Virtual Firefly Book continues 3
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, January 15, 2024 00:15
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PAGE 19 of 21
Quote:
Originally posted by Mobbex:
*Mobbex is on his way to his bunk when...* Ah... ha... aaaATCHOOo! *a hail of nasal gunk comes rocketing out of his nostrils and splatters the flooring*
Ugh... *notes that his throat feels a mite ticklish, all of a sudden*
What the... ahh ah *pinches the bridge of his nose, hence cutting the sneeze short* What's happenin' about me!?
*spins around and rushes toward the lower deck*
*Comes dashing into the infirmary with a look of distraught on his face* Doc, somethin' ain't right 'bout me. I'm sneezing and itchy all over and... *pulls up his shirt* Look! My belly's all reddish!
*Oram has set Abbey on the nebulizer when Mobbex comes in all sorts of panic, she turns around and is face to face with his reddish and obviously infected stomach*
*taken by surprise, she jumps back* AHH!!
Mobbex: *terrified* Is it serious!!
No, you’ve got hives and an allergy, I’ve got some crème and tablets in the cupboard to get rid of them… Jesus, did you HAVE to come THAT close to me?
Mobbex: Well, you have glasses…. Thought you might needed to see closer…
I'm not blind!
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Mobbex: *takes a step back* All right, all right! So, it's... huh... *gulps* benign?
Oram: *nods a yes* Yeah, it's probably just an atopic reaction to certain chemical compounds... *remembers who she's talking to* Huh... your body is... *sighs* You'll be fine, and for Christ's sake: put your shirt back down! I'm gonna put you on anti-leukotrienes and give you some calamine lotion for the rash...
*as she extends her hand to open one of the drawers, Abbey notices the gash on her palm*
Abbey: Oh my... that's a serious cut Oram! Did you sew it shut yourself?
Mobbex: Uh-uh, she blacked out.
Abbey: *gives Oram an inquiring look* You did? Who fixed you up then?
Oram: Oh, Stan did it. It's fine handiwork too, 'guy knew what he was doing.
*Mobbex scratches the back of his head, throwing glances left and write in a lame attempt at making himself look apathetic*
*Oram notices* What, you got a rash up there too?
Mobbex: Huh? No, I's just... forget it. So, erm, fine handiwork, huh?
Oram: Yup *hands Mobbex some pills and a bottle of skin lotion* It's good to know that there's someone else on this boat that can take care of things if something were to happen to me.
Mobbex: Take care of... wh...
Oram: Yep! How much do you weigh?
Mobbex: Huh? Ehr... 252.
Oram: *glances at the ceiling as she's gauging the posology* Two pills, once a day. Take'em before meal if possible.
Mobbex: But... I... Bah! *stomps off, his face twisted into a fierce scowl*
*gives Stan the cold shoulder as he walks by him*
Abbey: What's with him?
Oram: *chuckles* What isn't?
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*checks Abbey's vitals before signing the medical journal*
It'll take an hour, but I've got to clean the mess in the kitchen... been preoccupied with finding you and slicing my hand.
*Abbey only nods, enjoying the feeling of being able to breath easier. Oram heads for the galley, and begins cleaning up the unfinished meal, and cleaning up the droplets of blood and such she’s left on the floor and knife. She swallows back bile… has always hated blood when it’s from herself… but can handle it coming from other people.*
*Finally the area is clean and she begins a light meal for herself, along with a cup of strong tea to settle her protesting stomach. Thinking she can finally relax, she looks up and rolls her eyes*
Shouldn’t you be in your bunk scratching yourself stupid?
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Nah, I gotta grab somethin' to eat first, I'm starvin'. *rummages through the sideboards for something that fits his taste*
Oram: *sips her mug of tea* Don't forget the pills.
Mobbex: Right. *stuffs a hand into his jacket pocket, takes out a pair of scarlet red gelcaps and dry swallows them*
*winces slightly * Gah... that's stuff taste like Feh feh pi goh... *nods at Oram's plate* Any more where that came from?
Oram: *she shakes her head* Not this time.
Mobbex: Darn... *pokes around the kitchen for anything remotely edible* Hah! *takes out a dusty glass jar containing what seems to be olives suspended in vinegar*
*eyes the jar suspiciously* What the hell is that, in there? Are they like, eyes, or... *trails off*
*Oram just ignores him*
Mobbex: *shrugs, then unscrews the cap* Might's well have a sample... *struggles to pickup the olives with his clumsy, callused fingers* Gorram't... *finally manages to get hold of one, which he pops into his mouth without delay... only to spit it back out just as hurriedly* Pouah! This stuff's horrendous! *plunks the jar on the countertop, then walks off*
I'll be in my bunk!
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Quote:
Originally posted by Mobbex:
I'll be in my bunk!
*aims, then throws her right slipper at Mobbex's back, deliberately missing him by inches*
Enjoy your bunk.
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*catches sight of a slipper swishing by him*
*turns about*Quote:
Originally posted by OramL
Enjoy your bunk!
*points an index at his boots* See those? They're military grade combat boots made outta reinforced leather, and I hooked'em up with steel caps and titanium cleats.
*takes a step forward and rises to his full height*
You do NOT want to go down that road with me.
*kicks the hatch open and disappears into his bunk*
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*yells at Mobbex*
I'm so scared!!!
*to herself*
I think he just threatened to kick your arse.
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*pops his head out furiously* Well y' should be! There's a limit to what a man can put up with at a single point in time! I haven't slept in a day, I'm hungover, I got bruises in places I didn't even know I had, this ruttin' planet's makin' me sick, and I'm runnin' on an empty stomach to boot! I'm warnin' you Doc, I'm this *draws his left thumb and index together* close to throwing a fit and going berserk on you...
Oh! I don't believe this... Do you realize how much of a pain in the butt you've been on this trip? Picking fights, torching LT's mule...
Mobbex: *frowns* Hey, how'd you...
I'M NOT FINISHED! You really make it look like you're hell-bent on making your presence as big of a nuisance as humanly possible. Hitting brit... SHUT IT! Hitting Brit, barging into Abbey's shuttle, making outrageous demands on your shipmates when you're not just helping yourself to their valuables, and making the most salacious allusions, because to top if all off, you're the most filthy sick oversexed mongrel I've ever seen or heard of! Heck, with all this whore chasing you do, it's a miracle you're still alive at all! I'd be willing to bet that you've got more STD's than brain cells! You're a pathetic excuse for a man! And a lousy crew mate!
*crawls back out like a bat out of hell* You little... *hops on his good leg as he unties one of his boots* Mi tian gohn! You asked for it!
*Mobbex widens his stance to optimize the potency of his throw, then hurls the boot at her.*
*Oram gasps and ducks precipitately*
*The boot soars across the galley and embeds itself in the bulkhead by the doorway to the aft hallway, a mere six inches away from Stan's head, who was just coming into the room.*
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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Stan: *Looking at the boot that nearly killed him* Um…. Is this a bad time for you too… *backs out and walks hurriedly away from the two loonies*
*Mobbex makes to pull the boot out of the wall, shoving Oram to the ground, causing her to fall onto her butt, he smirks at what he’s done, but the grin falls away when she goes for him. In an instant he’s fallen to the ground, his bulk and momentum having moved the main table to the other side. Oram gets a few punches in (that that Mobbex feels them, or that they do any damage), before getting his wits about him. As an attempt, he grabs her injured hand, she yells in pain and swears at him*
You ta ma de hun han!!!
Mobbex: You started it!!
Let go!
Mobbex: Not if you’re gonna keep hitting my face!
Ni ta ma de!!
*Mobbex has had enough, he grabs her other hand. She’s obviously ripped some stitches out as blood is trickling down both of their writs, he tries to roll over, but he’s between a wall and a table leg*
Mobbex: *Yelling in general* Some help wouldn’t go amiss.
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*abbey hears a big commotion coming from above her: yelling, crashing and such. She fights the temptation to go see what is going on, but doesn't want to jeopardize the fact that she is breathing pretty good right now. She decides to keep listening.*
abbey *to herself*: Do we have a drunken brawl up there too?
*She hears another big crash*
abbey *again to herself*: Well, it sounds like someone will be down here sooner or later.
*abbey relaxes, closes her eyes and accidentally drifts off to sleep.
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