<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2927661#msg2927661">Quote from: Marvin on 11-04-2010, 07:40:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika</strong></span><br/><br/>On the way to her quarters, after passing a few more emergancy lockers, Salonika notices the med-bay, located just ahead of the lounge. It's a bit of a simple field surgeons office, with tools and equipment to carry out simple tasks. It hasn't been cleaned for a while, dried blood on the floor and on the exam table, a surgeons tools spilled on the floor, it smells bad in here. There's also a bed with monitoring equipment that might work, and a metal cabinet for files and documents, lock broken. A locker for personal belongings, open and empty with a key in the lock.<br/><br/>Supplies are bad, maybe enough to patch a few people up, but it needs to be refilled. Only a handful of drugs.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Well this was a mess.   The thought goes through Salonika's mind.   As she would put away her gear.     But she would not be going to meet the others.   As she needed to clean this hazard mess up.   It royally pissed her off.   But there is naught she could do about.   No sense in whining over it.   For in the end she would be the one responsible for indeed cleaning up.<br/><br/>So sort of speaking, it was time to roll up her sleeves and get busy with cleaning the med bay.