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Stealth- +2 Speech- +1 Medicine- +2
 
While you sleep memories flood your mind as you dream of the times you spent at home. A particular time you remember is when you and your best friend Silver Duvet played hide and seek in the artificial groves of your homeworld. He was a servant for one of the families that were friends of the dad. You shared many secrets there, of which you are grateful that you talked him into keeping a secret. Like the true relationship between your father and mother.
 
Before the laws had changed you needed to pretend that your mother was the housemaid because NUR laws didn’t consider lesser races worthy of being citizens. So you and your father had to accompany her wherever she went out, and when your father left to make his fortune you had to move in with your grandparents to keep up appearances. Which made life complicated…given their positions in society. In the end, your grandparents made you go to medical school to keep you from being like your father, but naturally that didn’t stop you.  
If you ever get to see your father again you wonder what you’ll say…or what you’ll do.

 
You wake up to the sounds of familiar swearing, a loud crash, and the smell of burned bread in the air that comes from the hall.
 
Red: ”Motherfucking son of whore! Cunt, shit, fuck!”
 
You head to the source of the noise and arrive in the kitchen where you find Red Dive raving about the floor in pain with some burned toast on her chest.
 
Plasma: ”Red are you ok? I heard yelling from the room over.”
 
Red: ”Ugh, Painkillers FUCK-wore off. I want to die.”
 
What do you do?
 
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redweasel
Duck - "someone befriended them, saved them, coaxed them out of their shell, and showed them that sex is nothing to be afraid of. I’m kind of envious of that rape victim"

Fuzzbutt
well uh,  
  1. tell red she gets more painkillers as soon as she calms down and gets to bed. she shouldn’t be even making toast in her current state.  
  2. ask daisy if she can temporarily forgo the prosthetic legs project, to slap together a wheeled stand with a cushion on top, since red obviously needs some mobility or she’ll just keep tearing open her fresh wounds. red can rest her chest on the cushion and wheel herself around. simple. you’ve probably seen something like that before if you went to med school in the middle of a war between the NUR and the whatchacallem nice talking badguys you heard scary stories about.  
  3. make red some toast. don’t forget the butter.