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Tweak says, "Try the apples..."

Ellen Ripley (ellen_ripley) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-18 17:53:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 11, ellen ripley, location: gym, open, sam winchester

Who: Ripley and OTA
What: Licking wounds
When: Midday
Where: Gym
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

Ripley hated being idle. Especially when there was an honest need for stuff to get done. But with her back and shin peppered with stitches from the gashes she'd gotten from flying glass, there wasn't a whole heck of a lot that Ripley could do to help ... at least not in a way that burned off energy.

The gym looked ... insane. Half the roof missing, cots filled with people in varying stages of injury scattered all over ... and a great honking hole in the floor. The couple of doctors that the place had were up to their eyeballs, trying to deal with everyone's injuries. Ripley didn't know a damn thing about treating wounds, but ... hell, there had to be /something/ she could do.

She wandered over to the nearest person that was on their feet and doing stuff, and, in an echo of something she'd done on the Sulaco (which memory drew a grimace from her) she asked. "Anything I can do to help?"

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-20 03:02 pm UTC (link)

Ripley nodded.

"Got all the bottles counted already?" She asked. Math, she could handle. Math, she was good at.

Math ... would mean not having to think about the shit going down around here. That was good.

"I'm Ripley, by the way. What's your name?" She wanted to know as she took a seat ... somewhat carefully, thanks to the stitches everywhere. She didn't hurt, exactly ... more like things didn't want to stretch and bend the way they ought to.

"I'm a pretty fair hand at math, so hit me with the numbers."

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demonboyking
2009-06-25 01:52 am UTC (link)

"Not exactly," Sam answered. "I think I've gathered most of the salvageable ones up. But I'm still trying to work out how many there are and how long they're going to last." He sighed. "I've got a feeling it may not be long enough."

"Oh, sorry. I'm Sam," Sam said, sticking the pen behind his ear and holding a hand out to Ripley. He watched the careful way she lowered herself down. He wanted to ask if she'd been hurt badly, but something told him he wouldn't appreciate the concern as much as maybe take offense to it.

"Thirty three bottles on first count," Sam said slowly. "I keep trying to get a good count on people, but they're moving in and out. Plus, the doctors are having to use some for irrigation of wounds and cleaning." He shook his head. "We're going to need more."

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-25 03:32 pm UTC (link)

Ripley accepted the handshake, then gave the gathering of bottles a grim look.

"Nice to meet you, Sam." She said. "We are /definitely/ in trouble if this is all there is. If all we did was sit, not move, and stare at each other, we'd each need about a litre of water a day. Do we have any way of purifying water available?" She wanted to know. "Or a source of water other than the bottles?" She thought about it for a minute. "Hmmm, weren't there working showers here? We might be able to work something out with that, if the water's still running after the quake."

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demonboyking
2009-06-27 08:41 pm UTC (link)

Sam sighed and nodded. That's exactly the line of thought that he was going through. No real way to purify water," he said shaking his head. We used to use some tarps to collect rainwater and snow, but I'm not sure if they are even salvageable, let alone where they are."

She paused for a moment and then spoke up again. There was something about the matter-of-fact way she had jumped into the problem solving that made Sam like her instantly.

"Yeah, showers are back that way. I still heard water running last time I went back that way, but it's not coming nearly as fast as it was before." He turned and looked over the gym. "I can show you, if you want."

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-27 08:58 pm UTC (link)

"Slow's better than nothing at all." Ripley said. "If we can find something to collect it in ... something metal would be /really/ good ... we could boil the water ... or, if we're lucky, there might be some chlorine in the pharmacy. A few drops, let it sit, and it'll be drinkable. Taste like shit, but drinkable. And useable for irrigating wounds." She didn't know anything about survival in the wild, but dealing with potential infectious agents and their sources, she knew. Cleaning water up was fairly simple, IF they could find or rig what they needed.

She nodded. "Yeah, would you? Maybe we can figure something out. I'm a pretty dab hand at rigging shit out of next to nothing." Weapons, barricades ... a water containment and purification somethingorother would be a piece of cake in comparison.

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demonboyking
2009-06-30 09:01 am UTC (link)

For a moment all Sam could do was stare at the woman in front of him. Like Shannon, it sounded like she was used to roughing it wherever she came from.

"Uh, yeah," he said slowly. "No, yeah. You're right. I don't remember seing any chlorine, but there might have been some. I don't really know what kind of chemicals might be mixing together in that rubble."

"Sure," he said, setting down his pen and paper and nodding towards the back. "It's this way."

He started leading his way through the cots. "Where are you coming from, Ripley?"

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ellen_ripley
2009-07-01 03:11 am UTC (link)

"Boiling it's probably the safer bet." Ripley agrees. "That earthquake really messed things up around here."

She got to her feet and followed him back towards the showers. "Straight from another clusterfuck of epic proportions." She said with a snort. "But more seriously ... I'm frome the late 22nd century. I am ... or, well, was ... a Warrant Officer and co-pilot for spaceships." Her mouth quirked. "Didn't end all that well, which is how I came to be a dab hand at making something out of nothing."

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demonboyking
2009-07-04 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Sam huffed a small laugh at Ripley's description of the place she'd come from. He knew a thing or two about clusterfucks himself. He raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed. "Spaceships? I always wondered if we'd manage to pull that off."

He led the way into the shower section of the Gym, not flooded with the sound of dripping water from the faucets echoing against the tile. He glanced over at Ripley. "Sorry to hear it didn't end well, though I can't say I'm sorry to benefit from it. Showers were over there."

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