{Data Stream 17} - When Anger Shows

[hisoldgirl]

[so, someone guessed right and is currently standing over Ganymede's body, the tip of her staff pressed into the mangled flesh of the captain's former face. she's completely nonchalant about this, by the by, and more angry that she didn't get to kill him than that he's dead and at her feet and she's poking him with a stick none-too-gently]

The captain was to be mine. For harming the Doctor, he was mine to destroy.

[looks away from her sphere, down into the engineering section and toward where she thinks Orion went. he is so not on her happy list, let me tell you :|]

It would seem, however, we have more to concern ourselves with than the captain's untimely death, if those monitors are at all correct.

Comments

[bit_impossible]

With what he's done...neither do I. [he doesn't sound happy about this either.]

No, I wouldn't get far without your help anyway. [winces slightly and wonders how long it'll be before he can feel the entirety of his hand again.] I seem to be having the worst luck with this hand.

[hisoldgirl]

Good. [she does :D]

So it would seem. [finishes binding it, frowning faintly] Do you desire to return to the others who have been injured?

[bit_impossible]

There's nothing left here besides those monitors and the level three clue. Well, it isn't much of a clue; there's been something about level three this entire time.

We should return there. I have a feeling that even if I tried to play with the consoles here, I'd meet the same dead ends I have in the past. Orion should be our main objective.

[hisoldgirl]

And yet it is always out of reach, whatever we need. [frowns] But very well. We should head there. We can gather supplies along the way so that your burn might be properly treated.

[her eyes narrow dangerously and she smiles] I will deal with Orion, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

[notes the state of his hand. he didn't notice it before, but he can't move two of the fingers on his hand.] Yes, I should get some ointments on it at least.

I'm going with you.

[hisoldgirl]

Then we will gather some.

Very well. But I will deal with him.

[bit_impossible]

Knowing Oliver, he'll have sussed out a source or two for anything medical. I do doubt, however, that he managed to keep himself out of trouble.

You will let me get in a question or two, won't you? [smiles wryly]

[hisoldgirl]

Surprising, knowing his dislike of the medical profession. [is she still angry about when they got injured before? naaaaaaaaaaw] I had not even considered it a possibility.

[smiles] Perhaps.

[bit_impossible]

I think he dislikes it because he's been in hospital far too many times for his liking. And unfortunately, I have. I'm only glad you weren't hurt either.

Good! [because he'd ask anyway!]

[hisoldgirl]

I doubt it would have harmed me badly.

I get to dispose of him, though.

[bit_impossible]

In the very least, it would've burned your own barcode off. The panel seemed to be attracted to it in a way.

...Perhaps. [he'll pretend he didn't hear that.]

[hisoldgirl]

I do not need it.

I am pleased we are in agreement. [top that]

[bit_impossible]

Normally I'd say no, but...unfortunately, we're all reliant on these barcodes. You wouldn't be able to use any of the facilities or anything. Sure, there's some stairs and the hallways, but if Orion shows up and hops on a transportation pad, you'll be out of luck because you can't follow.

[pouts slightly; she knows he won't fully agree to those methods and no, turning his back on it isn't agreeing with the notion, darn it.]

[hisoldgirl]

Then I would find a way. I do not require a barcode to navigate a ship.

[sorry, Doctor, but your Powers of Pouting + 8 have no effect. roll to avoid damage]

[bit_impossible]

[smiles.] I'd hope that you, out of anyone, would be able to. If not, well, at least we'd still have Donna to help. And Lyle too! I think they're both unharmed. I haven't found them yet...

[rolls a 10, how fitting.]

[hisoldgirl]

[osubgosg] You do not need them. I do not need them. We are fine just by ourselves.

[bit_impossible]

[frowns] They're my friends, I just can't leave them alone.

[hisoldgirl]

You can, you simply will not.

[bit_impossible]

I simply won't leave them alone, got it. [purposeful misunderstanding, what?]

[hisoldgirl]

[see this look? do you see it? this is all you're getting in answer to that little stunt, Doctor]

[bit_impossible]

[awww so cute when she's angry~]

So what are we waiting for?

[hisoldgirl]

[hmphs, then turns on her heel and begins walking away, expecting him to follow]

[bit_impossible]

[chuckles; he does follow her, but remains a step or two behind, examining his injured hand while he walks. yep, definitely no feeling in his third and fourth fingers. hopefully, he's not going to need them for any typing or anything else that would require the full usage of his hand.]

So...after we've got some medical supplies for my hand, where do you wish to go next, hmm?

[hisoldgirl]

[eventually glances back at him, though she's still all :|] Level 3, of course.

[bit_impossible]

Well yes, that's a given, but what if it's not even opened yet?