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*maria looks at dogfmorth*
What's up ?
Il follow.

*Marla reads palm*
Yep, he will recover. And take it easy sis. Your exhausted. Just rest. Relax for a few days.
No... fun stuff for at least a day or two.... that includes the shower and other items.

*Jim goes to the bar*

Jim: Thanks what ever you are.

OOC Be on an off for a bit.

*Amelia rolls eyes and writes on palm again*

"I can't talk"

*Smiles sadly and nods*

*Dogomorph leads Maria to bar*

*Points at Jimmy and tilts head*

*maria watches the new comer walk to bar causing several of the regulars to jump despite being 5,6 as her armour is caped in dried blood*

*Approaches bar*
Hello stranger.
Dr Maria. Welcome to the avatar room.

*Marla*
Exhaustion.. you just need to rest, it will pass once you have had time to recover. I saw no damage in scan.

*Jim looks up from bar*

Jim: Pleasure darlin. The names Jim Raynor.

*Puts out hand for a handshake*

*Points at new set of scans which say the vocal glands are damaged*

*Nods sadly and looks over at Yarrick*

*maria takes hand* maria. No one calls mr DR unless there in trouble. *Smiles*

Oh. Blood. We had a minor battle. There gone now.
calm for present.

*Marla reads scan*
Ok.... * Cal taught me... .. * places hands near gland and heals in a blueish glow and tea smell*
*Looks exhausted after*
Ok... job done... *staggers...* I need a sit down.....

OOC -_-

Bic *Croaks*

Cheers babe...

Ooc
Gtta go. Interviews

OOC Good luck mate.

I guess now would be a good time for me to sleep.

Jim: No problem darlin.

*Wipes blood of on a stool and looks for a jukebox*

Jim: Wonder if they have sweet home alabama?...

OOC Good luck.

*Marla has falls asleep in her chair*

*maria*
There's a juke box, past the bloodsatined pool table.

*yawns *
Il love you and leave ya. I'm exhausted.
*goes off to repressor to nap.

Jim: Thank you.

*Starts fiddling with jukebox and finds Sweet Home Alabama*

*Jim takes a seat at the bar and drinks*

*Milo limps over to Marla and gently picks her up*
*walks over to the Repressor and enters with her*
*I wake up under a pile of mutant corpses on the battlefield.*
Feth

*Marla mumbles* thankyou... Sleepy... Zzz

*milo sees a pack of photos, a letter and several other things she brought back from trip on side.
*one letter thanks milo and says that Marla has been very welcome, and congratulates milo on his choice by his brother, with a joke that he managed to out do all the brothers *

*Milo silently looks through everything and then begins to silently cry*

*I'm still pinned by a pile of corpses*

*teleports from secret room and turns on TV, and this is playing.

Dis hurrikane from 2005 iz launching a WAAAAGH! on Noo Orleanz!!!

*Marla's fallen straight to sleep on milo and is cuddling a small plushy karaken looking content*

*Looks in total contrast to the pile of bloody armour on the floor and sword with a red stained hilt*

*turns the volume of the TV up*

HEY! Didja know dat dis TV can streem programz dat no longer run? Dis hurrikane dat I'm watchin' iz from 2005, and iz launchin' a WAAAGH!! on Noo Orleanz!!!! And it'z named Katreena!

*Maria tiredly from tank hatch*

Yes I did... Its got thousands of channels and several thousand years worth of catch up tv.

Now if you excuse me I'm off to nap.
*closes hatch and goes back to bed*

*Walking past the TV sends a temporary ripple of distortion through it*
Oh. That's... not supposed to happen. What's causing that?

*changes channel and this starts playing*

Now dis iz da Amerikan Elekshun ov 2000! Da clozest elekshun evar!

OOC: I apologize if the links to the videos start in the middle of the video

*Waving hand up and down, causing the ripple of distortion to spread across George Bush's face*
Em, am I radioactive? Because that is certainly not intentional.

OOC: I picture your sig as an constant unholy wall of screaming and chattering.

Oh, dis TV iz immune to destructive forces.

*turns off TV*

 Verviedi wrote:
*Waving hand up and down, causing the ripple of distortion to spread across George Bush's face*
Em, am I radioactive? Because that is certainly not intentional.

OOC: I picture your sig as an constant unholy wall of screaming and chattering.

OOC: I'll take that as a compliment.

BIC:

i'll turn over control ov da TV to y'all while me and Badrukk plan stuff

*teleports back to secret room*

No, hold on a moment.
*Pulls out a dataslate and watches the rainbow-distortion spread*
...I need some help.

[Blinks awake slowly] [Smiles at seeing Amelia]
[Still wearing torn and dirty prison gear] [Manages to sit up] [Staggers to infirmary showers, and there's the sound of running water]

[On the tv, Benny-Yarrick is releasing a statement to the press about the successful and mostly peaceful reclaimation of a planet important to the Imperium and Mars] [A small green dot appears on his chest, and moves around slightly]

[Bridget doesn't notice, and is too busy looking at the static Verdai is causing] Can we put you in a decontamination shower?

*verdai gets visions of unicorns in suits yodeling with top hats and monicles*

*Maria walks out looking more rested*
Hey, *drops by med bay to check reports*

*sounds banging come from Santiago's room*
*Wade steps into the room giggling with something behind his back*

Please do. I... don't know what's going on. Perhaps I touched something I shouldn't have, perhaps my psychic abilities are acting up.