Paranoia: My Name is Troubleshooter

[Viking]

ArrMatee will continue to carefully make his way around the Exoskeleton, preferably without disturbing Spam-R's non-moving body.  He doesn't want to hold up the team's movement, after all.

[BlueBard]

Shoot-O is impatiently waiting for the Morale Officer's response.

[gdaybloke]

"Hrm", muses Spyd-R.

"Shoot-O, the computer in its wisdom has authorised me to carry a number of pharmaceuticals that may help put some life back into Spam-R. Requesting permission to administer as many as it takes, sir."

[BlueBard]

"Hrm", muses Spyd-R.

"Shoot-O, the computer in its wisdom has authorised me to carry a number of pharmaceuticals that may help put some life back into Spam-R. Requesting permission to administer as many as it takes, sir."

"Permission granted.  Get on with it."

[gdaybloke]

Spyd-R pulls out a handful of canisters, sorts them in his hand, and starts dispensing them.

[BlueBard]

Fortunately, Spam-R still appears to be breathing.  No point in wasting good medication on a dead clone, eh?

You place a pill in his mouth, but he isn't swallowing it.  What do you do?

[gdaybloke]

They should dissolve under his tongue. If that doesn't work, massage his adam's apple to force a swallow reflex.

[BlueBard]

Spam-R wakes up, gagging, with Spyd-R's hands on his throat.

Spam-R:
[spoiler]Last you knew, you fell in the darkness.  Now you are lying on top of the exoskeleton with Spyd-R's hands on your throat and you are choking.  You feel very dizzy, very bruised, and there is a sharp pain in your right arm.[/spoiler]

[Spam]

I try to get Spyd-R's hand out of my mouth to hopefully stop the choking.

[spoiler]What Exoskeleton? My exoskeleton, or somebody else's?[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

Spam-R tries to fend off Spyd-R, but stiffens in pain.  Spyd-R gets bitten as Spam-R clenches his teeth.  There seems to be something wrong with his right arm.

[gdaybloke]

OOC: My arm, or Spams?

[BlueBard]

OOC: My arm, or Spams?

Spam-R's arm.

All you have to worry about are the fingers he bit.  Hopefully he's not a filthy mutant with a poisonous bite....

[gdaybloke]

"This is for your own good, Citizen!!!"

Spyd shoves the rest of his pills into Spam's open gob and then clamps a hand over it.

"Swallow, for the love of the Computer! Only a filthy traitor would refuse authorised medication!"

[Spam]

Since there's a hand over my mouth, Spam can't really do anything else but swallow... Spam'll try to swallow the pills Spyd-R gave him ever so forcefully, and maybe even clamp down on Spyd-R's hand some more. Spam will also try to keep pressure on his right arm, as if in an act of agony and despair.

[gdaybloke]

"There's a good citizen! Why, I'm inspired to record your loyalty for posterity!"

Spyd makes a point of recording Spam's brave willingness to do his duty and swallow the pills with the multicorder

[BlueBard]

Unfortunately, Spyd-R, your multicorder appears to be non-functional.  It won't power on.

Spam-R, we'll have to wait a bit for those drugs to kick in.  They won't take effect until you metabolize them.

In the meantime, is anyone doing anything else?

[Viking]

ArrMatee is happily continuing down the stairs, enjoying the reassuring light from his Hottorch.

[Spam]

After the pill swallowing, I'll just grab my arm, and see if there's a problem with it. I'll try and see if it's broken, or out of place, or something.

[BlueBard]

After the pill swallowing, I'll just grab my arm, and see if there's a problem with it. I'll try and see if it's broken, or out of place, or something.

Spam-R grabs his arm... And screams like a crecheling.

Spam, you have no idea whether it's broken or not, but you know it hurts worse than a deep body cavity probe.  Well, almost.

Blo-R:
[spoiler]You have Medical skill... do you examine Spam-R?[/spoiler]

[gdaybloke]

Spyd cocks his head. "Fascinating..."

[The Phantom Eyebrow]

"Well Medical Officer, what think you of our fellow Troubleshooter's condition; can he be brought back to fighting fettle or should he be put out to pasture?  At least he still has one arm working, so that's something, eh?"

[BlueBard]

OOG: I guess I will assume that if anyone in the group has medical skill he has decided not to fess up.

"Let's get moving!" Shoot-O growls.  "Let's go find some water and get that exoskeleton running so we can get out of this Computer-forsaken stairwell and complete our mission!"

ArrMatee is cheerfully descending the stairs, taking the group's sole light source along with him...

[Spam]

Since obviously nobody cares, I'll just yell until somebody does something...

"WHAT ABOUT MY ARM!? It could be broken or worse, and yet nobody is doing anything!?!? What the frick! I was given pills, but will those help? And what if I'm allergic to them, and die from my innards exploding!? Those pills were probably poison, weren't they? WEREN'T THEY!? Let me see the pill bottle! NOW!"

[spoiler]If I don't get to see the pill bottle, I'll try to see the pill bottle by force until I see what pills I took.[/spoiler]

[Viking]

ArrMatee continues to cheerfully descend the stairs with the light source.  After all, he has much to be happy about!  The mentally unbalanced Troubleshooter is on the other side of the exoskeleton with the rest of his team, after all.

Life is good.

[BlueBard]

Shoot-O climbs over the exoskeleton and Spam-R.

"This thing's getting warm," he mutters.  He follows ArrMatee-R down the stairs.

Everybody else... you can follow the light... or wait until the exoskeleton starts glowing.

[Panther_Gunn]

"WHAT ABOUT MY ARM!? It could be broken or worse, and yet nobody is doing anything!?!? What the frick! I was given pills, but will those help? And what if I'm allergic to them, and die from my innards exploding!? Those pills were probably poison, weren't they? WEREN'T THEY!? Let me see the pill bottle! NOW!"

"Now, now, Citizen Spam, this is no time to worry incessantly about such trivialities.  We have a mission to complete.  You wouldn't want to fail the Computer, would you?  Here, let us give you a hand.  Citizen Spyd, would you mind rendering assistance?  I'll take this arm."

[gdaybloke]

"Here, this should help!"

Spud pulls out another bottle of pills.

[BlueBard]

Blo-R gently takes Spam-R by the arm to help him up... unfortunately, by the injured arm.

Spam-R:
[spoiler]Spam, Blo has unfortunately given your arm a slight twist as he assists you (you can't tell whether it was intentional or not, but you are a paranoid guy so you probably assume it is intentional)... and this sends excruciating pain shooting up your entire arm.  You don't quite pass out, but it's enough to make you feel queasy and faint.[/spoiler]

[Spam]

I scream out in agony, as it just feels like my arm is about to pop... in a really bad way. it freaking hurts. I just can't stand anymore of it...

"No more pills!" I yell at Spyd-r...

[spoiler]While I take my gun and try to shoot Blo-R, who's obviously making matters worse by hurting my arm. And because he did that intentionally, so... revenge.  :ph34r:[/spoiler]

[The Phantom Eyebrow]

Everybody else... you can follow the light... or wait until the exoskeleton starts glowing.

While this is not the sort of advice one should normally follow from a Paranoid GM, Numb does indeed follow the light.