OOC: I'll assume the lab is devoid of anyone else, then. At least, anyone conscious.
IC: Slash shrugged, and went and grabbed a couple of Scrab legs, and settled down to eat breakfast.
Sturg turned his back to the wheelchair, and jumped into it backwards. Which, off course, hurt. he winced, but settled down. He didn't see many controls, other than the off and on button. How did he get it to move? He then noticed some sort of metal pads in the back of the seat. He back leant against them. Nothing happened. He thought about why there wasn't just some simple buttons to move it forward, and it twitched. odd. He thought harder about moving forward...it did so. He thought about moving to the right. it twitched in that direction.
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After a short practicing session, he seemed to have the hang of it. Maybe it operated in a similar way to the metal legs the Sligs wear? He wheeled to the door, and was about to press the button to open it when it opened itself...he wheeled backwards, and one of the Vykkers walked in, and inspected a sleeping Vykker he hadn't noticed. He wheeled a bit closer "uh...can I borrow this, um...chair thing?"
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