CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral let him be and came back to the kitchen, "Marks is fine, he's just sleeping it off."

 

[Shayuri]

"Did you hit him?" Otter looked up at Feral and sighed. "Oh well. The night is young. And full of terrors, apparently."

 

[gribble]

"I'm not sure I like the idea of experimentin' on folks, seems like a...", T-dawgs response to the Professor cut off mid sentence, as his brain finally caught up to the conversation, "Did you say the acid spreads the possession? The girl was coated with it, and Marks was trying to save her. You sure he was just sleepin' Feral?"

Not waiting for a response, T-dawg starts moving in the direction of Marks' bunk, his face lined with concern.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral swears and follows.

 

[Rubberneck]

"Hey T, where's my gun?"

J.R. eats the rest of his food and follows.

 

[Shayuri]

"Not experimenting on folks," Otter says. "Too dangerous. That's why I want the mousetraps." She mutters a curse and starts off along with the others to check on Marks.

"I don't think he ever touched the stuff," she points out. "Don't shoot him."

Then she paused long enough to look back at Bukowski. "You know another thing that's wrong with this scenario? If they can self-replicate, why aren't we choking in them?"

 

[gribble]

T-dawg thinks for a second, his brow furrowed with the effort of remembering where he put the gun... then his eyes light up (you swear you can see the light bulb hovering over his head), and he reaches into the back of his waistband, retrieves the gun and hands it to JR, "Here you go - glad to be rid of it".

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R. gives him a curious look with a smile.

"Ats one place to hide it I suppose, not rilly wah I meant but whatever. Les go make sure Marks hasn't sprouted tenticles."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

When T-dawg, Feral, and J.R. checked on Marks, they found him asleep in his bunk, two heavy blankets covering his form--presumably to protect against the cold of the small room he'd selected as his sleeping quarters. The trio couldn't see his body, but his face looked fine--no burns, pocks, or evidence of harm other than a bruise given to him by Feral earlier.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral went in first, "This is my fault, so let me wake him up."

Feral nudges Marks's shoulder with his hand, "Hey, Marks, get up man. We need to make sure you aren't going to pop an alien out of your gut."