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Name: Mikana Needleberry
Age: 24
Gender: female
Appearance: Dark skin; sort of a warm hazely color. Fairly short, just about 5 feet tall. Regularly wears cat ears; it's not unusual on her home planet (and dammit you didn't say she couldn't.)
Personality: Optimistic. Skillful climber (dunno where else to put)
Biography: Came from the rainy planet Thorn, was looking for a better job opportunity in the new planet she was headed to.
Other: Lavendered? Mauved? Rosed? Wait, no, it's marooned.
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The silent hum of the engine was all that could be heard.
It was sputtering, it sounded like it was about to explode, sending bits of shrapnel everywhere.
But no. It didn't.
Any normal person would expect the engine to freeze by now. On this planet, it seems like a somewhat normal thing. The aircraft was half-implanted in the hard ice. Bits of ceiling panel hang down from the hard impact. The ship is a mess, with the walls dented, the floor scattered with holes, and seats where passengers used to sit flung across the room.
The ship had crashed on Jasperine. Fuzzy memories remain of the panicking passengers and the horrible sound that came across you when the ship smashed into the freezing, splintering ice.
But yet you are still alive. How? Multiple reasons, all of which being..unknown.
Right now, your only thought and need is to be able to survive on this planet.
The ship settles. After your vision clears, you can see supplies and necessities scattered around. |
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I look to see if I'm injured at all from the fall. |
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A small gash remains on your knee, along with multiple bruises scattered around, some serious; some small. |
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I look for something; maybe first-aid equipment or cloth from something; that I could wrap around my knee. |
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A small first-aid kit remains lying on the floor. It was shoved open by the crash. |
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I take care of the gash using what's inside and see if there's anything left in there worth keeping. |
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The remaining items in the kit are:
A roll of gauze, multiple types of medicine and pills, and one syringe. |
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Are the medicines and syringes labeled? |
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The syringe is for injecting adrenaline.
The medicines are labeled:
-Depressant; for making yourself feel relaxed.
-Antibiotic; for curing bacteria-caused illnesses and infections.
-Antacid; for reducing the amount of acid in your stomach.
-Analgesic; for reducing pain.
-Antihistamine; for treating allergies. An epi-pen lies beside this medicine.
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I take the syringe, the antibiotic, and the analgesic, then look around the cabin for other useful things like coats and food and backpacks. |
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Over in the front cabin lies a box of rations, half-eaten. A ripped coat lies on the floor beside you, but no backpacks in sight. |
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I take the coat and put it on, hoping it fits somewhat decently. I then go for whatever rations still look good and put whatever I can into my pockets. |
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The coat just barely fits you. The remaining rations are:
3 biscuits.
An apple.
1 small bag of pretzels.
Save these for when you really need them, as it isn't very much. |
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I try to fit the rations in my pockets. |
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The pockets are big enough to fit everything. |
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I look around the cabin to see if there's anything else worth doing here. |
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The only thing useful that you can find and/or see is a small pocketknife in the front cabin. |
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I grab the pocketknife and look for a good place to put it on me. |
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You put all rations in one pocket. The other one is empty. |
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I put it in the empty pocket and then try to remember if there are any other cabins I can try to salvage from. I look for doors to help me remember. |
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A broken door is behind you. It's shoved open. |
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I walk through it and see what's on the other side. |
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It's the same passenger area as the one you were in, except much more messy and less salvageable. |
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I sift through it, anyways, determined to salvage as much as I can. It would be foolish not to. |
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A ceiling panel breaks and falls down, nearly hitting out in the head.
You've managed to find a small backpack, with nothing in it. |
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