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Tweak says, "FOR-EV-VER!"

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
2009-07-01 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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