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 Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 2:51 am
"Oh n-n-n-no!"
Cassandra practically lunged over to the two injured parties, hands fluttering over them without touching. Despite her stuttering she seemed more determined as she dug in her pack to look for some medical supplies - burns meant burn cream and cling-film because fabric would stick to it. It'd be even better if they had water or ice.
"Anybody who has water or ice hand it over. Same with if you have burn cream or clingfilm in your pack!"
It took her a second to notice she was being authoritative.
"U-uh. P-please."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 3:26 am
Grace Eaton – Noble
Notes: You step away for one moment...
Grace stepped carefully out from behind some nearby greenery where she had been attending to... ahem... urgent business, startled by what lay before her. The beacon, the tall metal thing that had been their link to civilisation (Well, besides their communicators) was gone, replaced by a column of gushing brown water that frothed white at the edges with the force of the stream. The scene around was peppered with droplets of hot water as the geyser returned to earth.
She was shocked. The leader – a tall, feathered chap with a mane – was lying on the ground with his lovely feathers burned off. Another man was burned horribly – he was alive, but he looked like someone had mistaken him for a lobster, and dropped him in a pot.
She gasped, hands flying prettily to her lips. “Oh my!” She wondered how she could help.
One of the women fluttered over the wounded, calling out for water. She had water!
"Miss! Oh, Madame!" She called over the din. "I have what you require." She held out a full bottle of water, still cool from its time in her pack. She hoped there was more in there somewhere.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 11:35 pm
Aww shiiiiit.
Modesto's head hurt. Goddamn.
That had definitely not been the correct emergency procedure. He was hot, scalded, and in pain - it didn't help at all that his head was completely devoid of hair, and so he'd been free of, well, protective covering. He groaned and glanced over at the rest of the clearing - people were...walking. Yeah. Walking. And fluttering their fingers around.
"Water...in geyser?" he mumbled, still on the ground. He'd heard a whinny. Where on Earth (or whatever this blasted planet was called) had he heard a whinny?
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