Attempt to create a rope net for Thomas to that if he falls, he gets caught.
[handi:4]
You make a kind of awkward spiderweb of tangled ropes that looks vaguely net-like, and will probably function pretty well.
Maurice's face darkened as he relocated the shoulder.
I'm... verry sorry. There probably wasn't another way. I just hope that at least now you don't feel pain.
Treat Gorat's hands.
[med:6+1]
You look at Gorat's hands for a few seconds, poking at the fleshy mess and nodding.
"You know how sometimes doctors distract children before giving them a shot?"
"Yeah..."
"I just want you to know I'd never do that. Now, out of curiosity," You pull out your knife, "What kind of sound do you think this would make when chopping something?"
Gorat takes a half step back. "Why?"
"Well, I'm working on my self insert fanfic and I need a good onomatopoeia."
"Uh...Fwashink?"
You nod for a second and then, in a blur off movement, lop off the three most damaged fingers on Chin's hands. [chin End:3] Chin falls to his knees, screaming and bleeding profusely. You bandage up the stumps of the unsalvageable fingers and splint up the rest, wrestling with his thrashing protests a you do.
"Yeah, I think Fwashink was pretty close."
Continue trying to get up.
[str:5]
You finally succeed on pulling yourself up and into the room.
Help Thomas climb upwards via spiritual assistance.
You attempt to astrally project up to Thomas and goose him.
Charro was feeling a little out of his depth.
People were injuring themselves all around him, he wasn't sure if Maurice knew what to do, and worst of all he worried that his joke might have been in poor taste. He'd have to think of something better for later.
"I, um. Don't think that's supposed to happen, is it?" He poked the unconscious Faith with a boot, shrugged, then wandered off to find a spot to sit and think. He had important matters to ponder.
>Whilst the others faff about, seat myself on a convenient rock and go through my collection of broken bone jokes. Or any other relevant jokes. Try to find some that could be more appropriate for later on, when we look back at this horrible experience and laugh.
((Oh man, the update before last made be laugh so hard. Hehehehe. As for a prize, well, I have no idea. We could have a picnic in the anomaly to celebrate! ))
You sit on the ground and begin mentally compiling a list of broken bone jokes.
[speech:2]
Not a one.
Travis checks around the areas where the bar connects to the 'balloon' parts. Is it completely uniform, is there a small gap, does the color change slightly, anything that makes the bar distinct from the balloons. Travis then tries to pull the dumbbell straight up.
By balloon I assume you mean the weight part. The weight parts seem to fit perfectly flush with the pole and both are identical in color and everything else. You try to move the dumbbell again but it doesn't budge.
Actually, that was what I hoped for. Regardless of the method, the pain should've been overwhelming; now she shouldn't feel any. One piece of a very badly dislocated shoulder, I feel complied to specify, or so I believed back then.
Milno chuckled as he heard through the comms what had been happening in the other room.
"She'll be fine. Call it justice or cosmic payback for what she has caused so far, whatever. She is still in debt, though."
Stay near the site of Thomas' predicament. Help if needed in the case of a fall before the net is finished. If a net really is finished, get it and stretch it under Thomas.
You hang around but it seems like Thomas has made it up on his own.
Treat Gorat's hands.
Wince behind the faceplate.
You do a bit more then wince.