[It takes some doing to get Mariner up and moving and distracted. Ultimately Boimler has to point out other people need help, and that he needs things to be as normal as possible. What's normal is that they'd be helping the injured here, checking in with them. He feels too shaky to do it but she's not.]
[He...isn't doing so good. Anyone that ran into him in the Multiplex will find an entirely different person. Inside, yes, he'd occasionally been shrieking, but he'd been fairly competent. Reliable. Trying to look out for others. Sometimes in trouble but trying his best to keep others out of it.]
[In short, there had been some fight in him, even though he's been terrified.]
[Outside, he looks completely defeated as he sits against the sleigh, his knees drawn up. His uniform is a mess at this point, covered in grime and gashes, but whatever caused it isn't the reason he's staring ahead at nothing, looking like he thinks his life is over].
[It's all because of whatever's causing some of the blood vessels of his neck and face to blacken like they're filled with poison. In the center of some clustered veins on his right cheek there's now a metal implant that's spread itself over his skin. He's pale now, pale like someone close to death and his skin is clammy. There are now heavy bags under his eyes.]
[As far as he knows his life is over. Most people don't come back from this. Maybe if he was back home, where the Cerritos could put out a call for someone like the EMH to come and help handle the crisis. But not here.]
[Even with being alive at the end of the process, he won't be himself anymore. Bradward Boimler will be dead and all that will be left is Droid # of #.]
[If he looks like he thinks he's a condemned man...he does. Because he thinks he is.]
OTA, cw: mild body horror
[He...isn't doing so good. Anyone that ran into him in the Multiplex will find an entirely different person. Inside, yes, he'd occasionally been shrieking, but he'd been fairly competent. Reliable. Trying to look out for others. Sometimes in trouble but trying his best to keep others out of it.]
[In short, there had been some fight in him, even though he's been terrified.]
[Outside, he looks completely defeated as he sits against the sleigh, his knees drawn up. His uniform is a mess at this point, covered in grime and gashes, but whatever caused it isn't the reason he's staring ahead at nothing, looking like he thinks his life is over].
[It's all because of whatever's causing some of the blood vessels of his neck and face to blacken like they're filled with poison. In the center of some clustered veins on his right cheek there's now a metal implant that's spread itself over his skin. He's pale now, pale like someone close to death and his skin is clammy. There are now heavy bags under his eyes.]
[As far as he knows his life is over. Most people don't come back from this. Maybe if he was back home, where the Cerritos could put out a call for someone like the EMH to come and help handle the crisis. But not here.]
[Even with being alive at the end of the process, he won't be himself anymore. Bradward Boimler will be dead and all that will be left is Droid # of #.]
[If he looks like he thinks he's a condemned man...he does. Because he thinks he is.]