OOC: Splat, IIRC, that was the longest W@RF yet. They seem to normally peak out at 32 pages.
Also, me and Slaveless have agreed via PM to end the operation with Praetyre sleeping and Slap monitoring.
IC:
Praetyre awoke, rising from his sleep like a grumpy Elum. He put his armour on his bare, fleshy form, singing drearily and looking at the entrance to the surgery area. He walked out, regaining his sobrierity, and looked around. Slap was still watching over Arrack and Stuey, whose states were uncertain and hard to see. He peered, assisted by the viewing devices in his helmet, towards the monitors, quickly picking up some readings. He then spoke;
"Looks like things are stable, Slap. They should wake up in about half an hour at most. Not that I'm trying to tell you to do your job. You probably have things under control."
Praetyre zoomed out to regular view, and then began to have a bit of a brainwave. What exactly happened to that Slig his superior was going after? He paced out of the room, anxiety in his mind. He veered to avoid running into the Executive Lift, running up to the door of the Executive Hub. He tapped carefully but loudly on the door, trying to get the attention of any occupants that lay within.
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