ONE THING

*stumbles out of darkness* Sorry! Sorry! I know Stitch tagged me with the Syringe gun but I've been tumbling with a Lung Infection as of late, I'll try to catch up. Sorry Stitch, didn't mean to snub you like that!

Only tagging those who I assume was involved with the fight (and the two characters Artie brought with him), sorry if I missed you!

Slight backpost to the fight

"Artie!" Jamie called back towards the triage area. "Artie!" he called again. "Do you have your syringe gun?"

Artemis looked around for the gun. Rosalind chattered out that she had it and tossed it to Junior, who tried to toss it to Artemis...with the gun landing in a sickening CRACK on the ground.

"D'ohh.....damn" Artemis said, rushing to get the gun. Luckily, it was fine. "Junior, honey, we're gonna work on your throwing arm once we're back home, that was pitiful, and that's coming from a man who hasn't played a sport ever"

"I have it Mr. Eastlick! I'm ready to..." Artemis pulled on the trigger, the gun emitted a sad puff.....

"Errr" Artemis tried it several more times....and then checked the bottom of the gun where a compressed air tank was supposed to be.

"ONE THING HOLLY! I ASKED YOU TO DO ONE DAMNED THING!"

Artemis rushed out of the room to fix his gun while the others fought. Artemis returned with a makeshift tank, filled from the resort's own air compressors lurking in the holographic walls.

"I'm ready to...." the fight was already over.

Phil was laying on his back, passed out, Mini-Phil was half naked smoking in a corner, Jaxx was moping out of the room, White Wolf leaning against a wall rubbing his head, and the others gathered around Phil.

"Ah...damnit" Artemis said, setting the gun down on a planter. "I even overcharged this damn thing"

“Bing bong. Hi di hi campers! This is your Captain speaking!” Echoed the eerie voice of Captain Cannon across the loud speakers. “Your new resort destination has been selected. All GELF are to report to the lobby for immediate termination.” There was an echoing laugh, female now recognisable as interchanging between that of Alota Chrysler and Katrina Chrysler.

“Mr Chrysler, this is your wives speaking. Please report to the nearest air lock for zero G training. Space suits will be provided upon survival of the vacuum of space.” The speakers crackled and Tara’s voice emanated

The group looked around, expecting Tara to emerge and attack them.

"Well that's just fantastic" Jamie said, growing steadily more frustrated with the situation.

"Yeah, we're kinda boned" Boyd said nonchalantly, toying with his pistol.

"I'm not privy to waiting for Tara to find and kill us, so I don't know about the rest of you, but I think we should get a plan together" White Wolf suggested.

"Well, my Magna-Gun could short-circuit Tara if you could get it close enough. With a few modifications I could get the power output up by...200, maybe 300%, more than enough to fry any shielding she may have" Artemis suggested. "Give me half an hour to get it modified"

"We're gonna need more than that, but Artie, go take care of it" said Jay.

"Well, any thoughts?" asked Jamie.

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So we've got the magna-gun, which at the mo' is kinda useless, give Artie half an hour and it'll be ready to go.

We need a concrete plan though. Thoughts?

Maybe part of it could be going to recover Cass and Jade (none of us are really aware of what's going on up there, so maybe someone goes to get them and wanders into it?)