Get to the campsite.
You continue to walk.
"...."
How had he managed to forget about that?! Oh god, now he couldn't forget about it again. How terribly uncomfortable the whole set-up seemed, now that he was aware of it! Eugh. He pondered his most recent meal, the 3-dessert medley, and shuddered.
'Where is the poop stored, anyway? Is there some horrible tank attached to me somewhere, ready to burst open if I overeat? What about drinking binges? What happens to people with IBS? Could the waste be used somehow to power heavy weaponry? Do I smell bad because of this? Oh god, is there really a tube up my...'
Poor Charro's tormented thoughts went on in that manner as he paced back and forth outside the shack in agitation, trying to put that recently-remembered knowledge out of his mind.
Eventually, for something to distract himself with, he finds a good spot near the shack, not too far from the others, and does some stomach-crunches before going to sleep. Or tries to, at least.
All this pondering what becomes of his incredibly unhealthy diet of 'dessert medley' is starting to worry him...
>Excercise! Sleep near the others! Try not to dream of waste-tubes and poop-tanks!
>Also set a silent alarm on my suit if possible, to wake myself after a few hours sleep.
[end:2-1]
You do a single situp and promptly strain your back. Because you're fat. So fat.
[aux:4+1]
You set a suit alarm to wake you up after a few hours and lay down to sleep.
"I hope they're all gonna be alright. Hell, hope we're going to be alright."
Upon that thought, Thomas glances around him and begins to keep an eye out for anything following the group.
You continue on down the path, keeping an eye out for anything odd following you. You see nothing.
Travis wanders over to the entrance of the shack, digs into the sand for a comfortable position, and waits for the corpse team to arrive. To occupy himself, he goes through his suit settings, curious as to what else he can modify on his suit
((If Mason permanently dies, I'm keeping the manipulator. 
))
You dig into the sand and start poking through your suit menus.
[aux:5]
Looks like you can control your suit lights, the monitor on your faceplate, the internal temperature, clocks, and...tetris? Huh.
(( I am honestly flattered by your responses to my humble messages mainly dedicated to coercing a stubborn man into the stasis pod and giving Feyri (or Jim) a loaded Chekhov's gun, pointed at my head Thank you! ))
Head to the camp. Keep the faceplate down for now.
((@piecewise While we are at it, do we have to take off our helmets to eat? Or is there more of clever tube systems and specially designed food to save us the nuisance of breathing the outside air?
Also, do our suits include the equipment to process the carbon dioxide back into oxygen, allowing rebreathing of the same air, or how much air do we have? ))
(Your suits basically burn waste products to get rid of them, are a pretty much perfect rebreather and can power themselves for several straight years, even on full power. You really don't have to worry about anything but food and water. As per eating, depends on what you have. A lot of your "rations" are liquid food that can be eaten via a tube, just like medication. However some of them are solid and you'd have to take your helmet off for that. But here, at least, you could take your helmet off and eat a quick meal without worry, at least oxygen wise.)
You keep going toward camp.
=snip=
((Hah, I was wondering when someone would pop up the ol'natural waste idea. Wondering that since the first mission-ship thread when Cael mentioned the ship's bathrooms.
That makes me wonder more...how is it done
to females?! 
I mean, are the suits we wear
attached to us?! Like, does it hurt to remove it//wear it?
Also...collection tanks?!
I really need to stop thinking about E.R. from my future profession view.
Really need to check on those medical files...
Edit: Gah, first post of the normal forum format page!
Catheters work on everyone. It's not like this is the first series of tubes you've had jammed into you, stasis pods do that too.
Gorat picks up the glowsticks that Conrad tossed and and couldn't catch thanks to his crutch. Jerk.
Wait for the rest of the team to get to camp, then go to sleep whether or not someone has volunteered for second watch.
Not Gorat's fault if the shadows get them while everyone sleeps. Or the Wyrm passes through behind the camera.
You sit in the sand and twirl an inert glowstick between your fingers, waiting for the corpse team to return.
Mason checks if he has the ability to stand, If he does he checks the house out, if he can't he'll find a crutch like thing to use.
You get up and stagger out of the ship and head for the house, struggling to move in the mud. You lean against the frame of the front door, breathing hard, and look around for some sort of crutch. There's nothing around in the entry foyer, least nothing you could use in an unmodified form.
The corpse team makes it back to the camp. 6 hours till you start moving again.
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