Backdated: Egret 26

[afterburner]

Who: Renee and OPEN
What: An injured redheaded dumbass has visitors?
Where: Medbay/infirmary/what have you
When: Early on Egret 26, after the train chaos is somewhat abated.



Things were more than a bit hazy after Renee had gotten back to the train. She was...not entirely sure what had happened, but she had been told that she'd taken a really good hit to the head. And yeah, this looked like where you ended up when you were off the working roster. She's been through here before--though usually, she isn't the one in the hospital bed.

So this is both disconcerting and disappointing, to her. She blinks--a lot, as her vision hasn't exactly cleared, yet, and Renee is still nursing a hell of a headache. Yeah, she's not hallucinating, this is still the med bay, such as that is.

"Anyone get the number of what hit me?" she asks, plaintively. Save from what little she does recall? She did this to herself. Worse, she remembers just who was with her when she fucked herself up.

"Is Prisoner okay? Anyone see him lately?"

Comments

[afterburner]

The humor actually gets her to smile, though it's brief when he says the train suffered glitches in the system. She's no computer savant, but even she knows that's questionable at best.

"Glitches like what? I can't help, probably, but it doesn't sound good..." There's always a chance she might know a guy, too.

[iamnotgod]

"False reports, of various stripes. Fire, lack of oxygen, broken pipes or similar damage; all sorts of alarms went off in rapid succession within the train's system."

Webmind looks unsettled, too; his projected expression shifts into a frown.

"Nothing went off out loud, of course; with so few people left on board perhaps there was no need. But there was nothing wrong with the cars or cabins in question when I checked, nor when SXT-246-029-256-062 did."

He rattles off the name like it's nothing special, even though using all of it isn't something most on the train do! Reasonably so, but still.