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[Amperzand]

[Wow yep I'm super busy. Hi.]

[Chevaleresse]

((No rush, I completely understand. ))

[Amperzand]

[Thank you. :V]

[On the plus side, the propeller-cube of pool-diving is almost working as intended and I have a couple grades.]

[TheBiggerFish]

((Yay!))

[Gwolfski]

[Thank you. :V]

[On the plus side, the propeller-cube of pool-diving is almost working as intended and I have a couple grades.]

Does it do strawberries?

[Amperzand]

After a moment, Patham gets a handle on himself, and carefully shifts to a more comfortable posture.

He is immediately handed one of the pods Porkins collected, leaving him with an admirable specimen for study. Porkins, taking a more direct approach to research, pockets one pod and pries at the other with a knife. A few moments work breaches its shell. It is at this point that a truly impressive amount of spring pressure scatters hundreds of tiny seeds everywhere, the wispy things floating gradually down onto the camp, blowing this way and that in the wind. Porkins himself appears to have suffered several minor cuts when sections of the pod shell bit into his hand, and his pocketknife is nowhere to be found.

Chaotic settles more thoroughly into his bedroll as seeds gently settle around him.

Elagn's search for survivors is eventually met with success. The main hall appears to be filled with dwarves, with candles everywhere and an impressive amount of smoke beginning to gather around the ceiling. Long chunks of steel stock, intended to be used for dam construction, have been crudely attached to the walls and ceiling to brace them up. Judging by the new cracks the group saw on their way here, and the recent violent events, this was presumably some kind of effort to prevent a collapse. Nobody in particular looks to be in charge, with several foremen and some Military officers doing their best to maintain order with more than five hundred dwarves packed into a hall less than a hundred meters long.

Murdoc carefully bids His Lordship farewell, the noble already turning to deal with less-complex problems. In the tent behind, the Priest's harsh voice makes itself known.

"Before you begin to explain, I did indeed hear your discussion. A pity that your superiors do not share your kindness, but such is life. Shelter and food is gift enough, if we must be watched by Steelborn fighters, so be it."

[Amperzand]

[Thank you. :V]

[On the plus side, the propeller-cube of pool-diving is almost working as intended and I have a couple grades.]

Does it do strawberries?

[Nope.]

[Well, I can't guarantee a typo-free environment, and I'm afraid these long update gaps are making me rusty, but here's an update.]

[TheBiggerFish]

Examine the pod.

[Elagn]

Organize workers to make better, nicer, and longer lasting repairs to the fortress's underground sections.

[LordPorkins]

Grab some clothe and bandage my hand. Then look inside the pod

((How much pressure we talking? My guys pretty small, so I'm kinda imagining him opening the pod and flying backwards like Wall-E and the fire extinguisher))
Example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woEN_tUVlNI
((Go to one minute mark))

[Amperzand]

[Even a hand grenade barely has the concussive force to throw somebody around physically. This is more along the lines of an especially unsafe confetti bomb, if it blew up in your hand hard enough to throw you, you wouldn't have a hand. Or most of an arm.]

[chaotic skies]

<<For that matter, you might be missing part of your chest at that point>>

[Amperzand]

[Keep in mind the fire extinguisher thing only works in microgravity and a vacuum, and even then slowly, not as an instantaneous burst.]

[LordPorkins]

((Darn.))

[Chevaleresse]

Organize workers to make better, nicer, and longer lasting repairs to the fortress's underground sections.

Assist with this along with finding a suitable location that the goblins can shelter in.