CHAP 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience

[Job]

Øyvind walks towards the image of himself, trying to make some sense of what he saw.

Moving with caution, he looked again into the mirror but saw only his own face, pale in the dim light, hair askew. And then he realized that maybe what he saw was BEHIND him! He immediately raised his pistol, spun around and sat down hard, his back against the wall.

But he saw nothing in the toilet area.

Øyvind exhaled with relief and relaxed his arms, allowing his hands and pistol to fall into his lap. He closed his eyes and nodded his head forward, muttering to himself, "What is going on here? And hasn't anyone heard my gunshot?" He began to focus on the slow drip of the water, echoing lightly within the small enclosed room, and the rhythmic vibrations of the ship's engines.

He sighed, opening his eyes. And then he felt something on the back of his hand. He looked down and saw a quick movement, something small and black that crawled out of sight under his sleeve, tickling the hairs on his arm.

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Job. (the tortured one)

[Anatomist]

'Hva faen er dette!' Øyvind shouts ad tries to take of his shirt

occ,Traslation "what the f _uck is this!

[Job]

'Hva faen er dette!' Øyvind shouts and tries to take of his shirt

occ,Translation "what the f _uck is this!

Øyvind whips off his shirt, throwing it to the ground, and looks at his arms, rapidly turning them over and over, seeing nothing. He hurriedly examines his chest and abdomen. Nothing.

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Job. (the tortured one)

[Anatomist]

Øyvind stands up again and with the butt of his revolver crashes the mirror in anger

[Job]

Øyvind stands up again and with the butt of his revolver crashes the mirror in anger

As he raises his arm to smash the mirror, Øyvind sees the reflection of a dark, wriggling splotch along his neck.

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Job. (the tortured one)

[Anatomist]

Øyvind stands up again and with the butt of his revolver crashes the mirror in anger

As he raises his arm to smash the mirror, Øyvind sees the reflection of a dark, wriggling splotch along his neck.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind takes to his neck looking in the mirror trying to catch the thing, if he fail she will smash the mirror being convinced the mirror has something to do with this experience.

I must be dreaming

[Job]

Øyvind reaches up to grab it, but the wriggling, wormlike creature was gripping his neck somehow and was covered in an oily mucus--and Øyvind's blood--so it slipped from his grasp. Øyvind felt pain as the thing began burrowing into his shoulder!

I must be dreaming

For Øyvind,One can only hope!

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Job. (the tortured one)

[Anatomist]

Øyvind tries to frag the thing out of his shoulder and fails in doing so.

'help! heeeeelp!'

[Job]

After grasping at it and having it slip through his fingers, Øyvind is horrified to see it's tail disappear beneath his skin. Blood is oozing from the entry point down his chest and his hands are dripping red from his efforts to pull it free. He senses it moving. Tunneling deeper.

For Anatomist,I believe that it's time for Øyvind to make a sanity check...

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Job. (the tortured one)

[Anatomist]

Øyvind wriggles around but somehow he maintain his head grabbing the gun his lamp and start walking towards the doctors room to get help to remove the thing.

'Why arent they here already?' 'what is this!'

[Job]

Øyvind wriggles around but somehow he maintain his head grabbing the gun his lamp and start walking towards the doctors room to get help to remove the thing.

'Why arent they here already?' 'what is this!'

Øyvind stumbled from the washroom into the corridor, shirtless, bloodied, with gun in hand. The thought occured to Øyvind that if he was seen by any crew members, they might suppose that he had shot himself. He lurched left, towards the Crew's Mess Hall, but now the ship began to tilt sideways as if shoved by a large wave and Øyvind raised his arm to steady himself as he fell against the wall. He left a long smear of dark red along the cold, grey metal. As if the rolling of the ship wasn't bad enough, Øyvind began to feel dizzy and nauseous. The Mess Hall and Medical Lab seemed so very far away.

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Job. (the tortured one)

[Anatomist]

Øyvind raises his arms firing a round into the roof 'help!'

[Job]

The shot rang out, echoing loudly through the hallway. A sprinkling of dust and wood splinters fell from the ceiling onto Øyvind's hair and shoulders. He smelled burned gunpowder.

Øyvind then began to feel something blocking his throat. He couldn't swallow and had difficulty breathing, then began gagging.

OOC for Anatomist,Please roll1d100 for a resistance roll versus Øyvind's Constitution

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Job. (the tortured one)

[Anatomist]

Øyvind chokes

[Job]

Øyvind chokes

Dropping to his knees, Øyvind clutched at his throat and coughed violently, seeming to free the obstruction.

For Anatomist,Fortunately, Øyvind made his constitution roll and remained conscious: roll of 50 is successfully less than CON X 5 = 80. Unfortunately, Øyvind was awake for what happened next...

Øyvind drew in large breath of air and was relieved that the blockage was gone. From his kneeling position, he looked up the corridor towards the Ship's Mess, but saw only blackness. No one had arisen. No one was coming.

Øyvind suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck and when he reached up behind his head, he felt a large lump moving there, under his skin! Whatever it was, the lump then receded into the base of his skull and was no longer there.

He began to sweat and to feel exceedingly strange. He felt a deep, inward prickle of an alien energy. His heart began pumping erratically and alarmingly even seemed to skip a few beats. His breathing slowed even though he consciously willed himself to take a deep breath. Øyvind panicked and yelled, only he didn't. His muscles went limp and he collapsed forward, bouncing his head on the floor with a "Crack!" that he heard from far away. He felt nothing.

Looking out from behind the windows of his eyes, he watched in horror as something jerked one of his arms upwards, then used it to push against the floor, raising his body's shoulders. His head fell forward, providing a view of his heaving chest and twitching legs. The world seemed to close in on Øyvind as the edges of his vision began collapsing inwards. Soon he was in total blackness, unable to scream, unable to feel, and seeing only pinpricks of light that coalesced into whiteness, then nothing.

Øyvind was gone.

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Job. (the tortured one).

[Job]

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