OOC: Ouch, sorry for delaying the posting people, gone for three days or something and like, two whole pages
I've read up and caught up now though, I'll try keep my posting more steady.
IC:
Gore had dozed off again. On instinct, he turned and checked X was still in his cage, which he was, still out cold. He flexed the fingers on his right hand painfully, then continued to observe the surgery on Molt. Stuey had approached him.
Goresplatter: "Hey, Stu dude, sorry but I've kinda been drafted to keep an eye on the labs. Maybe you could drag him in here or something..."
Suddenly it struck him, he was supposed to have kept people from coming into the labs to some extent. He called out, and pulled out his baton to look more official.
Goresplatter: "Sorry, but could everyone not involved in the surgery or without a medical condition leave the labs, please."
He remembered hazily what Slap had typed to him earlier. He grabbed the Gore Rifle in his left hand, and pulled it out from where it had been strapped to on his back. He laid it down on a free desk and said to Slap.
Goresplatter: "The gun, I got from Phil. Feel free to have a look."
He smiled, and went to the door to guard it.