SadishAction: Sadish gestured back with a quick counterclockwise twirl of her own fluke, meaning yes, quite emphatically so.
A swirl of movement later and the younger Fin found himself struggling against a strong wash, upside down and twenty feet away. Laughter erupts at from the other Fins, and the small male makes a sound analogous to a human raspberry. He swims off in a flurry of movement, making a bit too spectacular a somersault through an air bubble before finding a different bar to settle into.
"Kids today," the older male sub-toned, the equivalent of sotte voce in an aquatic conversation.
"I'd say more, but I don't know that I was much better when I was his age." The older fin was one of the more interesting people involved in the conversation. He hadn't shared exactly why he was on the station, just that he was part of the event, and he had a surprisingly sophisticated grasp of history, if not an in depth knowledge of the topic in question. The scars on his side had an odd look, like the blast lines from an explosion.
"So," the older Fin continued, still in sub-tone,
"what brings a scholar such as yourself to Deliria at a time like this? A hint of a dream tells me you aren't involved with the festivities."
ScarletAction: Send the drone into the med bay. Look for useless crap interesting historical artifacts to appease Sadish with alongside attempting to locate actual medical supplies.
Piloting Sadish's drone was a learning experience for Scarlet, to say the least. With a lot of practice she thought she might be able to move the camera, move the drone, and move at least one of the manipulator arms all at the same time. At the moment, however, she felt pretty good to get any one of the three working properly.
With trial, error, and a lot of cursing, Scarlet got the drone over into the air vent that should allow access into the locked down section that included medical. Should, assuming that she could figure out the rather arcane workaround to make the air-vents function like a mini-airlock that Boris had figured out. Scarlet supposed the solution was ingenious, it kept the ship from bleeding air constantly and mostly contained the radiation leaks, but it was also utterly obtuse.
If Scarlet could properly figure out Boris' method, that would lock the vent cover and slowly open the outer vent in order to gradually ease the drone through. If she got it wrong, either both vents would remain closed, or both would fly open. The first just meant she had to try again, the second meant that her section of the ship would rapidly begin to vent atmosphere.
There were three vent control buttons next to the vent itself. One for open far vent, one for open near vent, and one for purge. Given the station's damage, and Boris' liberal rewiring, the buttons undoubtedly didn't function the way one would expect- which would explain why Boris had repainted the three buttons with new labels: A, B, and C. Attached via yellow sticky note to the opening of the vent was a set of highly cryptic instructions for how to 'cycle' the vent.
It did not inspire confidence.