http://not-to-be-eaten.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] not-to-be-eaten.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2009-11-04 05:25 pm (UTC)

"I th-think you should stop holding her like that," Chopper told Tess. Chopper was still a little terrified of his company but at least they weren't out to kill him... yet. And his keen sense of smell told him that there were no undead hiding in the room. So far, the blue-nosed reindeer was safe.

Another fortunate thing for Chopper was the fact that he recovered his hat, backpack and some rumble balls from the Weapons and Possessions lockers they were guided to after being clothed and cleaned -- What the hell were those tentacle things!?

Now more or less prepared to do some work, he set off about the Medbay looking for items and ingredients that could help him treat people. There were many machines and instruments he had never seen before and he felt like a kid in a candy shop. Many sorts of drugs and medicines too, but since he didn't know what they did, he decided to leave them. Maybe someone could show him what they were for after they got out of this mess.

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