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[Glossolalia presents: RADlands] Patch 2.0 drops, Pyros still underpowered
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What spring does with the cherry trees.
Someone fast.
Or super-agile.
And Crab-like?
What spring does with the cherry trees.
What spring does with the cherry trees.
If something bad can happen, its going to happen in Mayfield.
but we don't really have any supplies gathered
and I doubt 3 RAD is enough to move an entire hospital
[Camp]-URL="http://glossolalia-rpg.pbworks.com/Nolan"]Nolan[/URL
”Well Jimothy, jus keep it n mind, I can hook you up at any time.
In the meantime I'm fixin to look at that poor fella in there see if I can help any.”
Nolan enters the tent and attempts to use his skills [Skilled Technician] and some luck COLOR="Lime"]/[/COLOR on his fallen brethren
it would make sense for Uriel to take control of the whole town, and what better way would there for him to kill them all and collect their bodies all within twenty minutes?
maybe there was another BP that was just being a twisted sicko?
but the doctor said something about it being transferable, which doesn't fit with Legions as far as we've seen
Is there just a floor of rotting corpses somewhere in the hospital?
The bodies disappearing seems like something the doc would have mentioned
Or maybe, the bodies were used in the creation of a BP.
Right here.
In this hospital.
Seriously, though, it's a big enough hospital that it probably has a morgue on one of the basement levels.
edit- yeah a morgue makes sense
Given that Dhivehi is well known for co-opting other words, I think that the "radio" translation holds up best. Radio would've been one of the first modes of communication they would've come into contact with and it's not a stretch that the word (or a derivitive thereof) is now used as their regular word for communicating.
Makes sense to me, Channeling communications, a broken communication terminal, communication array in a carbo-silicate shell.
Now why the hell they use Dhivehi for that? No idea. Yet.
"Thank you," Dr. Adler says managing a somewhat less sad smile. "I'm sorry I even have to ask, I really am. Like you said, though, these are different times." He stands and shows Dan and Chuck to the quarantine ward, closing the big double-doors quietly behind them. There are a number of beds here, some even still have fresh blankets and pillows on them. Granted, they're hospital blankets and pillows, but still.
Henry's eyes close the minute he lands on the couch, and he finds himself falling into a deep, restorative sleep.
He feels the room fall silently away, a vast dark expanse around him, the screech of some vast machine moving in the darkness below, dialing... dialing... dialing... out into the world, its connections tightening, weaving through the abyss, all around him.... all around him... He sees flashes of other places, other rooms, covered in flickering, flashing green, windows and reticules swimming through his vision, analyzing everything, information flowing, crashing, crushing into his mind. He remembers, now, the feeling of pain and numbness from Dan, the strange elation from Chuck, the feel of water on his skin, running through his gills, and he remembers the overwhelming input from Cassandra's sensors.
A small, cold hand reaches out of the abyss and grabs hold of his fingers, its grip tightening comfortingly. Another flash, a place far away, his vision speeding across the intervening distance, rushing across the blasted terrain, toward the ocean. He feels a number, a place, enter his mind and burn into his memory. He feels a kind, concerned smile. Henry->Chuck:Loc
Henry snaps awake as he falls from the couch. Looking around, he finds himself in a small lounge room in what looks like a hospital. Slowly, the memories of recent events fall back into place - the Hyenish, the hospital, the doctor, the dream. His head still hurts a bit, but he's up and thinking again.
There's a knock on the door, and Dr. Adler enters the lounge. "Ah, good to see you're up," he says, walking over to help Henry up. "I was beginning to worry. It's been a few hours now."
Elsewhere, Chet and Jayce sleep peacefully, recovering from their wounds, both physical and mental.
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Flying down through the clouds, Makali rapidly descends the tower. After a few minutes of free-fall, the clouds thin, and he begins to see shapes in the distance. It seems the Crash was not kind to this city, or, perhaps, too kind - buildings have been thrown together haphazardly for as far as Makali can see, piled on top of one another at odd angles, fused into sprawling, abstract structures of steel, wood, glass, brick, and cement. Most of them are intact, or, at least, undamaged, but the strange angles and possibly unstable arrangements would likely make them rather dangerous to explore.
After a few moments of flying through the tangled buildings, he spots one that looks somewhat more structurally sound than the others, even if it is jutting out of another pile at a 45 degree angle. A bit of smoke curls out of one of its more skyward-facing windows, and he can see a few dim lights on inside.
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Sydney finds a secluded building and switches outfits. Remarkably, it is exactly her size, and the corset is... rather flattering. Hearing sudden, emphatic clapping, Syd turns around to find Jen standing in the doorway.
Elsewhere, Levitica emerges from one of the many little tenements and walks over to the ocean king. "Hey, uh, boss?" she asks, holding up a handful of papers. "So, I heard y'guys talking earlier about the whole camp move, and, did the math - if we use the semi-trailers and disassemble the buildings we can prob'bly move most of the camp's materials in one go. We need to figure out where though." She brushes her hair back. "Where the hell're we going, basically?"
no wonder the people made of RAD would speak some kind of moon language
no way that is a coincidence
I'm hungry
Twitch (I stream most days of the week)
Twitter (mean leftist discourse)
whoa shit
henry I think is the only one healed
wounds would take longer than bruises
feel free to have more characer building dreams tho!
and
[The Gay Blade][W+1][5+,5+ Special: Bypasses Armor and Shielding provided by Protective Gear][*]
Dusty hands Sticks the weapon. It buzzes, once, and lies still.
Twitch (I stream most days of the week)
Twitter (mean leftist discourse)
Sticks tilts his head, hands it back, and flies to the opposite end of the camp.
Mental Note
Dusty is a jerk.
End Mental Note
man I hate waiting like this
(Except for wolf who thanked him once).
the things he could pull off
Chet has begun levitating in his sleep.
"... you doing here? Knowledge. I ... none. I know. But. Mind can do great ... don't use it. But I don't know how! Learn."
I've got ideas.
can't be done
[Henry Phys 2 Soc 4 Ment 2 RAD BS||]
I flex my hand in front of my face, trying to conjure back the feel of distance, the feel of speed, but it's gone. And yet something remains, a destination, and perhaps the smile of a friend. This will suffice for now.
Realizing the Doctor is waiting for an answer, I slowly make a fist, then rise up to sit on the couch again. "It's been a rough few days, Dr. Adler, I've been pushing myself and the exhaustion caught up with me I expect."
"How are the others, are they alright?"