Meeting

Who: Everyone
Where: Meeting room
When: After the crash
Tara had been in the medi-bay. Keto stormed in with the tree in tow and Trisees stormed out muttering about guns. Hazel, Wildflower and the new nurse Vanessa were playing black jack with a pack of cards. The ship lurched and tilted. There was a ship wide anouncement
"All avalibe important people come to the meeting room" It crackled and died out as water got into the system. Keto muttered something like "Your in charge. Destroy my medi-bay and ill kill you" Tara gulped
"Right, ok peeps." Tara took a deep breth "Vanessa, Hazel, will you go around the decks and help people who cant get here. Wildflower, Tree, can you look after the people who come here. You might have to move the furniture to one room and set up some tempory stuff in the offices." Hazel and Vanessa picked up some medi-packs and set off. Wildflower jumped up and down with glee saying 'im in charge, woohoo'.
"Oh Tria. Help Wildflower" Wildflower looked puzzeled "She's my AI. She can tell you what to do." Wildflower just nodded and started to talk to Tria non stop leaving the tree to do all the manual labor. With nothing else to do Tara set off to the meeting.
After a few suggestions. Alota piped up
"I have a suggestion" Alota said speaking up "Get enough of Keto's ointment bottles, empty them then fill them with oxygen, Keto's got enough of them to make the ship float, then get a diving squad down into the water to fix up engineering, prefrably make most of them trained in engerneering" Alota turned and recieved a sneer from Keto but a thumbs up from Tara. Tara looked around the room something was missing... no someone was missing.
"Where's Phil? Surly he should be here hes the CSO" There was a mumbeling in the room as people looked for Phil. Tara dashed out of the room to the science room.
She entered the door she was knee high in water walking down the corridoor a small surge hit her as she opened the door. There was a small tear in the wall. Tara filled it wilh some putty she found on a desk and sealed it with duct tape that was handily on the same desk.
"That should hold. PHIL. PHIIIILLL." Tara looked around...
<Phil, do I find your light bee floating?>
OOC- nice action Onion