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Have a small FB go over to a library computer and search for nearby pharmacies.
(4) The FB scurries dutifuly over to the nearby terminal and searches for nearby pharmacies, returning with the results in short order. There are several dispensaries within FB walking distance of the library. There are two or three near the nearby cafeteria as well.
"OWWWW, FU-mmph. Sorry about that. I-I need to hold my tongue."
Try to get up without disturbing them further.
(6) You manage to disentangle yourself without further upsetting the creatures, who seem perfectly content to settle back into the warm spot you left behind upon arising. You are ushered quickly into the dining area, where a breakfast awaits. It appears that the food is prepared in Ood fashion, though, in Ood fashion as a small Oodling would do. It looks like you might have some tidying up to do after this situation is resolved.
Engage in honorable computer-wrangling - try to make sense of the thing in general, and how best to not make things go wrong in relation to it.
(4) As you traverse the Interspores, you begin to make sense of your console.inventory, ongoing projects, scheduled projects, shipping, receiving, maintenance, personnel, sporn, each section is in place. Submenus are grouped according to speciality: fungaloids, lichens, grasses, under inventory, planters, fixers, mouths, etc. under personnel, propelling, oozing, pulsating, crowd and individual under sporn. Your morale is rising as you experience such success.
Flip the closed sign over, and serve customers
(4)You flip the sign over, turn on the heating coils, prepare the oils and butters, and are ready to serve. customers begin to drift y in ones and twos for a quick meal. Inventory is good, though by the looks of it you might need to close a little early this evening to stock.
Start rambling incoherently about "IS ANYBODY OUT THERE? IM THE LAST PERSON IN THE WORLD OH SHIT THE WORLD HAS TURNED INTO A SMALL ROOM AND ONLY I SURVIVED AND EVERYONE IS DEAD AND I'LL NEVER HAVE SEX AGAIN AND THEN I'LL SHRIVEL UP AND DIE FROM OVERFLOWING FLUIDS AND WHY ARE THE WALLS MOVING AND I SEE ALL THE THINGS THAT EXIST AND ALL THE THINGS THAT EVER EXISTED AND ALL THE THINGS THAT WILL EXIST AND ALL OF THEM START WITH THE LETTER R."
(2) You receive a terse, poorly worded reply from what you assume is a wall-mounted speaker: "Please keep patience, prisoner one five three. Representation will arrive shortly to debrief you, and proceedings will begin in due course." After that, an audible click, and silence.
Ask the guard if there was any possible way for me to get out of the heaven-hole that is the Firebug.
I imagine my character wouldn't mind a hell-hole.
(3) The avian looking guard just blinks at you. The other shrugs and gestures back toward the maintenance region of the station. They seem less talkative "today."
(4) as you wait under the brush for your eyes to adjust,you continue to hear rustling from the nearby denizens, though the rustling seems to be receding from you. The prickles are digging into your sides and paws (or whatever they are), making you rather uncomfortable indeed.
(4) Though you make no response, the faces continue studying you, and several instruments are pointed toward your container. Soon the container is unceremoniously tipped over, spilling you out into a larger container, in which you have space to move and stretch. A request for identification and dialogue is transmitted from somewhere as well. In your new container are nourishment pellets and a saucer-like stool of sorts, apparently intended as a seat or resting stand.
((lotta good rolls this round. Mostly fours. I feel spoiled.))
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