway. He's wearing shorts with lots of pockets, and a vest open at the chest with even more cargo space. Sticking out of the pockets is a myriad of wires, tools, and tapes.
He makes his way to a storage room, and pulls out a drill, and semi permanently affixes a placard that reads:
Vanth's Corpse Storage
He then affixes a different latch that is more complicated, and mutters "Just in case."
Then he turns to keep on his rounds.
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Post by Lucky on Feb 19, 2017 14:41:05 GMT
Rose's voice echoes across the intercom, "Poosh would you please report to the captain at food locker one"
Rose's voice hesitates for a second "I am sorry, the locker has now been renamed, it is now called Vanth's Corpse Storage."ROSE RED (aka Rosenrot)
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Post by Lucky on Feb 19, 2017 14:46:20 GMT
The captain steps into the newly renovated food locker. The air in the room is cold enough to cause a mist from the heat of his breath. He walks around the five tables laid out, each with a figure under a tarp. He touches each form in what appears to be a symbolic gesture. He scans the room for a place to sit and wait for the doctor. He notices the table in the corner with an old hardened computer station. The Captain then walks over to a table with two chairs and sits. He rubs his arms briskly, a bit uncomfortable, weather its the temperature or the figures under the tarps is not evident. "Rose, could you have Boothe bring me down a cup of coffee?"
Captain Conrad Fischer
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Post by illiana on Feb 19, 2017 16:10:06 GMT
Illiana stops in front of the former food locker, and her nose wrinkles. She pulls open the door and takes a cautious sniff. Her lips peel back from her teeth, mouth opening in a very cat like gesture. She looks to the captain. "You know we're never going to get the smell out of here. We should probably repurpose this room after Pooosh is done with it. "
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Post by Lucky on Feb 19, 2017 16:39:37 GMT
The Captain looks up at his head of security, then back over the bodies, then back to the young lady. "You are probably right, we need to buy the proper equipment for a morgue while we are here." His eyes glance back across the dead bodies, no sadness for the creatures currently occupying the tables, but memories of other body bags with other people more important to him is evident on his face."I hope we don't need this for our own, but you are definitely right. Especially if we are going to start salvaging ships ourselves we need a place to store the bodies and do any needed forensic work. Let's hope Poosh can do this." Captain Conrad Fischer
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Post by illiana on Feb 19, 2017 16:45:02 GMT
Illiana tilts her in to one side. "How discreet does one need to be when buying that type of equipment? Can we send Boothe to do it?"
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Post by Lucky on Feb 19, 2017 16:55:14 GMT
He looks over at the tables."I believe it only takes regular medical equipment, a few tables, a few storage units. We could even probably get some freezer lockers for the mess bay that would work for this. I don't think its anything we need to be secretive. However, Poosh will probably know better." Captain Conrad Fischer
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Post by illiana on Feb 19, 2017 17:29:57 GMT
Illiana looks at her wrist as though she wore a watch there. " I think I'll have a bit of fun and introduce the good Dr to a Mishar wake up call. A smirk emerges from on side of her face and she straightens and makes like she's going to head toward the door
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Post by librariancub on Feb 19, 2017 22:08:20 GMT
Rose's voice echoes across the intercom, "Poosh would you please report to the captain at food locker one"
Rose's voice hesitates for a second "I am sorry, the locker has now been renamed, it is now called Vanth's Corpse Storage."ROSE RED (aka Rosenrot) Poosh reached up and depressed the intercom 'respond' button. "Understood." He grabbed his medkit and slung it across his shoulders. As he clicked the strap across his chest he heard Rose correct herself. He paused momentarily, began to open his mouth to respond and decided against it.
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Post by librariancub on Feb 19, 2017 22:15:33 GMT
Illiana looks at her wrist as though she wore a watch there. " I think I'll have a bit of fun and introduce the good Dr to a Mishar wake up call. A smirk emerges from on side of her face and she straightens and makes like she's going to head toward the door Poosh entered the courseway and in a few loping steps was at a comfortable run. It wasn't long before he was speeding directly toward the makeshift morgue. Illiana heard the rapid 'slap slap slap clink slap slap slap clink' just before Poosh tromped into view through the door. Seeing the Mishar looming in the doorway unexpectedly his eyes went wide and he stumbled, ungracefully taking to two legs and catching himself on the door jamb. "Oop!" he exclaimed
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Post by illiana on Feb 20, 2017 1:49:23 GMT
A disappointed look flickers over the Mishar's face, but is quickly replaced with a toothy smile. "Good morning Dr. Poosh, we were just discussing the make shift morgue. If you'd like to let me know what you'll need to set it up properly Boothe and I can acquire the items." She steps back out of the way to make room for the Dr to enter.
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Post by librariancub on Feb 20, 2017 6:03:09 GMT
Poosh walks over to the closest table, looking around the room and making mental notes of exactly what it would take to outfit it. "I assume by the smiles that none of these corpses are crew?"
(assuming a positive response) He stretches up to his full height and takes a quick visual assessment of the nearest body. "An autopsy bed and gurneys that raise and lower should be first on the list. Is there something I can stand on?" He reaches into his breast pocket and fishes out a half smoked cigar placing it firmly into the corner of his mouth. "Anyone mind if I light this up?" He gestures toward the corpses. "I have a suspicion they won't mind."
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Post by Lucky on Feb 20, 2017 13:38:40 GMT
The Captain watches Poosh and Illiana interact, curiosity is evident on his face. "I am sorry doctor but there is no smoking on the ship except in the galley and your quarters. Due to the maintenance issues Will and Trouble are having a hard enough time keeping Rose going. The air scrubbers are limited in areas that are not personal living quarters"
His eyes glance back across the dead bodies. "They are definitely not crew members. We are aware of what killed them. I suspect axes and swords more than firearms but both were used."
He thinks about it for a moment, "I suspect magic as well."Turning to the doctor, "Vanth had us secure them. They are carrying some cutting edge, expensive cyberware. If possible we need you to remove it. I believe Vanth thinks he can sell them, or perhaps we can use them to help Rose or one of us in the future if we are injured. I realize you didn't sign on to harvest bodies, and honestly I hadn't suspected that would be something we would do. However, Vanth thinks these are worth the effort."The captain just watches Poosh for his reaction. Captain Conrad Fischer
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Post by illiana on Feb 20, 2017 14:42:37 GMT
Illiana steps back to stand next to the captain as Dr Poosh sticks the cigar in his mouth. " No offense, I have a very sensitive nose." She pulls a pad out from her pocket and writes in it for a moment. Then looks up at the Dr. waiting for him to continue.
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Post by librariancub on Feb 20, 2017 19:51:03 GMT
"A stool will do for the moment. In absence of that, however..." He scrambles up onto the table and straddles the head of the first corpse. "We'll need plumbing and drainage systems, an organ scale..." He continued rattling off a list of equipment that would make a passable morgue as he made a visual assessment of the body. He unclasps the medkit backpack and lays it carefully between two of the bodies. The fingers on his cyberarm seemed to unravel, his digits splitting into 16 delicate probes. He reached down and the spidery tangle of his fingers gently pulled apart the edges of one of the most obvious slashing wounds. An armature unfurled itself from his forearm and the end blazed to light, illuminating the injury. As he leaned in to get a closer look he rolled the unlit cigar from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue.
(What do I see from a quick assessment? Gross Anatomy, obvious cyberware, cause of death, etc. Wolsey, any input from the actual medical professional would be great. Correct me if I do something dumb, interject if I'm missing something that any doctor would do, that sort of thing.)
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