OOC: Whee! Time to post again at the legendary RPG! Of course, I would make a re-introduction, but I will try this time not to make such a huge post…
New members: I did not come from nowhere. My characters have been here since version 5, 6, and 7. They are where they are supposed to be.
May I just ask: Why would anyone try to perform surgery on an animal when they are in MEAT plant?
P.S. Remember, try.
Also, sorry for my absence. I just was lacking inspiration. Hopefully, PV can post again now that his character needs to be distracted from Dek.
Gappiqu will not be in this post.
IC:
Agent the female Slig had not also awakened Christina the new doctor in the Laboratory and Krett, the unemployed Mudokon. There was another trained doctor inside the Laboratory who was expecting some sort disruption since an hour ago. His name was Slap, the first doctor employed under Dek, the head doctor, and he had awoken as if this was nothing new.
The Intern’s face blotted up with one half lidded eye, which represented his lack of sleep, and the other with full attentiveness. Slap moved his arm which contained almost a purplish pigment from the wall’s lights to go toward a clock. This clock was manufactured in such a way that was an alarm clock. The clock counted off every millisecond that went by, and found how much time the user had left to wait for something. With its awkward, twisted arms that flowed around the whole cubic clock, with four of its six sides actually having arms to count different units of time, it truly came from Oddworld, which fitted very well with the bizarre factory. One of the sides had a placement for how much time was actually left in words. This was Slap’s second time using it in his entire timeline of working at Rupture Farms. The first was for counting how much time some metal had left to melt. This time was to count off how much time his shift was. Slap’s spidery fingers turned off the timer and got up.
Slap had been working with Chris yesterday in finding out what kind of blood transfusion the Slig Agent needed. Needless to say, it was a success. Afterwards, he had worked with Molt, who apparently was a patient that needed a diagnosis for his unknown attack on his body that nearly killed him. Slap came down to a conclusion after 2-3 hours. Molt possessed a strange energy inside of him that flowed throughout his nervous system. Slap had little understanding of this energy, but it seemed to be related to Spooce. The energy also posed a threat to Molt’s entire body. The energy (which seemed inactive and almost un-noticed on X-Rays of Molt a few days ago) yesterday proved that it could attack Molt’s body and cause either an explosion, or cause every organ to shut down. Slap had no explanation why he did not see it before. Something activated the energy to make a threat on Molt’s body. Slap hoped to send Molt’s body to a nearby Laboratory to be officially diagnosed with what this energy is from.
In any normal medical facility, after a patient had surgery, there would be nurses to check on the patient overnight. The medical staff consisted of four doctors, all of which were not assigned to do nurse work. One doctor named Praetyre had taken the night off yesterday, leaving three or two left to work. However, Dek was also out at the time of Molt’s and Agent’s surgery, leaving only Christina, a new Vykker who was not yet hired and Slap, the Intern who desperately needed some sort of decent sleep. With blood transfusions and diagnoses going on, most of the night was spent awake for Slap. And with no nurses, Slap and Christina had to check on the patients (Dek and Arthur, (another Slig) checked on a Meech in the laboratory). Slap used the clock to count down every thirty minutes, so he could know when his shift of being asleep and awake ended. In other words, it was not an easy night for Slap.
The under-slept Intern rose from his chair and looked around in the small, glass room. Several monitors were humming, along with organ monitors that checked for vitality levels. The nearly mechanical Slig (Slap slept in the same room as Molt) was still in a coma, due to his condition. The energy levels were non-threatening, but due to Molt’s coma, it would take a while for Molt to awake. The only thing until Molt can be examined by a Vykker, who is in the field of understanding why the energy levels were so high in Molt, was to make sure nothing harmful was happening. Molt breathed regularly on his furnished seat, but his heart rate was low. Most of his other organs were not responding, such as his most of his disable nervous system. IV tubes connected to Molt’s arm, making sure he had some sort of energy left in him. Several wires were going into his metal to check his inner organs. As usual, nothing drastic happened over the past thirty minutes.
Slap checked Molt for another ten minutes, making sure that nothing else was wrong with him. The worried Intern relieved himself when nothing else unusual was happening to Molt. Using his spidery fingers, he grabbed onto his laptop that he always carried (due to muteness, Slap needed a laptop to type down his thoughts) and pushed the door open.
The humming stopped and the Intern was struck with sound from the Laboratory. (The glass walls are soundproof) A screech from an area closer to the door in the Laboratory burst into Slap’s ears, producing a shocking effect into Slap. The screech was nothing Slap had heard before. It sounded as if it came from a wild creature, which shouldn’t even be in the Laboratory. Panic rose into Slap, fearing what could be in the Laboratory and what it could do to the Inhabitants in the Laboratory.
Moving hastily, the concern doctor entered the area that emitted the sound. Before him was an unconscious Chris, an unconscious Mudokon (Krett), and another creature, which Slap would know as a Paramite (Beetlroot). It was bleeding badly, but it still looked like it could pose a threat. In such a situation, the doctor would calm the patient and check for injuries. Yet this could not be the case. Slap neither knew how to heal the injuries, nor did he know if it was right to save the Paramite. No matter how much he hated himself for thinking this, Slap believed that the Paramite should be put down after inspection. This was, in fact, a wild creature that was cut up for tasty treats and this was the place to do it.
The Intern knew little of what to expect from a Paramite, but he knew one thing from animal control classes at the medical school; Paramites only attack in groups. The Intern knew that it would also not attack him if he approached it, which eliminated a couple of options. The Intern had to act fast, and knew a couple of options he could try. The first one was to call another doctor to grab a Snuzi (he himself had no ability to shoot a gun) and knock out the Paramite. The other option was put anesthetic medicine into a raw piece of meat and feed it to the Paramite. Glancing to his side, the worried Intern realized he could try and use the first method.
Praetyre was right there, with Dek in plain sight. He was probably unaware of the crucial situation, since he was busy waking up Dek. Slap felt that if Praetyre had a powerful Snuzi, he could perhaps deal with the knocking out the Paramite while he checked for patients. Slap slowly and carefully walked over to Praetyre to not disturb the Paramite. He tapped Praetyre on the shoulder and silently typed down onto his computer screen,
“Good morning Praetyre. I would love to inform you of what was accomplished last night while you took a break, but other things are at stake. Apparently, a Paramite found itself here into the Laboratory, is bleeding, and I’m not sure if the patients are okay. Since you are the only one awake in the Laboratory that knows how to handle a Snuzi, I was wondering if you could knock out the Paramite while I make a head count. Then, we could exterminate the Paramite and have a Mudokon butcher it. I just need your comprehension of the task,”
Slap’s side view vision caught onto something after he finished typing it. Two things had changed. First off, the unconscious Mudokon had woken up and left the Laboratory. Slap wondered if he was in there for a reason. Second, Slap realized that the Paramite was unconscious at the moment. Slap turned back to Praetyre and typed down,
“Lucky us, the job of knocking out the injured creature just got easier. It already is unconscious, but we to make sure it won’t wake up while we check for any damage that could harm how much meat it can supply.
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The ray of artificial light shone on a female Mudokon’s head, which was peacefully slept in her bed. Her eyes peeked open, to figure out what was going on. It was morning, and she thought most of the staff was out of the R+R. She stretched under the covers, and tore the covers off. She had to admit, she was impressed she was even able to feel awake. The whole night, she twisted and turned and sometimes awoke several times in the night.
Kid’s disturbance lied in the yesterday’s events. Yesterday, she had not woken up early enough to protect her friend Anni from a tragic encounter with another Slig. This Slig had shot her twice, almost resulting in a death. Kix never forgave herself for letting Anni be so damaged, nor did she forgave herself for bringing Anni before a Vykker. Kix wondered during the night if Anni was okay and if she was going to feel all right in the morning. She constantly awoke in her bed, looking at Anni in the night to assure herself that she was feeling all right. These thoughts also disturbed her in the day while she fixed up an electric watering pipe into Anni’s garden. Kix just was never sure of her friend’s health at any time.
In the middle of the night, she saw that Jim, another one of her friends, had been checking up on Anni. Assured that everything was well, Kix finally found herself enough courage to fall asleep without fear that her best friend may be endangered.
The Mudokon looked to her side realizing that both Jim and Anni had left the R+R. Kix wondered where her friends might be. She removed herself from the bed and checked the room. All she could see was a few Sligs (Jutt, Jatt, Scarface, and Arrack) and an Intern (Domino) watching television, and maybe six other Mudokons (Jacob, Joel, Mike, Matthew, Sam, and Dean). No Jim or Anni was in sight. They probably left for reasons unknown to her. She figured she might as well wake up Dean, since he would be confused when he does wake up.
She went over to Dean and shook him while whispering, “Dean, wake up. Dean, wake up now,”
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As a Scrub began to awake to find himself on a metal floor, he heard distant and familiar voices. They were of his brothers, Anthony and Noah, speaking above him.
“Hey! Noah, look at ‘is eyes! They’re flickerin’ opan!”
“Yeah, I thin’ I see ‘em too! Nah, wait, his eyes ar’ goin’ back down…”
“Damn, I fought he was wakin’ up…”
“Poor bro. I haven’t seen ‘im in so much pain since he was beatin’…”
“Beatin’? Which time?”
“I believe it was da time where we did a prank on Joel…”
“Oh yeah! That was hilraious! But which time?”
“I believe it was the fourth… Or maybe the fifth…”
“For some reason, Joel all ways freaked out whenever we threw rocks at his port-a-potty…”
“Ah yeah… Wat was our punishment?”
“For Abusin’ use of a Crappin’ Facility and Attempted Assalt on another employee,”
“Oh that just cracks me… Wait a minut’!”
“He’s wakin’ up again!”
Isaac was giggling a little after hearing his brothers talk about a prank on Joel. He found himself awake and looking into his brothers’ eyes. Apparently, they brought were into Production and Packaging section of Rupture Farms. Just beyond his head lied a security catwalk that any Slig could patrol on. He was just at the entrance of the Production and Packaging area. He tried to remember what had happened yesterday. A gunfight… A few employees down…. Wildlife loose in the factory… A stuck up, over-dressed Mudokon… A Paramite that could speak… A native… A few other Mudokons… A Meech… A sting in his arm after being watched over a pinkish Vykker… A huge Mudokon… Some work here and there… There was nothing about staying in the Production and Packaging area overnight. He wondered why he was he was even in this situation.
He looked at Anthony who was staring at him and looked puzzled and concerned. His brother asked, “Man, are ya all right?”
Isaac did realize at that point, his bones ached like he had just been attacked on the inside. He didn’t know why, but just being on the ground threw a huge pain into his back. He groaned again and said, “I don’t know. My bones really ache…”
Noah cut him off saying in a worried tone, “Yer were screamin’ in the night… We didn’t know if yer were in pain or somethin’ else. Bad dreams, maybe…”
Isaac grew horrified. In the night, he had dreamed that he was being cooked alive. He only knew that Sam would get dreams of trying to escape from Big Bros and would scream in the night. But why would he have a similar problem. He responded, “I remember dreaming that I was in a pot of boiling water… And screaming for you guys to come….”
Noah replied fearfully, “Is that why you were screamin’ bloody murder when you fell asleep? You seemed ta do it fer quite sometime…”
“Oh… Well, it just wouldn’t stop…”
“Why would ya dream of such a fing?”
“Well, I don’t know. I’m just in a whole lot pain now…”
Noah and Anthony looked at each other troubled. They were really concern of their brother who was dreaming of pain and was in pain. What had happened?
Noah looked back at Isaac and said to him, “Well, let’s see if yer any better in a while. For the meantime, let’s catch some breakfast. Maybe we’ll catch up wif our other bros…”
“Seems good to me. But can ya two help me up? I can’t really move that well…”
Anthony and Noah nodded in reply. They would do anything for their brother. They scooped Isaac by the arms and lifted his arms around their shoulders. It was then when they both became extremely shocked. Isaac was red all over his back where ankles, shoulders and left eyebrow were. He also was somehow maybe half a foot taller than he was when they first entered Rupture Farms about three days ago. They couldn’t notice these kinds of changes before… Why was Isaac suddenly so much different?
Anthony was the first to say, “Oh my Odd, Isaac, ya look like ya just came back from a stretchin’ torture chambar!”
Isaac looked down to Anthony and replied a little shocked like, “Why, wat’s wrong….”
It dawned on Isaac then what was happening. He never looked down on Anthony. This was not good, not good at all. He gulped, curious on what had just happened. Isaac darkly said to Anthony, “What else happened to me overnight?”
“You look like you were beaten on the head, legs, and back! What the Odd happened?”
“I don’t know! This place is startin’ to spread its freaky on me!”
“Did ya eat somethin’ weird yesterday?”
Isaac thought back again, and tried to remember the last thing he ate. It was a Paramite Pie, he believed. That could have something to do with it… Then again, the others would have something similar happening to them as well. So that couldn’t be it. Did he get a disease that the others didn’t? He remembered interacting with a Paramite… Maybe he got something from her. Isaac thought to himself, “If she had anything to do with it, I will kill her. I really will.”
Isaac tried to think how he would deal with this. Maybe he could tell the other Mudokons involved. That would solve a few things or two. It could be possible that they knew something about what happened to him. Maybe he could ask the veterans if they knew of such a disease.
Isaac replied, “Maybe I just caught some odd verus (virus). I’ll look into it. Now, let’s get ourselves some food.”
The other two, highly concerned, agreed and started to move Isaac outside into the corridor.
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! Welllll, last time I checked, Agent 80085 has gone loopy, and is naked and cowering in a corner with no pants or shirt on (Boobies). Krett the mudokon was helping Chris I think, then Christina went in shock due to seeing and hearing a meech in a wheelchair (Sturg) ask a question, then Krett got knocked out from some fight I missed. Jerr the slig I think, brought Beetlroot the paramite into the lab. Aaaand Beetlroot be bleeding a lot near Chris due to an open wound, and needs medical helps. 
