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[Remalle]

Apply advanced medical kit to broken arm until arm is no longer broken.

[tryrar]

"...huh, waitaminute, doesn't this Mark-1 have hot heat fins on the back? Maybe I can use them to slowly melt my way out..."

Michael carefully uses the heat fins on his Mk-1 to melt the snow on his back and slowly work enough space to free his arms. He then proceeds to dig himself out if this works, otherwise continues waiting for rescue.

[Beirus]

Wait around. Try to make my body heal with my mind. Not like I can do anything else.

[NAV]

Go watch Mesk heal Jobasio. Try to learn some of his unique foot based techniques. Also, kick him if he overshoots (acting as a human decompensator)

[Kedly]

"...huh, waitaminute, doesn't this Mark-1 have hot heat fins on the back? Maybe I can use them to slowly melt my way out..."

Michael carefully uses the heat fins on his Mk-1 to melt the snow on his back and slowly work enough space to free his arms. He then proceeds to dig himself out if this works, otherwise continues waiting for rescue.

"That might work... considering you are on my back currently however I am going to refrain from attempting it as well" Vincent paused for a moment to take a breath and think, and then continued "Thank god our suits provide us with oxygen, we're packed in tight" Vincent then switched to the group frequency "Guys, were really stuck, like, can't move at all stuck, has anyone checked to see if that heat ray in the APC is still functioning?" Vincent then continues to try and wiggle himself some arm space

[Yoink]

Jobasio winced as Mesk jabbed at the broken mess that was his arm, but he decided not to complain.
The guy knew what he was doing, after all, or so Jobasio hoped. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on something other than pain.
...No, not their current situation, either. Or the teammates they'd just lost for seemingly no reason. Damn, there was certainly plenty to be unhappy about. He eventually decides that him still being alive is a good thing, and tries to think solely of that. Whig made it out in one piece, too! He forces a smile for her benefit. Got to put up a strong front, after all.

>Relax, try to ignore pain, wait for arm to be fixed.
Try and remember just what happened to those painkillers I filched from the infirmary once or twice. Did they all get confiscated?

[piecewise]

Apply advanced medical kit to broken arm until arm is no longer broken.

This time you actually do a professional job: reset the bone, local injections of long lasting pain killers, fast setting cast material, the works.

"...huh, waitaminute, doesn't this Mark-1 have hot heat fins on the back? Maybe I can use them to slowly melt my way out..."

Michael carefully uses the heat fins on his Mk-1 to melt the snow on his back and slowly work enough space to free his arms. He then proceeds to dig himself out if this works, otherwise continues waiting for rescue.

Problem with that is the heat fins have already melted themselves a nice little cave behind you, but that hasn't freed your arms. You try to turn a bit, wiggle the fins and melt more of the snow around your shoulders.

You mange to free your shoulders, and then your arms. You wiggle and struggle and crawl until finally, exhausted, you punch through to the surface and then lay there, panting, with the blizzard raging around you.

Wait around. Try to make my body heal with my mind. Not like I can do anything else.

You succeed on using mind over matter to make yourself feel a bit better, but you don't think it has actually caused your injuries to heal.

Go watch Mesk heal Jobasio. Try to learn some of his unique foot based techniques. Also, kick him if he overshoots (acting as a human decompensator)

He seems to be doing his job this time. Why is it that all the vets seem to oscillate between success and comical exaggeration?

"...huh, waitaminute, doesn't this Mark-1 have hot heat fins on the back? Maybe I can use them to slowly melt my way out..."

Michael carefully uses the heat fins on his Mk-1 to melt the snow on his back and slowly work enough space to free his arms. He then proceeds to dig himself out if this works, otherwise continues waiting for rescue.

"That might work... considering you are on my back currently however I am going to refrain from attempting it as well" Vincent paused for a moment to take a breath and think, and then continued "Thank god our suits provide us with oxygen, we're packed in tight" Vincent then switched to the group frequency "Guys, were really stuck, like, can't move at all stuck, has anyone checked to see if that heat ray in the APC is still functioning?" Vincent then continues to try and wiggle himself some arm space

You manage to get most of your upper body free, but then have to stop to rest, exhausted from several long minutes of struggling against the weight of the snow and ice.

Jobasio winced as Mesk jabbed at the broken mess that was his arm, but he decided not to complain.
The guy knew what he was doing, after all, or so Jobasio hoped. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on something other than pain.
...No, not their current situation, either. Or the teammates they'd just lost for seemingly no reason. Damn, there was certainly plenty to be unhappy about. He eventually decides that him still being alive is a good thing, and tries to think solely of that. Whig made it out in one piece, too! He forces a smile for her benefit. Got to put up a strong front, after all.

>Relax, try to ignore pain, wait for arm to be fixed.
Try and remember just what happened to those painkillers I filched from the infirmary once or twice. Did they all get confiscated?

Huh, don't even need them anymore. Your arm feels fine now. Well, maybe fine is the wrong word; it's still trapped in a big neon pink cast after all. But it feels much better.

[tryrar]

".....*gasp*....huh, made it. Hey guys, could use a little assistance here."

After Michael gets his breath back, he turns around and begins digging Vincent out. He then regroups with the others at the APC

[NAV]

March to the edge of the crater and look in.

[Kedly]

Exhausted, Vincent sighed "Man this snow is packed hard". He sat for a while figuring out how to get out, when he noticed he couldn't feel Michael behind him anymore. " Hey Michael did you manage to get out?" After getting confirmation that Michael was no longer there, Vincent fires his heat fins and moves around until he is able to get into Michaels escape hole and climb out.

[Beirus]

Give words of encouragement to team. Suggest somebody get the flares from the APC somehow so we can get off this frozen hellhole.

[Yoink]

"Ah, thank you, Doctor Vraite. It feels rather better already."
Jobasio nods pleasantly to Mesk, then sits back with a weary sigh. "So then. Bright and triangular, that's our ticket to getting out of here. Shall we split into three groups and form a triangle, with our suits' lamps turned up so that whoever's watching can see them? I do hope they are bright enough." He doesn't look overly concerned, though, laying Whig across his lurid cast and cradling her in his good arm with a content expression, still leaning against the fallen APC.
"...And do we have any means of digging out the APC? It would be quite a shame to lose it, after all it's done for us."

>Sit back, relax, and ponder a snappy name for my cast. Preferably a male one- we don't want Whig getting jealous, after all.

>Once I've decided on a good, respectable name for Mister Cast, get up, sling Whig across my back and team up with (grab) someone to form part of the light-lamp-SOS-beacon. Head off with them to form part of the triangle, using my wristpad to track the locations of the others if visibility becomes a problem.

Once in position forming part of a triangle, turn up my light lamps, making sure my faceplate is closed/darkened beforehand.

[piecewise]

".....*gasp*....huh, made it. Hey guys, could use a little assistance here."

After Michael gets his breath back, he turns around and begins digging Vincent out. He then regroups with the others at the APC

Exhausted, Vincent sighed "Man this snow is packed hard". He sat for a while figuring out how to get out, when he noticed he couldn't feel Michael behind him anymore. " Hey Michael did you manage to get out?" After getting confirmation that Michael was no longer there, Vincent fires his heat fins and moves around until he is able to get into Michaels escape hole and climb out.

Mike helps Vincent out of the snow and the two of them struggle back to the apc through deep snow and nagging injuries. The collapse down against the apc, sheltering themselves from the wind next to Jobasio.
"Thanks for the help." Mike says, elbowing Jobasio in the ribs.

"I drove us out, didn't I?" He says, rubbing his side.

March to the edge of the crater and look in.

You walk over to the crater, and sit down near the edge. The new lake is still steaming, but no longer boiling. No hellspawn are doing the backstroke down there, and there's no sign of the investigation target either. Nothing but milky water and rolling clouds of steam.

"Situation normal: Fucked up beyond all repair. Recommendation: Call for transport, go home, beg for mercy."

Give words of encouragement to team. Suggest somebody get the flares from the APC somehow so we can get off this frozen hellhole.

"We'll probably be fine. Steve is too busy to deal with us; he'll probably let Miyamoto handle it. Or maybe Milno. I wonder...what they'll do...oh dear."

"Ah, thank you, Doctor Vraite. It feels rather better already."
Jobasio nods pleasantly to Mesk, then sits back with a weary sigh. "So then. Bright and triangular, that's our ticket to getting out of here. Shall we split into three groups and form a triangle, with our suits' lamps turned up so that whoever's watching can see them? I do hope they are bright enough." He doesn't look overly concerned, though, laying Whig across his lurid cast and cradling her in his good arm with a content expression, still leaning against the fallen APC.
"...And do we have any means of digging out the APC? It would be quite a shame to lose it, after all it's done for us."

>Sit back, relax, and ponder a snappy name for my cast. Preferably a male one- we don't want Whig getting jealous, after all.

>Once I've decided on a good, respectable name for Mister Cast, get up, sling Whig across my back and team up with (grab) someone to form part of the light-lamp-SOS-beacon. Head off with them to form part of the triangle, using my wristpad to track the locations of the others if visibility becomes a problem.

Once in position forming part of a triangle, turn up my light lamps, making sure my faceplate is closed/darkened beforehand.

Ferdinand seems good.

You grab two other people and  set them up in a triangle with you. Once everyone is in position you activate your head lamps and point them toward the sky.  You all sit there for several minutes, with the lamps on as high as they'll go without bursting the bulbs. Eventually your neck gets tired and you look down, flipping the lights off as you do. Hope Steve saw that.

[Remalle]

"Well, I'm not entirely sure that will have done any good, so for now let's try and dig out the APC.  Wait, actually, I have a better idea; you all stay here and try to dig out the APC for now, and I'll be right back."
Check my fuel reserves and fly out a moderate distance away from the team.  From the air, survey the land and charge my Pyramid of Power for a dynamic bonus to aux, in preparation to blast out a triangular crater.

[tryrar]

"Hey mesk, I have a better idea than carving out pieces of the terrain. Since the APC is pretty much junk with that broken axle, I say we strip it. Then, we take the radio, use our wristcoms to cobble together a sending unit, and take the scrap and kludge a bigger antenna so we can contact Steve."