Knowhere IC

Hey, I'm Rachel. I'm new.

How is everyone settling back in? Medical's back up and running (thanks, Doc) so as people start returning, if anything happens, we'll be ready to take it on.

Also, thanks to those of you who are bringing food back with you, and making special trips to bring back the food.

And for the people who helped transport the tribbles to new homes-- you know who you are. You're beautiful and we love you.

We could also use a little blood, so anyone who can donate, drop on by. We'll keep everything compartmentalized by who and where, it's just safer that way.

can someone bring me some narcotics and triptans and a bucket and sedatives question mark

i can't see comma so i can't go period

i'm at the truck period

Who: Beta Ray Bill & Alphonse Elric
What: Bill rescues Al from a rooftop
When: Afternoon, after this.
Where: Top of the apartments to Harry’s place
Rating: PG
Status: Log - Complete

( Was Alphonse stranded? No, he wasn’t. Was he a little freaked out? Yeah, he was. Wouldn’t you be if you had tribbles trying to eat your metal legs? )

I believe the temporary evacuation fares well. We are currently on schedule - passenger ships are leaving Knowhere at a brisk pace, some off to relief stations on nearby planets and others only temporarily orbiting the station. I am currently beyond the walls, watching as hundreds of crafts depart. It is quite a vision, and to have organized this massive endeavor so quickly deserves high praise for everyone involved.

At last check, there were still several long lines for those who wish to leave. Please keep an eye out for stragglers - I realize that many have opted to stay behind of their own volition, but there may yet be others who are needlessly lingering. Any ships that are free and still fueled should carefully return to pick up new passengers.


Alchemy team, are you likewise ready? When the last shuttles have taken flight, I will inform our you so that you may begin the process.

Fertile Evacuating people:

Remember to take your pets with you, even if they're already spayed or neutered. You could be away longer than you might expect, and we don't need to put up with the stench of rotting pets if they die while you're gone.

These damnable creatures, may they be eaten by hounds in Hel!

No sooner did I arrive and place my latest supply stores upon the ground did I notice a swarm of them inside the container, having already eaten every last bite! They must have fallen inside from above, likely having burst free of some ventilation.

I'm afraid that my latest delivery will be somewhat lacking. Please, fellows, continue to do your best to ration our wares. I have no doubt we will be - !!!!



No! No, release my cape! I will grind you to a paste beneath my heel, I swear it! Foul, wretched spot!



...ah, pardon my outburst. A small surprise had latched onto my attire.

Now. Despite my hatred for these tribbles, I caution you all: do no business with the Collector. Ignore his offer of reward - it will not profit you in the end. Yes, Tivan, you deplorable lout, I know you are here. You are an unending headache, and should I ever see you, my hammer will swiftly greet you between the eyes.

[...]I think we've come up with something and I think it's solid. Thanks to Georgia's idea to modify the little rodents Elodin an I have a few ideas actually on how to sterilize the critters en mass once they're frozen. He's trained in medical, I'm trained in alchemy which is chemical transformation and amplification of that manipulation could en mass sterilize the creatures but I'll need help. This place is huge, I'll need every alchemist and anyone willing to learn to copy or draw the array's necessary to do it to help me scatter them through the head.

Cosmo suggested we send them to a Cold planet using some kind of technology to do it since our passports only would transport one but I'm no tech expert, so does anyone know how to build anything like that?

So, several of our number here wish to end this ordeal with ice, and yet others would see it done in fire. How strange that the threat of these tiny creatures would inspire such poetry.


I am concerned, however, that our divided attentions will only prolong the problem, and it is a war of attrition that will surely claim many of us soon. Since my arrival to Knowhere, I have been dashing back and forth from here to Earth and other supply posts nearby literally non-stop - and I can honestly admit that I can go no faster and safely carry no more at a time. As my skills are not suited to subtlety, I can likely contribute nothing else to this dilemma; I will instead continue my efforts to relieve our barren stores.

Whoever is currently commanding this station must decide upon a solution. And to any who would see these 'Tribbles' spared...steel your nerve. We may yet fail to be skilled or kind enough to allow them to live.



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A thought occurs, albeit perhaps without merit. Can we determine a way to lure them to one point? Are they attracted to a sound, or a smell? If they are all together, it would be a simple task for me to either destroy them all, or use a portal to take them away.

Tribbles have managed to cause multiple power outages in the Med Bay. (There's a sentence I never thought I'd write.) Are there any generators around or someone willing to head to Earth and pick one up for us? We should probably have a couple generators here in case of emergency anyway.

Stealing my Coke truck would be a fantastically bad idea.

And yes, I'll know who did it.

You have no idea how many cameras I have.

I just found a Coca-Cola truck, like a full eighteen wheeler, apparently stocked with Coke.



Dibs.

[Bill is certainly a 'man' of his word. After having dropped by the Infirmary to retrieve the combined list of needed supplies, he immediately set off for Earth. Six hours later, there is a delivery:

Nearly everything on John Watson's list is neatly tucked away inside a large wooden crate, sitting just in front of the Med Bay entrance. Only a few minor items are missing, and some of the requested medicines are in lesser quantities, but a fairly good haul. It should last for a few weeks!

George Mason also received nearly everything on her lab supplies request. Some of the more obscure items were harder to come by, but Bill certainly did his best. The next time she exits her home, she'll find a similar crate with everything inside. She will also ( find this: )

Well met, castaways to Knowhere. I know not what force has brought me here, but my friend Cosmo has briefed me on our situation.

I am called Beta Ray Bill. This place, chaotic as it is, is quite familiar to me, almost like returning home; I also know quite well how often...'problematic' people tend to visit, so as long as I am bound here, I will dedicate my strength to its protection. Please call on me should you ever be in need.

Cosmo mentions that we are short on doctors. I'm afraid I have no knowledge of medicine, save for the most basic of bandages. However, I am more than glad to venture out anywhere for supplies - I do not require a ship, as my hammer will suffice to carry me through the stars. Food and other necessities as well. I am at your service.

I am also quite glad to buy a round at Starlin's, but only if you have tales to tell of your exploits. Beings from all walks of life often end up here, so it is only natural that there should be many stories to be heard.

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