Gently examine myself and see if I can't find out if I actually need the bandages on my hands and also determent if I can talk or not.
(4) You pat yourself through the gauze and feel a tingling pain. you might not need to be cosplaying as a mutant Q-tip, but it seems the bandages and ointment are roughly in the right places. You test your voice. it works fine, though it is mufled by the wrappings. You get some ointment in your mouth. Your tongue goes numb. The bandages soak up any drool, at least.
Admire the shiny hologram and figure out a way to effectively and efficiently clean up this here medbay
Name: Tamatoa
Species: Coconut Crab
Description: A large crab, bluish-purple in color in most places except his back, which is more of an orange...sorta plaid theme. Has two arms with pincers, five legs and one stump where the sixth leg used to be (although I don’t remember if crabs have six or eight legs normally), two swiveling eyestalks with more human-like eyes, and a mouth that also resembles that of a human
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen and water are both acceptable
Previous occupation: Hoarding
Miscellaneous: Loves all things SHINY and has no regard for any inner qualities.
(3) You aren't entirely sure what a medbay is supposed to look like when it is clean. Mushrooms are used in herbal remedies, right? You are pretty sure, at least, that the broken machinery and overturned carts should be disposed of. The thick sheen of some kind of industrial oil definitely should be mopped up, judging by the samll herd of dead rats laying at it's edges, the parts in contact with the oil being discolored and dissolved. You locate a wet floor sign and place it in front of the oil, taking great care not to step within a foot of the oil itself.
Read the book to determine their fate, and then sign off on it. Mourn the Loggerheads and their demise, and then ritualistically celebrate the life that they had given, and the value they have held, by ritualistically removing their most valuable organs, to later be sold. Once these most valuable pieces have been removed, go to the cafeteria.
(5) you are in luck. It seems that most of the valuable organs, and the brains, for some reason, have been removed and stored very carefully already. There are a few bodies that this process hasn't been completed on. Some of these are decayed husks, while a couple are themselves held in a sort of suspended animation. You deactivate this and dissect two bodies, carefully storing the organs in a separate cooler, which you label "totally not black market organs. Don't steal."
As for the logbook - it doesn't really give information on what happened to the mortuary residents: it's just a list of names, dates, and reason for visits, most of which are either "deliver body" or "collect remains and personal effects." "Drinking party" is a (surprisingly?) common occurrence as well.
Two stooges got us into this mess, two stooges will get us out! Comically leverage the other chump in here to push the button with them.
Name: Sirirx
Species: Vetan
Description: An old-timey space suit filled with eternally writhing eels.
Preferred Gravity: High
Preferred atmosphere: Ammonia
Previous occupation: Marrow Farmer
Miscellaneous: These crewmates look kinda tasty...
(2) you reach around to try to press the orb against the release button, but she dangles just out of reach of your eels, still trying to gorge herself on disinfectant tainted ammonia.
after consuming what is left of the mouse ,Zygomuc jumps ship and attempt to find where the cat went.
(1) you start gnawing on the mouse and fall off the eelsuit onto the floor, mouse side up. Something steps on you and you or the mouse let out an indignant squeak.
I walk up to the Quarter Master door. And kncok on the door.
"AI, can you open? There's know one here." I said out loud so the AI can hear me. If that doesn't work. Then I'll pull out a lock pick from my pocket and start fiddling with the lock.
you realize you only bolded the knock on the door part, right? Which you do. The Take-A-Number dispenser beeps angrily and waggles it's Qualph at you. You aren't sure whether to be offended or embarrassed to have a Qualph waggled in your face.
I’m smaller, so theoretically I can get done faster
Try getting my way past the captain to fill up on ammonia, when/if done, get out of the way so the captain breathes too
You and he both got Ammonia'd up last turn, silly. you are currently locked in the atmospherics booth, smelling inf industrial solvent and cleaner and dodging the Captain's grasping spacesuit fingers.
Head over to the chemical plant and acquire some heavy-duty cleaning supplies
(5) the motherlode. You stock up on as much as you can comfortably carry, catalogue the rest, and cackle in staticky glee as you prepare to hose down the entire space barge with Industrial Pine Fresh and Institutional Scrubbing Bubble-like Foam Spray and Windex.
Life Support: UNKNOWN. Oxygen seems okayish, if a bit thin
Engines: UNKNOWN. presumed functional, as gravity works. Also, power is functional, because if it weren't you and about half the planet you are allegedly orbiting would be vapor
Gravity: currently functional. you stick to the floor, somehow.
Life Support: UNKNOWN
Navigation: Functional.
Communications: UNKNOWN
Sensors: UNKNOWN
Weaponry: Online: firing
A.I: irritable. snarky.
Medical: UNKNOWN
crew quarters: UNKNOWN
Chemical Plant:EXTANT
Cargo: UNKNOWN
Captain: Sirix "Andre" 3000. Eelsuit
Vice Captain/Chief of Staff: Mr. "Big Boi" Koff. Cat
First Officer: UNFILLED
Chief of Medicine: UNFILLED
Quartermaster: UNFILLED
Master Engineer: UNFILLED
Navigator: "David Freeman." Currently in the guise of Tamatoa, a large crab.
Janitor: UNFILLED
Financial Officer: UNFILLED
Communications Officer: UNFILLED
Sensor Tech: UNFILLED
Ship's Dentist: Unit 37
Chaplain: Bubbles
Cook: UNFILLED
Other: UNSPECIFIED
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