Voyage of the Ulysses

[Siris]

The upchuck nearly got all over Henry, who took a few steps back and handed a glass of water to his new found patient
"Drink this, then pee in the cup if you can. I'm going to give you some antiacid to help with your stomach, but I can't know for sure what you have until I run some tests. Quite frankly, it could just be a bad case of under-sea sickness"
His nurse returned with a small glass vile with a few yellow pills in it, each about the size and shape of your standard Tylonal.
"Don't chew these. Or snort them. Just swallow them with water, and it should hold the pain and such off for atleast a little while"

 

[runedeadthA]

Arthur walked carefully back to room to retrieve his jacket. Pancakes? Ugh. He felt sick, watching the crew having that eating competition nearly made him hurl right then and there. He grabbed his jacket and wandered down to the engine room, everyone seemed to be rushing round a lot, but he supposed that the captain ran a tight ship, he heard they were like that. His stomach was still upsetting so he decided to go down to the engines to take his mind off the pain.

However he was stopped at the door by a young marine.
"Sorry I can't let you in here at the moment"
" Why not!" Arthur argued back
" We may have a stowaway and we are trying to find him"
" Well its nothing to do with me! Just let me in and I will keep out of the way"
The annoyed marine just says "buzz off!"
Arthur opened his mouth to reply when a sudden wave of nausea hit him, he stumbled into the wall and vomited over the marines boots.
'Hah, got him' Arthur thought muzzily

 

[RedDiablo]

"Ughh, too full..." John glanced down at his plate, still with the remnants of half-eaten pancakes and syrup dripping down his fork. He looked at the clock on the wall, and saw it was work time. He got up slowly, and walked over to his corridors. He opened the door, and began to find his equipment. He put them on, and walked down to the hull of the submarine for inspection. On the way, he heard a man saying, "Sorry I can't let you in here at the moment". An angry response was next, as the other man replied with, "Why not!". It was clear that they were arguing over something, so John stayed back, hiding behind a steel wall. The two men continued their clash, until a disgusting sound came. The man puked all over the guard's boots, ruining them. The other man hazily walked away, and the guard looked with disdain, mumbling to himself, "I'll get that guy". John remained still, looking at the guard.

 

[linchowlewy]

Raymond hid underneath the bunk. the boots of the search team sending shivers up his spine whenever they walk past the cabin door.

Raymond wasn't an official crew member, he probably wasn't even qualified as an official crew member. He was just an engineering journalist for a small Paris newspaper. Right now he would kick himself for going into the engine room and getting locked in, but that's a very hard task while underneath a bed, hiding from an armed search party.

The boots stopped ahead of the room Raymond Theroux was hiding in. The sounds were replaced by whispers and the sound of several rifles being cocked.

Raymond was shitting himself, no use hiding now. the guards boots slowly stepped closer. Raymond decided to forgo any potential pain and slowly roll out from underneath the bunk.

He raised his hands and was greeted by five rifles aimed towards his face. Behind those rifles was a tall German man in a neat uniform. his stern face demanded an explanation

Raymond began to explain himself in a strong french accent:

"My name is Raymond Theroux. I am a journalist for 'Arc de enginnering'. It's a french engineering magazine. Anyway, you probably want to know why i'm on your ship."

At this point one of the men pulled the safety off of his rifle, sending a cold sweat down Raymonds face.

"My magazine is very small and we weren't given permission to go on a tour of your ship. So i... I snuck into the engine room to take some photos and notes. While in their i got so carried away i had lost track of the time and before i knew it the door had been locked behind me. and, well. that's it really."

Raymond tried to pull some sort of face that would make it all seem casual and take some blame off of him.

 

[ThreeWords]

Will sent off the report and rushed down to breakfast. He arrived in time to hear the last of the speech, and joined the end of the queue. He took several pancakes, heap liberally with sugar and syrup, and sat down to eat, smiling to himself. He always food it funny that despite eating enough o make himself obese three times over, a freak of metabolism meant he burnt almost all the energy immediately, leaving him permanently thin. He watched other people in the crew settleing down, and enjoyed his food

 

[Anarchemitis]

With straight and remarkable annoyance in his eyes, Stihl entered the room of the stowaway, indicated presence by several men standing around the door to it in the engineering hall.
He looked rather casual, forcedly, but still disconcerted by the fellow looking at him wearing a recognizably fashionable hat with a gold brim and a pair of red sport shoes, oddly enough.
"Captain, this is Raymond Theroux. He claims to be a journalist who got lost on a tour."
"I don't remember admitting any sort of public tour."

 

[The_Chief]

Steve took the pills with water and then laid down for 10 minutes. he then sprang up and puked again. he said "doc i think its a stomach bug. i think i'll just go wait it out in my room. it'll only last about 23 more hours."

 

[runedeadthA]

Arthur though about seeing the doctor but he was reluctant to go 'round attracting attention to himself. And so he wandered off to his bunk and waited to see how his illness would progress.

Im going to see your reaction imachraginmehlaz0r (to your sickness) and then decide if i am going to A. link his illness to yours B. Escalate it

 

[The_Chief]

steve slowly went back to his room, and the second he got there he collapsed on the floor. he said to himself "their is something more serious then the stomach bug. i don't know what it is but i have to get back to the doctors, fast." so steve used all of his strength to get up and bolt to the doctors once again but this time he made it and stood up and was able to sit. and then he threw up. "doc i think its appendicitous. can you fix that?"

 

[Siris]

Henry couldn't help but laughing and commented
"That's is so unlikely that if it did happen I will yank out my spine and eat my own ass. But since you seem the type to jump to conclusions, allow me to answer in the shortest terms possible: let's run down symptoms. You had a large breakfast, so if you aren't suffering from loss of appitite. You do have pain, but nothing beyond mediocre pain. You haven't been farting either, so that isn't a sign in that direction. If you did have it, than you hit the point where you roll for a saving throw and score big, as cases have proven for spontanious recovery. Tell you what: keep taking the meds and wait a few bloody minutes, then let me know"
((I'm leaving on a cruise in two days, so I'll be probably gone all next week. And I know D&D wasn't developed until the 80's))

 

[The_Chief]

"fine (asshole) but can i atleast get some damn pain killers, maybe some of that feel good opium stuff(sorry i forget the name)" steve said, baring a small smile

 

[Siris]

Henry walked over to his desk and opened a large safe behind it, revealing his vast cabinet of pills in small glass bottles. He retrieved two of them and gave both to him. Each had different labels, so they could be destinguished
"This one has Buprenorphine in it. An Opiate, as you asked. This one has a COX-2 inhibator in it that'll do the same thing. The reason I'm giving you both is that you can build a tollerence to opiates, so this'll help if you do. I should warn you that opiates can also be habit forming, so I won't give you any more of those. Let me know how you feel later"

 

[dekkarax]

Robert strolled down to the infirmary, a pale looking crewman in tow.
Robert had hope for a nice quiet day, it started so well; after a hearty breakfast, he began to socialise with his fellow crewmen, telling stories of his previous commissions during the Great war...until one of the engineering staff threw up, sea sickness, he'd seen it a million times, hell, he himself spent most of his first commission up chucking.
He entered the infirmary.
"Hello, it's Henry isn't it? This man has just been sick in the canteen, sea sickness I reckon."

 

[Siris]

Henry nodded and took the man's temperature first with an old school mercury thermometer and returned a few minutes later with a cloth bag of ice and some ginger root.
"Unfortunatly, sea sickness has no actual cure. You do have a fever, however, so you may want to get some bedrest. Eat these while your at it, I hear that they work wonders. I recommend placing this over you forehead while you lie down. Also, you should get to the middlemost deck you can. You won't feel the ship turning as much. And it is Henry, so thank you for having some manners, Mr McAllister"

 

[dekkarax]

"Your welcome."
Robert turned to the crewman.
"Now, don't go to hard on yourself lad, the feeling will soon go away."

 

[RedDiablo]

John observed the marine for quite some time, until he saw a group of soldiers carrying a lanky man in their arms. John immediately walked away, and hid behind another wall, and he wasn't seen. He watched the soldiers carry the man away. He immediately walked away from the crowd, and walked to the hull for his work. While on his way, he suddenly felt sick, and said, "Oh crap, I ne-I need a doctor."

John ran to the doctor's office, conveniently labeled with a large, red cross on the door. He rushed in with hand cupped around mouth, and saw another man being treated. "Doctor, I need help."

 

[Siris]

Henry stared at the ceiling for a moment, rubbing his temples. It was going to be a rough day, he could tell already. He shook his head and asked in a slightly muffled voice
"Yes... what is wrong with you?"