It takes a while to gather everyone up who's still able to make it back to the hangar at Alert. The first sight that greets the returnees is a lot of Russians- very nearly the full crew complement of a Typhoon-class submarine, few of whom if any speak English. An impromptu infirmary's been set up nearby, mostly for frostbite, impact injury, and utter exhaustion. Dark Schneider will be waking up there, and at Peter Venkman's insistence will have, shall we say, some of the better scenery available in the area. Hey, the man saved their asses from a lot. Venkman figures they owe him.
The next sight, one which might require more explanation, is a tent that's been set up within the hangar. Signs on all four sides request quiet, please, or at least no sudden moves, loud noises, or bright lights. Inside are:
- a space heater - a lot of extremely miserable looking Deep Ones, and - two large, deep buckets of water for each of the Deep Ones.
Greenland Shark Moiety's not really adapted for fully Arctic operations, hence the heater. They're adapted even less so for the sudden appearance of an ancestral deity who first attempted psychic contact with every single one of their species within range, then proceeded to explode. This may be the first time in Earth's history that every single member of a given species had a migraine headache at the same time. Hence the signs. As far as the buckets of water go, they're aquatic; every so often, one or another will stick his or her head into the bucket past the gills for a while.
It takes some more looking to locate the helicopter with the markings of the Russian President on the side. President Antonov himself is in the infirmary, being checked for frostbite or worse; Admiral Matochkin is bound up almost completely in Daffy Putty, and being held under guard by a battered-looking but still distinctly alive Captain-Lieutenant Apalkov. When we say 'under guard' we mean 'at gunpoint'. Apalkov's a little bit touchy right now. That's what happens when you manage to successfully defuse a runaway Wigner energy release and bring a nuclear reactor to heel, only to have your sub torn apart by Father Dagon and shaken around like a laptop in a Red Devil paint mixer. When you go down with the ship, you don't generally expect to come back UP with the ship, too.
And as for the rest, well... this operation is run by the Canadians. There's a big supper being laid on.
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When The Smoke Clears...
Date: 2008-02-02 07:41 am (UTC)The next sight, one which might require more explanation, is a tent that's been set up within the hangar. Signs on all four sides request quiet, please, or at least no sudden moves, loud noises, or bright lights. Inside are:
- a space heater
- a lot of extremely miserable looking Deep Ones, and
- two large, deep buckets of water for each of the Deep Ones.
Greenland Shark Moiety's not really adapted for fully Arctic operations, hence the heater. They're adapted even less so for the sudden appearance of an ancestral deity who first attempted psychic contact with every single one of their species within range, then proceeded to explode. This may be the first time in Earth's history that every single member of a given species had a migraine headache at the same time. Hence the signs. As far as the buckets of water go, they're aquatic; every so often, one or another will stick his or her head into the bucket past the gills for a while.
It takes some more looking to locate the helicopter with the markings of the Russian President on the side. President Antonov himself is in the infirmary, being checked for frostbite or worse; Admiral Matochkin is bound up almost completely in Daffy Putty, and being held under guard by a battered-looking but still distinctly alive Captain-Lieutenant Apalkov. When we say 'under guard' we mean 'at gunpoint'. Apalkov's a little bit touchy right now. That's what happens when you manage to successfully defuse a runaway Wigner energy release and bring a nuclear reactor to heel, only to have your sub torn apart by Father Dagon and shaken around like a laptop in a Red Devil paint mixer. When you go down with the ship, you don't generally expect to come back UP with the ship, too.
And as for the rest, well... this operation is run by the Canadians. There's a big supper being laid on.
And beer.