technical problems; free-for-all

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—*KSSSSHHHT*

This is an emergency announcement; The artificial gravity has been deactivated. I repeat, the artificial gravity has been deactivated. We are currently looking into the issue. The cause is currently unknown. We recommend you take precaution to secure all valuables or hazardous objects. Please take care to assure that all liquids are secured. If you feel sudden nausea, or if you need to use the bathroom, we urge you to use the bags supplied for you in your emergency kit. We are currently working towards a solution to the problem.

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“There’s, uh,” Garamond places his free hand on his head, rubbing his temples methodically. He looks back to Bentley who’s head is still swelling up like a hot air balloon. “Let’s see.. uh.. hallucinations is a definite.. can’t really think that well either. Heads kinda cloudy.. feels like there's some kind of bug inside of it maybe.”

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For a moment, he just stares at Calibri and his notepad. Is it really the time for that?! But when Garamond responds so casually, he can't help but think something like this has happened before. Does he often run experiments on the boss?

"Do you have any water bottles in here?" he asks Calibri, because obviously getting tap is out of the question. "Or better yet, an antidote." (It's only slightly sarcastic.)

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"I do," Calibri responds, with great confidence. "But in this mess, I doubt we'd be able to find it, and without the tubes in their correct location, I would strongly advise against a guess-and-check method to find the correct solution." He finishes jotting his notes down and clicks the pen shut, slipping both writing utensil and paper back into his pocket.

"Doctor," he says, as his free hand moves to pull Garamond's eyelids up, nudge down his chin to examine the tongue, feel around the side of his temple. Other than the fact that they're randomly floating around, it seems like a practiced routine. "Help me move him to the sink. You're correct - he needs to be properly hydrated."

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This wasn’t Garamond’s first experience with a hallucinogen, but it was his first experience with a hallucinogenin zero gravity conditions. Needless to say the stray objects floating within his peripheral vision weren’t exactly helping the situation. “Geez,” Garamond places his hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. “You keep it too bright in here, Calibri. How many doors do you have in this place, anyway?”

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Bentley just blinks at the boss, raising an eyebrow. There's only two doors - how bad is he hallucinating? The brightness can be explained by the dilation of his eyes, though. Well, better to focus on the task at hand, helping Calibri tug the man's weight over to the sink. While he's not heavy, getting enough footing to pull the man without pulling oneself is the difficult part.

"Are you experiencing anything else, boss?"

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After a few failed attempts at trying to catch water in a cup, Calibri eventually gives up and bodily tugs Garamond's mouth towards the tap, to drink right as the water comes out, before the lack of gravity can get the better of it. "Open your mouth, sir," he says, and even though the tilt of the head like that is probably not great for the boss' hallucinations, the need for hydration is more pressing. "Do you feel any pain anywhere?"

Just like a dentist - talking to a patient that is helpless to answer him. Still, Calibri is not all cruel. His hand is still clasped tight around Garamond's wrist, and his other hand is supporting the weight of his head. His voice is now patient and calm, in contrast to his curt, trite tone earlier.

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Damn, Garamond breathes out in a whisper, unable to stifle a small laugh. He’s startled and slightly bemused by the sudden move, and the way the eruption of water needling towards his face is almost frightening. He’s able to dismiss it, thankfully, being at least partially grounded in reality. He takes a drink according to Calibri’s wishes.

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Poor guy, is all Bentley can think now, forced to drink water and say things at the same time. He notices the way Calibri handles him, though; it's a lot different than how he was just moments before. But that's understandable - the boss takes priority. (Though he does briefly wonder how far back they go, and in turn, how far back everyone on the ship goes with the boss, compared to himself.)

"I can continue cleaning, if you can handle the boss," Bentley offers.

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Still holding Garamond's head under the faucet (careful you don't drown him there, Calibri), the poisons experts looks up, blinking at Bentley in surprise, as if he's stunned the Doctor would actually make himself useful of his own accord. Shocking. He nods slowly. "That would...be greatly appreciated, doctor. There shouldn't be much left. Please be careful and- oh." Removing the hand from under Garamond's head for a second (poor Boss), Calibri grabs something floating behind his head, and pushes it at Bentley. It's a pair of black rubber gloves. "Use those."