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trans_92009-07-17 12:10 am
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This is why you don't bottle things up, kids [Open; Warning—Language! And maybe a little disturbing]
It starts simply enough: Meluly goes to get some of the horrible stuff in the mess hall that claims to be food. She sits, with the tray, and stares at it. One bite is taken, and a second, and she chews, but she hasn't swallowed, and her eyes are blank, and her face twists with disgust, and she coughs once, twice, and hurks, glop evacuating her mouth as her eyes squeeze shut with the involuntary half-tears of the gag reflex.
"Fuck!" she screeches, snorting back reflexive tears, in that horrible transition moment between self-control and lack of it. She grabs the tray and throws, and the throw is powerful but unguided, and the tray hits the floor and shatters while the glop spatters onwards across the floor. "Gottverdammt yebat fuck sakzera!" Her face has become something terrible, a death-rictus scream—
—and she slams her head down into the table, letting out a wordless wailing whine, and again, and again, and again... She slides back, falling, eyes open but staring unfocused at the ceiling, and against the floor of the mess hall she cries like a child, her mouth trembling but near-silent. Her head is bleeding, the skin torn and pummeled.
"Fuck!" she screeches, snorting back reflexive tears, in that horrible transition moment between self-control and lack of it. She grabs the tray and throws, and the throw is powerful but unguided, and the tray hits the floor and shatters while the glop spatters onwards across the floor. "Gottverdammt yebat fuck sakzera!" Her face has become something terrible, a death-rictus scream—
—and she slams her head down into the table, letting out a wordless wailing whine, and again, and again, and again... She slides back, falling, eyes open but staring unfocused at the ceiling, and against the floor of the mess hall she cries like a child, her mouth trembling but near-silent. Her head is bleeding, the skin torn and pummeled.

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to the rescuecoming to provide assistance after she saw Lafiel's request over the omnicomms."What happened?"
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Ah, good, her CO. Luly's grip is starting to get painful. "I found her doubled over in a pool of her own vomit and blood. I'm afraid...I can't lift her."
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She's sweating unseasonably, in a way that's rather clearer than it otherwise would because of the normal cloth she's wearing instead of the plantsuit.
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"I can carry her."
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"Alright, we've got to get her to the med bay quickly."
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