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Medicine : 1d100 90 Dr. Crawford determines that the cause of death is the gun wounds but is unable to determine the weapon and the time of death. The rain that began to pour makes it hard and the sense of danger clouds her mind as she look nervously around. "The body's too old, but they were ...

[Spoiler-Button=for host]invisible castle is dead, could the host roll for me and tell me an alternative for the future?[/Spoiler-Button]

"Hang on, let me see the bodies first," Dr. Crawford says. "For all we know, what killed them may still be around. Might be good to see what done them in."

She gets close to examine the corpses for a cause of death

OOC:   do I roll medicine for this?

"Really?" Doctor Crawford says, raising her eyebrow. "How big we're the footprints? How deep? Are they gone now? Maybe I should go out to investigate the trail."

"Damn it, I can't see a bloody thing," mutters Sam quietly.

"I'm not so good at sneaking business. Maybe we could go to the roof of this building to get a vantage point? If it's hostile, we would also have the height advantage on them."

Jonathan shrugs.

"Well, I'll be off then. I have things to do after all."

He walks towards the smoking car.

"If so, that is not my intended goal. I have never even seen this man before he came into this train, nevertheless."

"I'm shadowing who, now?" Parker asks.

I don't think I recall using any skills.

Seriously though I feel like i need some help getting up to speed

So I failed a San check in real life and ended up in a mental institution for the last few weeks. Back now

" i'll be taking this," Dr. Crawford mutters out as she grabs the hunting rifle and the rifle ammo. She glances down at the metal lunch box. Ooh! Mentats! Radaway! These things are getting more difficult to come by. Mind if I take these pharmaceuticals?" Dr. Crawford moves to examine ...

"Oh goodie, a locked door!" Dr. Crawford coos towards the gymnasium barricade. "I wonder what's behind it. But first of all, let's go see what we can scrounge up. Never go into a dangerous and unknown place without a pistol in one hand, I always say." she giggles. "Speaking...

"Oh, I sympathize with that completely," Doctor Crawford says. I do want to see if I can recover any of my gear, after all. I miss my scalpel dearly. I had one named Sophie. Always kept it in my coat. She used to have the most interestingly colored kidney--presumably the effects of eating...

"So, uh," Doctor Crawford says. "Why are you guys wandering around here? You don't seem to be... normal traders and mercenaries. Or prospectors or whatever the hell the scavengers and urchins are calling themselves now."

"Wunderbar," Doctor Crawford says. "Quite a few people there owe me favors... once we go there, I'll be sure to repay you for saving my life."

"I'm from Churchillstown, run a little clinic and a laboratory there," Dr. Crawford says. "I was just gathering samples of local fauna and flora which appear to thrive in radioactive and toxic environment in order to further my research in pharmacological solution of radiation damage...

"Well, shit. Did you say that they were dead? Disappointing."

She sighs. "You may call me Doctor Crawford. Now, could you kindly remove my binds?