Medicine and Clipboards - RPLOG
Participants
Date
27/11/2013
Log
"Thank you all for responding." The mall rat before you said, wearing a leather bomber jacket, no shirt, tight leather pants, and fighter pilot glasses. The group was gathered in the garage in RSX, the company having provided a set of trucks to handle the operations as a base point in a diplomatic initiative. "You're all cool cats and other things. So we've got a problem see. The clinic is up and running for the most part but we need to restock some supplies and get some of the heavy equipment in the radiation therapy area, nuclear medicine, all the good stuff." He continues on, walking over near a small fleet of trucks and tapping one on the wheel with one furred paw.
"These bad boys will pick the stuff up for ya if you can find anything there and keep it clear. You're job is to get there and sneak in to see if they have the things we want dig it? You'll each get a little radio and just flick the switch when you find it and we'll move on in after you've cleared the area. Now guess who is ready to take any questions and has two thumbs." He continues with a smirk, bending his elbows and sticking his thumbs out toward himself. "This guy."
Cookies is here in her now-favorite-clothes, a black turtleneck and brown sweater pants- they look knit, but she generated them with nanomagic, if the surreally soft metamaterial they're made of is any indication. She raises a hand, ears perked up and tail lashing excitedly. The catgirl mewls out, "You've scouted this out, right? We know there are working, non-degenerated tools in there? Is it clear of ferals? Do we have any maps?" After she's done machine-gunning out those questions, she nyas, "... How much are we getting paid, and on what basis? By how much we get, or just for doing the job- that sort of thing?"
Having gotten wind of the call, a small nekomata has decided to answer the summons. If help is needed, then she's certainly in a position to be of assistance. And so here she is, rocking a pair of jeans and a sweater and likely looking very out of place. Her twin tails swish nervously and she forces an all too cheery smile to try to cover her own worries about participating in this mission.
She listens carefully and shifts from foot to foot as Cookies spouts out her questions. "Pretty much what she said." Pavani says quietly. "I'm certain that we all want to make sure that we do the best job that we possibly can to get all of this taken care of." She folds her arms over her chest and tries affecting a more nonchalant stance, but that is probably belied by the fact that her gaze is darting everywhere except for straight ahead.
Aimee comes along walking on all fours despite the dragging of her breasts on the ground. She seems mostly used to it, not a scratch on her from it as she walks through to the Mall Rat. She knew the Clinic needed soemthing from these people, but she had no clue what, just that she was sent out to try and help get it. Walking around, she seemed mostly lost, whimpering and whining softly, eventually standing up on her hind paws, sniffing around, "I'm lost again..." she says softly whining to herself. She herself has not a scrap of clothing on, but lots of jewelery. Hearing Cookies talking though she turns to her, running over! "Angry Kitty!!" she calls out, a massive wall of breasts followed by a husky rushing over to the cat girl called out to! She seems oblivious to most everything else.
More than happy to assist Eureka in their need, a lioness dressed in a typical business woman's outfit stands by attentively, eying up and down her standard shotgun while she listens to the briefing. When one mentions a trip to the general hospital, it's best to pack your best things, and a little armor bellow her coat couldn't hurt. Not far behind the cat girl, she peers at that darn sweater and could only wish Cookies was wearing a dress instead, but such is life. At least it looked comfy. "I assume the building is still crawling with dangerous ferals just as always," Dio comments, looking over her shoulder as Aimme comes around and making way for the rush. "Seems to be a standard pacification and salvage mission, but I'm afraid I'm not too familiar with the area. I tend to avoid that hospital." Straightening out her suitcoat diligently and perhaps a bit obsessively, the lioness flicks her tail about and continues. "I'm quite curious as well if there's any useful supplies left, but I suppose we'll just have to find out. I'm willing to risk some pain for it."
The rat reaches up with his right hand to adjust the glasses, thin pink tail smooth and cool behind him. He leans against the large wheel of the thing as his head moves over the group to answer the questions in turn. "Woah, chill out there kitten. It's all good." He says, pulling out a little piece of paper and a small bag of some sort of green leafy substance. "We know some stuff there works, some doesn't but it's still good for parts. You're job is to clear out some ferals before the salvage crew goes down there and hopefully call out the best parts. We got some old maps of the place, pretty normal setup, and most of the stuff we want is on the first and second floor. Power stations on the basement." The papers are filled with the leaf as he talks and finally lifted up for his tongue to seal the deal.
"Pay is standard for a patrol job and a bonus if there's more trouble than normal or find something really good there." Just as he finished his little spiel and rose the joint to his lips Aimee ran in toward Cookies and he fumbled with it, almost dropping the thing to the floor. "Well I didn't see a no pets no service policy." He says with a shrug, flicking out a lighter to start up his smoke. "I think the only one around the garage and the hospital was something about smoking."
Cookies nods a bit as she takes in the information, about to relax her posture when she hears an ALL TOO FAMILIAR voice. Of all the things she's been forgetting lately, there is not a chance in hell she won't remember /that husky/. She barely has time to turn around before her vision is clouded with enormous husky breasts, leaving her equally little time to get out of the way. This is what those cats felt like, isn't it?
Pavani listens attentively to the rat and forces herself to stop fidgeting. She glances around at the people that she does not know at all and gives a welcome, albeit nervous smile. A small sheath for a dagger is attached to the side of her jeans, and a holster for a rifle is on the other side. "Very well then," she says, before her gaze settles on Aimee. An expression of uncertainty skitters over her face before she glances back toward the others.
Aimee gets within range and makes a bounding leap over to Cookies, soft warm mammories being the first things to make contact, knocking the kitty over, prime for licking! She licks and laps at Cookies over and over again, lightly grinding her milk dripping breasts and puppy filled belly over her, "Aimee miss Angry Kitty!!" she exclaims out, licking over her a few more times, before, suddenly, Aimee brings her head up, "I.. was doing something.. oh yeah! I have to find place with things for Clinic." she says, tail wagging behind her madly like she just figured out how to make a perpetual motion machine. She gently gets off of Cookies and looks around, "Gentle Sex Lion Dio?" she asks, before sniffing around some more, "Angry Kitty and Dio help Aimee find things for Clinic?" she asks, finally noticing the mall rat and Neko, "I'm not lost?" she asks.
Dio tried to keep up her business professional persona the best she could, but the cat girl getting tackled by the top heavy husky was a bit too much to take. Eventually, a smile crept over her face, followed by a small chuckle. "That's correct ma'am," she nods, folding up her arms across her chest. "This is the briefing for the very same mission. Speaking of which, we should probably begin. I believe I have all the information I require." With a firm nod, she uncrosses her arms and looks towards the trucks. "And please, just Dio if you will."
The liason turns and opens one of the trucks, pulling out a small spray bottle. He softly padded over toward the licking husky with the water thing held ahead when she finally looked up and started talking again. "No no. Right boobs wrong place. I mean right place." Splash giving equipment was shifted around behind his back to be hidden a bit and he muttered something under his breath about cats and milk. "If there's nothing else then... Ah right maps." He says, dropping the bottle and reaching in his jacket to hand over the maps and a small radio to whomever would take them. "On your way and just give the call when it's clear."
The catgirl is sent flying to the ground with an 'oomph', sighing out and wincing a little bit at the licking- though those enormous breasts are actually met with a little bit of less-than-subtle squeezing from her comparitively small hands. They're there, why not, reasons Cookies! "Yes, yes... Hello, you walking bowling ball." She shifts her clothes into a more waterproof material to avoid milk stains and slooowly climbs to her feet, giving Dio a dirty look as she rises. "Laugh it up, chuckles," she grumbles, shaking the milk off and returning the turtleneck to its usual state. She grabs a map and radio, giving the map a quick glance and walking over to take Dio's side.
Pavani takes the offered map and radio. Unfurling the page, she glances at it before giving a soft little sigh. Her gaze flits over to Aimee once more before she clears her throat. "Look," she says. "I'm Pavani, for anyone that cares about that sort of thing. I don't know any of you, but just wanted you to know that I'm willing to help however I can." Her voice is a soft, southern contralto. She follows suit after Cookies and stands near the group. "Just thought it was best since, well, always nice to feel a bit of camaraderie when doing these sort of things. Or so I think."
Aimee looks over at the rat again as he approches, not really noticing the water bottle, but looks at the map and radio tilting her head, "What is?" she asks, no where near understanding, and looks over to Cookies first, a slight murr from the boob grasping. She gets a bit closer to Cookies, hoping she would do it again. Looking over to Dio, she whimpers abit, "Dio doesn't say who Dio is though..." she complains a bit, almost as if not including the nick name would make her forget something. Her gaze is taken over to Pavani as she talks, "Me Aimee! Pah..vah...knee?" she says back, not having a good way to name the neko yet, "Oh!! All ready? How do we go?" she asks.
"Very well," Dio comments, nodding her head and stepping way around Aimee and Cookies to grab a map and radio for her needs. Just one more look at the cat girl and her lips tremble in a desperate attempt to hold back more laughter. "Yes, of course ma'am. I'm happy to meet you. Team work is key to success after all," she says with a cough, clearing up the extra silly from her system as she makes her way for the trucks. "Me? Well, I'm a business man. Should you need a title, Mister would do just fine. And yes, I'm quite ready."
Once the equipment had been handed out, the rat snagged the bottle again and climbed into the cargo trug. It was a heavy duty pick up truck with an open back and a small raised wooden barrier around the sides. "Ok, hop in and let's get rockin'!" The truck was started up while everyone was given the chance to jump in or try to walk to the place. He fiddled with the cd player as he called out from the door, yelling over the ramped up engine. "Only room for one in the cab! Rest in the back! Other's will follow when we're done. My name is Fez by the way." The hit sounds of Elvis Parsly, an underground mall rat singer, came over the speakers now. "You ain't nothin' but a slut rat, bangin' all the time."
Cookies stuffs her map and radio into one of the various hidden pockets in her turtleneck, reaching out to grab one of Dio's hands and one of Aimee's and lead them both to seats next to her in the back of one of the trucks. Should either not accept she will be terribly disappointed, but damned if she herself is not going to leg it the whole way to Eureka! Aimee's breasts are ogled by the catgirl with an almost fiery temptation in her glancing eyes, but she resists more than that for now. Still, she struggles!
Pavani nods to Aimee and then Dio as she offers a shy smile at both of them. "Looks like it's time to head out. But, it's nice meeting you." She looks at the truck dubiously but eventually heads in that direction. If everyone goes to the back, she makes a beeline for the passenger seat. If that is already taken, then she heads to the back and curls up quietly against the side, her face a mask of concentration as she studies a map that gives her very few answers to the dilemmas of the day. She cannot help but hum the song that is being sung. It gives her something to do and keeps herself from showing signs of nervousness, at any rate.
Dio takes a quick look at Aimee. Definitely seems more of a back person than a cab. "Let's get you in the back, my lady. Oh!" The lioness looks down at her grabbed hand and finds herself being pulled along into the back seat alongside the husky and cat girl. "You're on the ball today," she chuckles, settling down within her seat and trying to make room for herself with those giant breasts just beside her. And such lewd music! Whatever happened to wholesome and family tunes and tones from wonderful voices like Dean Martin? What silly times to live in.
The truck drove out along the streets, swerving around broken cars and fallen lamps to swivel around the college campus and head straight for the hospital. Up front with no one to see the rat took his time, driving and smoking all the way. It wasn't until a few blocks away when the first bit of oddness started to occur on the deserted streets. A large truck with the top sawed off was being pulled by a set of clydesdale studs and in the back was a full gang of what appeared to be college goers with kegs, baseball caps, and waring a turtleneck with chains. "Woooo. Bitch factory ahead Brah!" One of them shouted and started firing a little gun with grapples toward the vehicle.
"We're gonna get ya! It'll be a total brolocaust."
"I know bro, it's gonna be brahsome. Fire all the broling hooks onto that! Party time woooo!"
"Hey doggy lemme give you a bone. It's full of all the beer and brotrients you need! It's what plants crave!"
Cookies finally pries her gaze off the husky tits, looks out at those studs and what the fuck they're ALL wearing turtlenecks too? "Oh come the fuck on! Copycats!" She clutches her head, ears flat against her head and tail on her fur bristling. "I mean, I didn't invent the turtleneck, Dio, but I was the first to recognize its potential as a tactical garment! STOP THE TRUCK!" she yells back towards the cab.
Pavani does what sensible people might do in a situation like this. She glances behind her and unholsters her pistol, considering how she might get a good shot off. However, the numbers are not on her side. With three people behind her, she may not likely get a good shot off. She clings to the door in a death grip, not nearly as enthusiastic about the impending confrontation as she hunkers down low in the seat to prevent herself from being hit. "One of you able to shoot back?" She shouts.
TURTLENECKS! Those God awful turtlenecks are reproducing faster than a pack of rabbits on rabbit pills. Such an atrocity of fashion must be dealt with! There's only room for one Big Neck. Watching Cookies get to work on stopping the truck, Dio nods and brandishes her shotgun out of the window.
"LISTEN UP YA KEG SUCKIN' TURTLEFUCKS," she roars with all her leonine might, scowling with the intensity that resembles an angry mother scolding her child with that special stare that freezes blood solid. "WE'VE GOT ENOUGH ARTILLERY IN HERE TO BLOW MORE THINGS THAN YOUR MOTHERS EVER COULD. STOP THIS NOW OR WE'LL WIPE YOU FROM THIS EARTH!" Such a departure from her normal speech patterns, but a businessman must know their audience and appeal after all.
Fez pulled the truck over, engine rumbling still at the shouted command. His eyes wide as he pulled in and reached into the glove box for his emergency munchies. A few bags of funions and a bottle of lube fell out next to a copy of Goo Girl's bare all. Dio's massive roar was deafening and held a terror not unlike that of the dean putting their house into double super secred probation. Behind the clydesdale studs ground to a halt rapidly, truck bending behind them as the forward momentum was cancelled and the entire thing flipped up and over to smash along the ground sending beer and water all along the ground from a small tank hidden inside. The two studs pulled the harness off rapidly and ran off into the streets, dicks flapping in the wind like tiny rotors. The bros scattered as well, screaming obscenities as they rushed after the horses toward the college again and one was even wearing sandles as he was carried by an anthro dolphin who was doing all sorts of flips and shit during the exit.
Aimee had had her head buried in the back of the truck the whole time, head down, ass up, breasts pressed tight to the bed, milk leaking everywhere, whimpering loudly. As the tuck bounces of, she gives a few yelps and yipes! The who things coming to a halt though, she curiously sticks her head up, glistening lips coming down a moment as she rubs on her full and aching breasts, "All gone now? Done? No more hurt thing? Any hurt?" she asks in her own broken way, whining softly as she looks around.
Cookies bolts out of the back of the truck the moment it's slow enough to leap out of safely, roaring out obscenities and beating her ample-bosomed chest. "That's right, fuckers! TAKE OFF YOUR SHITTY TURTLENECKS AND WE MIGHT NOT COME BACK!" Huffing and puffing, she runs up to the downed truck and gives it a few kicks, spitting into the spilled beer. "Pisswater drinking copycats, oughta burn the damn place down! I wouldn't suck your fucking dicks if they were the last sources of a load on planet fucking Earth! Find an infection strain that doesn't turn you into the least desirable fuckers since fucking Excrementals! Miserable excuses for fucking mutants!" She picks up random pieces of debris and throws them at the college before she spins around and storms back towards the truck, hopping into it and immediately throwing herself face first into Aimee's tits, hands groping at the bulk of them as she nuzzles her face in against one of those drippy nips for suckling. Well at least she's finding a place of relief after all that... yelling and stomping, should the husky allow the particularly angry kitty- otherwise she'll just fume in her seat.
The roar intimidates the hell out of Pavani. She cringes against the seat and hunkers down even more than she already has. Glancing at the retreating students, she blows out a relieved breath and glances at the driver. "How can you eat at a time like this?" She asks as she reholsters her pistol.
"Wait," she tries to call to a rampaging Cookies. She looks extremely serious and her eyes narrow. "We don't have time for this," she mutters. However, the words that come back are infectious and cause her lips to twitch in to a smile. When the cat girl returns and and celebrates their small victory with Aimee, she ducks her head, slightly embarrassed. "I hate to interrupt, ladies." She murmurs as she tilts her head to indicate their destination. "But, ther'es work to be done."
Dio watches the hilarious scene, fueling her soul with the immense satisfaction only watching one's enemies fail horribly could provide. Schadenfreude some would call it. With a heavy smile plastered across her muzzle, the lioness takes herself out of the window and lowers her shotgun. "Yes," she coughs, clearing her throat after such a mighty roar. "I believe we're safe for the moment. Let us continue to the mission area." Her head tilts to look upon the scene with Cookies and Aimee, causing her eyes to widen temporarily as she rapidly turns her attention back to the window. Definitely going to have to drag that cat to the Prometheans.
Fez just hunkered down in the truck during the tirade, watching closely and trying to keep out of sight until Cookies was firmly placed between a sex of large lactating liquid lathargy inducers from the looks of it. He reached up to the rearview mirror though and moved it down a little to get a view of the action before resuming the drive once more.
The rest of the trip to the hospital itself was uneventful, car stopping just in front of the giant warning signs posted outside the ominous building. Fez popped out of the front of the vehicle, pants tented out a bit and a small stain running down the front that hadn't been there before. His eyes were slightly bloodshot as well and small bits of crumbs littered his jacket as he looked back again and licked his lips. "You can head all in. I'll just.. watch the truck and stuff. I've got some maintenince and things to do. Yeah."
Aimee smiles wide as it seemed no one was hurt, then Cookies comes at her and attacks her breasts!! Aimee is far more then happy to let her suckle though, drinking what she could, though she is slightly shocked that Cookies could even get her nipple into such a tiny mouth. She leans over licking softly at Cookies, before, looking over to Pavani, she licks on him for a bit as well. It is strange, but just licking on them seemed to be rejuvinating! She decides that she is thrirsty, binding her second massive breast to her own muzzle and drinking down the healing mixture of sweetness and thick cream. This lets her usuallly hidden second pair be seen! Easily big enough to fill a normal man's arms and then some each. She says highly content like this the rest of the tirp til it comes to a stop.
Cookies' face is a complete mess of husky milk by the time she feels the truck come to a stop and hears Fez- there was, after all, only so much of that nipple she could fit into her mouth and a lot of it just ended up washing out over her. She is terribly reluctant to pry away, but after a few more gulps of the warm milk and a departing nuzzle to Aimee's bosom, she reaches for the husky's hand again and moves to lead her out to the hospital. She looks down at her ruined clothes and, with a sigh, makes it all fade and vanish briefly, exposing her curvaceous, dusky form before bringing it back in a fuzzy blur of scrambling nanites, clean as can be. Nanomagic! Still licking at her lips, she peers up at the hospital and waits for the rest, making sure not to jump the gun on entering before they do.
Pavani ducks her head as she is licked and then glances at the driver, her lip curling in distaste. She hesitantly opens the door and slides out of the truck. She slips behind the group and frowns at the building ahead of them. "I don't suppose it's too much to ask," she murmurs. "For this to go absolutely smoothly and without problem, right?" She checks over her two weapons methodically and pushes her curls out of her face.
Dio does her best to avoid looking at the rather lewd milking and makes her way out of the truck. "Very well. We'll report back when we're ready. Please be on standby and try not to go into a stupor." Gazing upon the familiar hospital, the lioness approaches the door and waves to the others for them to gather up and ready for entry. She puts her keen ears to the door and listens for any threats that may be scurrying around just beyond the barrier.
Fez elected to stay back and continue his guard of the truck. From the inside with his magazine and lube. The rest of the group seemed to be heading onto the mission though toward the heavy front glass doors. The front entrance of the hospital showed the reception room, bare and clean as could be expected with something strange. Flickering lights went on and off above the place and a Nurse with stringy green hair and a painted face sits at the desk in the front typing at a computer whose monitor has a large hole going through it. The perceptive lion could hear the faint sounds of screaming from the third floor of the building as well and from a lower thin window toward the foundation of the building there was another flickering light in the basement.
Aimee walks along with Cookies after she helps her up, whimpering a bit. It was odd, the sounds of her slight whimpers and whines seemed to bring more with then they they should, almost a willingness to do more, act more. In fact a minor nanite broadcast to those friendly to her, the Husky had no clue what she was actually doing. Seeing the nurse though she whines, identifying the creature quickly enough, "Maybe.. could talk?" she wonders. She always did have an easy time talking to other ferals, learning about them and from them, typically going easy, with her empathic nature, from small talk.. or barks, to something more useful in negotiating. So, she opens up with a bark and a "Hi... I'm Aimee." Sniffing a bit toward the nurse.
Cookies is already balling her hands into fists when she sees the nurse, getting ready to run right up and sock her when Aimee takes the negotiation route instead, leaving her to stand there and kind of scratch her head. She was still coming down off of that rush she got yelling at those jerks, but hey, she could contain herself. Besides, as of late, she probably seems a little bit more at home amidst ferals- at least, as much as any strain might be amongst any other, but still. She has that same sense of off-kilter sanity starting to come about her. "Hope you know what you're doing," she murmurs, taking a couple steps back and sitting down to keep herself from imposing on the nurse any.
As they enter the building, Pavani glances at the nurse and then tries to spot if there is anything around her that could be a danger to the rest of the group. "Be careful," she says uselessly. She trails behind Aimee, making certain that her presence is as non-threatening as possible. While she doesn't look as though she is going to interrupt, she certainly doesn't want to be too far from the husky should things go south. She slides a glance toward Cookies and gives a slight nod.
"There's some screaming on the third floor it seems," Dio says, removing her ear from the door and looking towards the group. "Extreme caution is advised." As the other group members walk their way in, the lioness shrugs and follow along as well, carrying herself inside like a casual visit to see a friend and secretly glad the group didn't immediately put a bullet through the door the second they saw someone. And even better, she felt much more... Active in a way, much like the times she's been around other agents with various powers and gear that really get the blood pumping in a sense. "Yes, greetings," she says, bowing her head. "We're here on a little business if you don't mind. Do you think you could help us," she says with a smile.
The nurse stops her typing as Amiee gets closer, grabbing a syringe and standing up as the husky speaks. She didn't advance at first though, sniffing the air a bit and then putting the needle down on the table. A small smile stretches across her face as she laughs lightly, painted face exaggerating the action, and walks around the counter toward the female. Her pink tongue ran out along her lips, licking them several times as she moved to kneel down and reach out a hand to pet the doggy infected. "Now aren't you just a cutie. Do you have an appointment for surgury?" She asks, not noticing the otheres until Dio spoke. "Help? Yes. I'm the receptionist. What do you need?"
Aimee pants slightly at the pats and licks her nose, "Sur-jury?" she asks, "No, come to get help, need things for the Clinic. I work at Clinic, talk to people who feel bad, make them feel better!" She then proceeds to pull a pair of glasses frames, slightly damaged with no lenses, and a clip board from between her breasts. The paper on it looks old and the clipboard itself looks like it could break apart easily. It has a pin tethered to it, and the Husky takes the pin in one of her hand paws and looks at the Nurse, "Can you tell use where to get?" she asks, not mentioning what it is they could possibly need.
Cookies peers over at Dio somewhat skeptically, though when she's met with a greeting by the nurse Cookies decides it's safe to stand and approach. Hell, she can't let the lioness have all the thunder- not again! "I have a radiology appointment! Sandiego, first name Carmen. Oh- This is my family," she says with a gesture towards the rest of the group. "They're just going to be present, we travel together. Can you check us in? We know the way." She offers the nurse a wide smile.
Pavani blinks at Cookies and ducks her head in order to attempt to stifle a laugh. She looks around at the motley crew and sighs. "If you could be of assistance to us," she says, her twin tails twitching spasmodically. "We would greatly appreciate it."
Dio smiles as Cookies plays her cards, having a good idea on where on Earth she's going. The lioness decides to take a few cards from the cat girl's desk and play along, if not for a little fun. "Yes, indeed," she chuckles, putting an arm around Cookies and pulling her close to her side. "These three here are all my daughters. It's quite tough being the mother of three children when their shifting father just walks out and leaves you alone." The lioness frowns deeply, pulling the cat girl even closer to her chest and almost looking like she might cry. "And then! I'm told my little Carmen needs a radiology appointment as soon as possible. OH! My poor baby!" She shouts, nuzzling and hiding her eyes in Cookies' shoulder. After 'recovering' herself, she peels herself off of Cookies and pieces a broken smile. "And as my husky daughter says, we're in need of a few things as well. Please help us, you lovely soul!"
