[Patrick Vykkers]

OOC: Er, how could Ricky tell Praetyre's skin colour when he is completely covered by grey armour?
IC:
Praetyre turned to Slap, and replied;
"Sorry, I was just a bit bitterly stressed and hated seeing other happy Inhabitants, so I lashed out.

You do make a good point about our staffing ratio. What would be your estimate for the average patient intake per day in a facility like this? We could extrapolate hiring requirements using nurse-surgeon-patient and lodge a request with the boss based

And actually, I was thinking of calling this an emergency for job security reasons. It isn't, really. It’s just that when you start allowing folks to operate out of an emergency, you get boatloads of paperwork and I really don’t feel like burdening myself or some poor bureaucratic schmuck with that junk and legal garbage. And I really don’t want to put any more pressure on the boss here. He looks like he has a hell of a job on his hands.”

Praetyre turned and walked over to the strange Vykker, offering to shake his hand;
“I apologize for my immature behaviour earlier. I also apologize for allowing my stress to overwhelm me and awake the darker, purely genetic personality existent within me. Please, welcome aboard. My name is Praetyre. What’s yours?”
Domino continued to wrestle Arrack, and eventually held the organ bag above the Slig’s head and slammed it down like a wrestler, having learned some lessons from first hand experience with Malarkey as how to forcibly attach a hood to someone’s head. He pulled the bag so it would automatically zip tight enough to require the force of a Scrab to budge it. It wrenched around Arrack’s neck, stopping just short of impairing his breathing.
Arrack watched as his world once again became a slitted one. He decided to just give up. It wasn’t very nice to cause enormous amounts of vomiting. He wrenched it off temporarily again, but it simply snapped back on again. He spoke through the mouth hole;
“Sorry.”
Domino was about to give Arrack a bit of a platonic, reassuring hug when he saw a freakish looking Vykker through the nearby lab door. He screamed and receded, horrible mental images of cyclopean captain’s, steam engine’s, and brooms. He screamed almost as loudly as Arrack once had, and collapsed in a heap, crying.