While Dek's back was turned Stivik approached the machine and examined it. He was rather dissapointed as it would have been so much easier to add a squirt of something into a syringe. The machine bore nothing shocking except a couple of valves, probably for letting gasses in and out which wasn't much use as it would probably make some noise, and a pressure gauge, though Stivik could see no way of fiddling with that. Well, maybe he'd get lucky.
(ooc: it's alright MM, I don't mind not being able to do much, cus then I'll have to think of some way of bringing trouble down on Arnie without screwing everything up.)
Jim came to a crossroads and looked around, not sure which way to take.
Jim: "Yeah, it'd probably be hard to find your work it out when you can't see." He suddenly spotted a dirty sign on the wall, announcing 'Lifts, That Way!'
Jim; "Here we go, there's a sign." He ran in the direction pointed, dragging Scruben after him.
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