making this cold harbor now home

[dubiouslychthonic]

Who: Sawbones Jetshard and open!
What: Several around-the-station open prompts, first week of March.
Warnings: Third prompt involves blood and routine medical testing.


A - March 2, Common room, ~1 A.M.

[It's still a little surprising to Jetshard how quiet it is in the middle of the night around here; it's not unheard of for others to be up and around at this hour, of course, but in a troll community the aftermidnight hours would be the busiest part of the day.

Anyway, it feels vaguely antisocial to spend too much time shut up in her quarters, even if her sleeping schedule doesn't seem to coincide with most others', so she's currently camped out in the common room, sitting crosslegged on one of the couches with a large, dense book open in her lap and her tablet computer balanced on one knee. Ever so often, she taps something into the tablet.]

B - March 5, East Residential Hallway, ~7 P.M.

Aw, shit, no...

[The exclamation - more disappointed than alarmed, almost resigned - is accompanied by a faint clatter from inside the open door of Apartment #1. A smallish disk-shaped robot with a largish knife taped to the top trundles out of the room and down the hall toward the kitchen - maybe a bit faster than might be expected of a troll roomba. A moment later, Jetshard follows, stocking-foot and damp haired. She looks both ways at the door before spotting the device and giving chase. Hopefully it hasn't found any ankles yet...?]

C - March 7, Medbay, ~9 P.M.

[Jetshard sits on the edge of a cot in the medical bay, a combination of her own kit and some supplies she's scrounged up in here spread out next to her. She's turned away from the door; although she hasn't bothered to pull the curtains and hide herself from view, she's also kind of sheilding what she's doing with her body as she draws a vial of jade-green blood from her arm.

There's no real reason why she needs to be in here for this, except that there's something comforting about keeping medical things to the medical bay. It feels... safer somehow. Less vulnerable.]

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March 5th

[have_hat_will_travel]

[Aaaand that'd be a shriek of pain.]

OW OH NINE HELLS WHAT IS THAT GOLEM WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!!!

[... Yup, it got her ankle. Pretty good, based on the blood on her boot, though she's not limping on one leg. Was Jetshard aware of Pidonus' minor regeneration yet? This'd be an odd way to find out.

Regardless, Pidonus has launched herself onto the ceiling, holding onto a rafter for dear life.]

IT CAN'T FLY CAN IT?!!?!? SOMEONE HELP!!!!

[dubiouslychthonic]

[Follow the sound of screaming to find Martinet Wishgore the Motorized Scourcontraption. It's almost like being back at the rebel base, in exactly the ways that Jetshard is just as glad not to be back at the rebel base.

Unfortunately, with the robot's victim on the ceiling and therefore no longer a target, the little vacuum is now circling erratically in the middle of the room and occasionally making sad beeping noises. Jetshard's pretty sure that's not normal troll roomba behavior, but then, she's suspected for a while that Ammond and Chanry did something to the programming of this one before they attached the knife to it.]

Thankfully, flight's one trick the girls who weaponized it didn't think to give it. Give me a moment, I'll corner it.

[have_hat_will_travel]

That Construct-type terror is yours?!

[STAY ON THE CEILING OH GODS WHY]

What is even...?!

[dubiouslychthonic]

I didn't mean to let it out! And I didn't make it, I took it away from the little assholes who let it loose on the last place I was living...

[Maybe if she can get behind it enough that she stays out of whatever passes for its field of vision?]

[have_hat_will_travel]

Someone used the Craft Construct feat for that?!?!

You have some really evil people back home!

[dubiouslychthonic]

Someone used eighteen inches of duct tape, some epoxy, a knife, and a perfectly good cleaning drone for this.

[The roomba comes after her but doens't get the angle quite right; the blade glances off her boot, scratching the leather but not penetrating to her foot. Before it can turn and make another run at her, she hooks her toe under the protruding knife and flips the whole thing over onto its back.

There's something vaguely baleful about the way it spins its little brushes in the air.]

[have_hat_will_travel]

... I can see the knife, but the rest is new to me...

[dubiouslychthonic]

[She sighs, and picks it up. Now that the thing's been immobilized, it's easy enough to handle without risk of injury.] It's supposed to just roam around sweeping debris off the floor. It's just that Chanry and Ammond attached a blade to it, and I think they mucked with the sensors so it seeks out people's feet instead of just dirt.

[have_hat_will_travel]

... Why would you do that?! That's ... Really petty-grade evil in a horrifying fashion!

[dubiouslychthonic]

I wouldn't say evil so much as immature brats. [She turns the roomba over, and frowns, noticing the streak of red on the knife's blade; brighter than most trolls' hemopigmentation would produce, but maybe not out of line for an alien...] Oh, hell, it got you didn't it? Are you alright?

[have_hat_will_travel]

Children are evil enough that young dead have special exemption from being sent to the Abyss or Hells for their deeds.

And...

[Pidonus lands on the ground, one foot... Well, it's got blood across the visible part from the cut in her boot, but looks fine.]

I have Damage Reduction to recover from wounds, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

[dubiouslychthonic]

[Just gonna captchalogue the roomba, here, so she can focus on something other than the ineffectually murderous circle.] I imagine so. That's an impressive regenerative rate you have, there.

[have_hat_will_travel]

Not as much as it seems. It doesn't negate the pain, it only works for up to ten damage, and cold-forged iron wounds can't heal.

[dubiouslychthonic]

[So it is regeneration rather than resistance, Jetshard interprets this, and certain forms of iron are an irritant that interfere with the healing process...] I'm not familiar with that measurement, how much is "ten damage"?

[have_hat_will_travel]

... About two and a half times the HP of an average 1st-level commoner?

So, rather deadly to a normal person, but for a fit adventurer, not too bad...

[dubiouslychthonic]

...I'm still lost, I'm afraid. HP? [Sometimes it's just easier to let this kind of failed communication slide, but this is kind of a professional matter for her.]

[have_hat_will_travel]

... Oh, right. Rules differences.

People in my world, among other stats, have Hit Points, or HP. At zero, you're at the verge of unconsciousness. Below zero, unconscious and possibly dying. Negative-ten, you're done for.

Which is a particularly terrifying thing for beings like me who don't have a separate soul - when we die, we die barring True Resurrection...

[dubiouslychthonic]

So a measure of how much trauma an individual can withstand before they go into shock? To put it in the abstract, of course. [That makes a certain amount of sense, she supposes, if you can accurately determine what that amount is.]

[have_hat_will_travel]

... Uh. Maybe?

Shock, though, wouldn't that require lightning?

[Medical terminology has improved since her day.]

[dubiouslychthonic]

Not shock as in electrocution, shock as in the body's systems shutting down because it can't transport resources well enough.

[have_hat_will_travel]

Mm. Sounds weird to me, but okay. Not sure my body works like that in particular, but I am rather an odd case...

[dubiouslychthonic]

Fair enough. My studies indicate that humans are similar to trolls in this regard, but it sounds like your world is unusual in a number of regards.

[have_hat_will_travel]

I'm... Kinda an odd-one-out due to unusual species, there.

[dubiouslychthonic]

How so, if you don't mind my asking?

[have_hat_will_travel]

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