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[soulping]

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[skypsalms]

N, note? Oh... I... don't think I saw it. [ She totally ran past it, apologies. ] It looks like there's a med kit over there. Maybe there's something in there that might help them?

[3g]

Maybe. Do you want to open it?

[ He can keep watch over the screaming people. ]

[skypsalms]

Y, yeah... I'll open it.

It's just a med kit; it shouldn't be too hard.

[3g]

Then... all that's left is letting them out.

[ He pauses. ] We have to be, uh, careful.

[skypsalms]

How do you suppose we go about doing that? [ Looking around at the things they can maybe move. ] Should we barricade ourselves or make a fort?

[3g]

No, that won't mean much. And might take too long. Just try to put something between yourself and anyone else if you can.

[ He's already moving towards a nearby person, fully understanding that there's really. Nothing he can do to defend himself. IT'S OKAY, TALK BIG, ACT TOUGH, GET SHIT DONE—god, he's scared. ]

I'm gonna let you out, alright? [ PLEASE DON'T FUCK HIM UP. PLEASE. ] Or... try to.

[ Attempting to undo a restraint on a person... ]

[soulping]

[as soon as he releases the patient, the doors they came through slam shut.

The patient slips out of the bed and cowers next to it as another door slams open, unseen to you. You hear a low, unsettling cackling as a man in a lab coat appears, syringe in hand. He looks to you - through you - to the patient you released, and back again, before he takes a few steps towards you]

[3g]

[ ... alright. ]

Gale. Try and get the rest of them out. [ STARING AT THE CREEPY GUY. ] Hi. Are you the manager? I have some complaints.

[skypsalms]

Church? Are you sure? [ Compared to the two, he is the better option to stand up to the dude but— ] Please stay safe... [ With that, she's going to trust him and run off and try to free as many patients as humanly possible. She's got fast hands! So she'll be working her magic. ]

[soulping]

[the man smiles, a crooked twist of his lips, and approaches. The liquid in his syringe glows bright green]

[skypsalms]

[ STILL GONNA BE FREEING UP PATIENTS..... :c be strong and endure Church. Wait, is there a way out of this place? Or any way to open the door? ]

[soulping]

[there is no other way out]

[skypsalms]

[ Okay but is there a way to rally the patients—

SHE HAS CORN STILL?!

BEHOLD. CORN!!! ]

[soulping]

[are you really presenting hungry patients with corn]

[skypsalms]

[ YES! YES SHE IS!! She's gonna show them the corn and...then throw it at the doctor! Or at close to him as possible so they'll...mob him? Because that's what's gonna happen right. ]

[3g]

[ You know, he's sure that syringe can still do something to him. ]

Dude, if you can actually attack me with that and have it work? I'll have to start a fan club for you.

[ He's not moving, aside from pointing his holographic sniper rifle at him.

It can't do anything.

He doesn't even look threatening, probably.

But he feels fucking cool!! ]

[soulping]

[are you sure you want to tempt the doctor, Epsilon.

He steps closer, seemingly taking him up on that bet]

[3g]

[ HE DOESN'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING!!!!!!

But in honour of Blue Team, he'll do something stupid. Or maybe in honour of Alpha himself. Scientists are assholes. ]

Do you do signings? Those are popular in fan clubs, I hear. You can get like fifty bucks if you do cons. You're not very hot, but I'm sure if you do photo ops you'll get tons of people in line up.

[soulping]

[either he doesn't hear you or he's ignoring you, because he's still approaching]

[3g]

[ Well, as long as he can buy Gale some time to........... do whatever it is that she's doing, it's fine. SO FINE. HE'S NOT SCARED.

Alright, he's terrified. The question "Can a computer program encased in a robotic body shit its pants?" has never been more appropriate. ]

Dude, you need some exercise. Or is the slow walk just to look scary as fuck? [ A thoughtful pause. ] If so, it's kinda working.

[soulping]

[HE WOULD ANSWER YOU . . . but there's a number of starving patients, and your teammate just threw corn in his direction.

He lets out a cry as the freed patients mob him for the food, stomping all over him in their haste]

[3g]

[ AHAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT THAT WAS GREAT

can he get the syringe without being murdered though?? because it's probably better when it's on their side. ]

[soulping]

[you have acquired one (1) syringe]

[3g]

Yes! Hell yeah! We're awesome.

[ HE'S NOT GIVING THAT SYRINGE UP and is backing away from the fight. ]

[skypsalms]

I'm so glad that it worked!! [ Everyone, well mostly everyone, is happy about their situation. ] But...where should we go now? Should we see if any of the patients have any idea? The doors look locked still.