yardbird: YOU LEFT ME WITH WHISKEY ALONE IN A CABIN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE I AM GOING TO DIE. (stop whining i left you with whiskey)
Murphy Pendleton ([personal profile] yardbird) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs 2012-09-26 04:34 am (UTC)

September 26 | OTA

[ooc: Continued from here:]

Cue more screaming as Murphy dropped from the shaft, only to plummet, arms flailing, through the dark gratings and corroded walls. Suddenly, there was none of that. Only a ceiling, and a clouded area with rising steam. But the way he fell, you'd certainly think he just dropped a great distance...

That was all fine and dandy, because it sure was convenient to have this squishy cushion (that wasn't really a cushion at all) beneath him break his fall... Didn't mean that he didn't hurt like something made of sharp and metal and nasty things had just chased him down the lift, though. Murphy was definitely feeling that.

He groaned, rolling off of the "cushion" and onto his back, hands over his face. "Shiiiit..."

This was the worst. The actual worst day on the Tranquility. And Murphy here didn't like it any more than the person he'd really just landed on.

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