OOC: Dammit, T-Nex has left. Real pity T, I can understand why you're leaving (If you're still around here to read this that is), but that doesn't mean I have to like the fact you're going.
And Stivik's gone too. This RPG has really been shaken up lately. And I've not been posting for 2 reasons-1) Exams, and 2) my computer got a virus and couldn't turn on. And BM< they aren't miserable slaves anymore, they're moderately happy to treacherous employees. Yes, this is very little like the old RuptureFarms.
IC:
Dek nodded as he listened to Slap's suggestion. "Good that you found a vent, go and open it quickly, to try and let some of the gas get out. as for actualyl setting up the backup ventilation, we'd probably need a slig, their masks can help filter the knock out gas's chemicals so the gas wouldn't affect them. I suggest Arthur."
Arthur himself was standing further up the corridor, not sure what to do and just hoping nothing else goes wrong. Of course, that would be when the distant sirens would start up. He rushed over to Dek and Slap
"Uh Dek, I think the Lab's not our only problem. There's sirens comin' from somewhere else in the factory. Sounds like way back at the station, or the grinders, dunno fer sure. So, what now?"
"Now, you go and start the emergency ventilation for the labs. Slap, can you fill him in, I need to open the vent shutters first."