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Post by celia jones on May 9, 2017 19:51:12 GMT -5
| h eavy labored breathing escaped celia’s lips as she rushed through the tent city of exurbia. she chastised herself – why didn’t she pursue more physical endeavors? here she was – a renowned scientist - a haggard sweaty and possibly smelly mess, heaving her way through the tightly packed colonists. celia didn’t plan on staying in exurbia long, she hadn’t even planned to come here in the first place. but there were important matters she needed another medic for. a medic with ACTUAL supplies, as the fates only saw fit to give her revolvers. and so here she was, racing as fast as her stubby legs would allow, intentions determinedly set on the medic area. they must have been on a lunch break because it was so empty she swore she could hear the giant cicadas (more or less) chirping in the distance. celia grunted, lifting tent flaps until she found a young woman with blonde hair inside. she didn’t take time to register what she could have been doing in that moment, except that celia needed her for something that was FAR more important. one pudgy, wrinkled and slightly sweaty hand reached for the woman’s shoulder to get her attention, but celia’s blustering entrance and panting might have already alerted her. “come child! there is an emergency in the tar pits, we need disinfectant, sewing supplies, wire cutters and some tranquilizer.. if you have it. hell just bring it all!” and then the woman rushed out with a quick throw of her hands, slower this time as her hip began to cramp. celia frowned, unable to accept the fact she might have become an “old lady”. the trek was easy enough, except for needing to skirt around the edges of boiling lava. celia wanted to roll her eyes; why lava of all things?! why couldn’t there be an aboriginal tribe with PE peyote and like-minded shamans she could spirit walk with? by the time the duo reached the tar pits they would reek of sulfur and fishy water, but hopefully wouldn’t be too late. mewling pitifully was a baby ursa, half covered in hot sticky tar with one mangled paw trapped in a hunter’s snare. the tar hardened, creating a tough casing around the lower end of his body, and preventing most movement. the ooze bubbled just a few feet off, spewing hot gas and flecks of black in every direction. staying here was not safe in the slightest, but celia just knew she had to save the ursa’s life, and she knew she couldn’t do it alone. rushing to the baby’s side, she hushed it lowly and dug her hands into the hard pact dirt in attempt to dig out the hook of the snare. “here!” she yelled over her shoulder, scooting to the side so that the blonde could come beside her. |
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on May 10, 2017 15:26:07 GMT -5
Dawn is Tough on Grease... and Hands Colette spent most of the morning treating patients with smaller injuries - farmers who fell down a ladder or a tree and stuff like that - and was happy to leave work for a few hours and get back to her tent for some relaxation. She got out of her uncomfortable trousers, and just layed down on her bed and decided to read a bit - the perfect form of recreation for the lunch hours while the sun burns hotter than the rest of the day. She continued reading one of her favourite books, The Magic Mountain, where she left off the last time, and wondered on how the conflicting ideologies of the late-19th and early-20th century deal with the situation of the Earth being destroyed and people being deployed to a distant and not so friendly planet. However, her contemplating on these issues came to an abrupt end when...
A weird looking woman, who - based on her looks - could very well be her mother (or even her grandmother?) suddenly burst into her tent, without even saying hello or how's life, what did you have for breakfast or anything, and literally dragged her out of the tent. "Emergency in the tar pits?", Colette quickly reacted, wide-eyed, trying to seize up the situation. She picked up her large medkit bag, without having much of a clue what was actually going on. She was in a rush, and she said emergency at the tar pits, she guessed it must be something truly serious. It all happened so quickly, she almost forgot to get back into her trousers as she rushed out following her unexpected visitor.
The young medic literally had a thousand questions crossing her mind while following the strange woman to the tar pits. "So, who are you? Are you a medic? What's the emergency? How serious is it? Someone got injured? Burned by the lava? Why don't they make lava lamps anymore? Has there ever been a contestant on What's My Line whose job was selling lava lamps?", she spit out the questions so fast they seemed like an armada of arrows bursting out her throat, "And finally, why do you look like Guinan from Star Trek?" For one brief moment, the idea that this whole thing might be a surprise birthday party for her - in fact, her birthday occurred only three days ago -, crossed Col's mind, but then, she quickly realized that first, she never told anyone her birthday around here, and second, she didn't really have much friends around.
Then came the next big surprise when the pair reached the tar pits. The young Canadian expected a human, one of the colonist being in an emergency situation, needing help, but when her companion pointed to a direction, she noticed one of those bear creatures trapped in a snare trap, half covered by tar. It was a small one, apparently a child... or a cub or whatever they're called. So, she called me to help an animal? "I'm not a ve...", she almost started, but then, she took another look at the small suffering creature, and it took exactly one moment for her heart to melt. As she saw that poor little innocent thing trapped there, hopelessly begging for its life, apparently in great pain, she suddenly felt she has to save its life, at all cost.
Honestly, Col felt a bit awkward regarding the natural animal (or should we call it alien creature?) life on this planet. She never really felt comfortable around those things, being in a constant fear that she might end up as the dinner of one. But now, she felt so much different. Here was a patient, and she was a doctor. She felt her heart would broke if that poor little thing would die there. She needs to help. By any means. "Alright. Hold on.", she whispered to the little bear as she looked at the other woman with a face asking her what to do.
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