DJ Black - Putting Your Foot in it

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“The skutters can build us a new one.” Seymour said. “They've done it before.” He paused. “Maybe they can even improve it with better upholstery on the chairs. Perhaps... dinosaur leather?”
“No!” Said Alex from across the room. He was pulling out the emergency medical supplies, the size of a briefcase. He slid it across a dirty deck towards Dr Black. “Is this any good?”

She popped it open. “Seven plasters and a tube of bonjella. Lets hope I don't have to preform open heart surgery on anyone.”
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Jade decanted the contents of the suitcase into her small bag. Several plasters and a tube of bonjella later she stood up.

"We could always beat them to death with it now? Or they could be alergic to Bonjella?" She sighed, wishfull thinking only got you so far. She noticed Jacky stood by the torn entrance of the Drive Room pulling on the trigger of the gun, the hollow click seeming loud in the deserted room.

"What?" He asked.

"Did you ever think your future self might not have meant a crab? He might not even have meant this gun? Look, if you need to talk it out let me know. One of my minors was in Psychology. I'm no shrink but I know a lot of coping methods."

Jacky's face fell at the thought. Jade inwardly cringed, prehaps not the best thing to say to a pacifist. Still, if it made him re-think things was it so bad? She began to root around like the others. Behind a pile of broken metal she unearthed a backpack. Looking in she grinned.

"Hey naked boy! Try this on for size!" She tossed the jumpsuit over to him.

"It's a girls one!" He protested.

"If you want to catch your death feel free to stay in your boxers. I've seen it all before." She gave him a wink. He put on the jumpsuit. There was a loud clattering as a handful of bullets and a screwdriver fell to the floor.

"Anyone found anything else? Also, how many more of us are there? Who is this Cass that's missing?" Jade asked, looking around at the others.