[X] Shopping: Get Oxidized Fuel (2 Scrip)
[X] Oxygen: Emergency Oxygen Tanks for everyone, and Edgar gets an extra for gill reasons (4 Thaler)
[X] Mastery: Slipstream: Slippery Customer
[X] Healing: Fast Healing
[X] XP Use: N/A
"That sounds fair to me." You said, grabbing the pants you'd gotten from Riya out of the opened wrapping paper and finally pulling them on. They felt strange. Warmer than a dress, but restrictive. You didn't need to force your tail through a little hole in the back though, you just pulled it up till it touched the base. You weren't much of a fan. They matched your boots though, at least.
"It's settled then?" She asked, extending a hand. You turned to Edgar and Riya, Edgar nodded and Riya gave you a thumbs up. You shook her hand firmly. You were getting better at it.
"So this is cocaine." Dr. Becker explained, pointing at the syringe in her hand. Your tail was desperately trying to push itself down between your legs, but you were sitting in a chair on the airship, so that couldn't really happen. "It's a stimulant, and also a painkiller. So for your situation of severe exhaustion and a healing burn wound this should help. Are you sure you want this? Because you're shaking right now and I'm scared you're going to bite me if I try to inject you." She said deadpan.
"Im fine. Just… do it in my arm while I look away." You said, heart racing, turning your head and trying to think about petting Gunther and how pretty Riya is and OH FUCK ITS IN YOU RIGHT NOW RIYA'S PRETTY FACE RIYA'S PRETT-
"Done." Dr. Becker said, as you started feeling hotter. Your heart kept pace, fast, without slowing down like it normally did when Riya gave you your injections when you were recovering from your head injury. "Now, this is my own special blend, it should last until tonight. You're going to crash hard when you do. Now, this affects people different. You might become more confident, happy, excited, or just anxious as hell." You were currently feeling sick to your stomach with anxiety so that was probably it. Your muscles were tensed in your shoulders like you were expecting to be hit, and every time you focused on relaxing them they'd just tense again when you forgot to maintain it. Your mind was already racing about what horrific ends could meet your friends on this mission. "You got anxiety didn't y-"
"I got anxiety."
Joli wheeled a large barrel into the hangar, already wearing a pair of heavy yellow rubber gloves, goggles, and a filter mask. Written on the barrel, which was painted green, was "VORSICHT! GIFT! T+" with a skull and crossbones between the words. She opened the right wing tank and stuck the pump nozzle in, about to start hand cranking it, then looking up at all of you.
"Masks on." She said, as all of you quickly donned the cheap filter masks provided to you, and she started pumping. Within seconds, even from a few meters away, your eyes started to burn.
"The fuck is this?" You asked, seeing Edgar grabbing his gills and shutting is eyes in pain.
"Oxidized fuel. Your compatriots believed it was the best idea for getting higher than your planes' ideal performance ceiling, despite my protests. It'll eat through your engine cylinders and fuel tank, and in the process keep your engine from being starved of air by combusting with a higher pressure and higher temperature. So run lean, but not as lean as you normally would." She explained, finishing pumping the fuel and moving around to the other fuel tank in the left wing.
"It's not actually going to eat through the plane, right?" You asked as she started pumping.
"Of course not, I'm exaggerating. But your engine is gonna get hot quick, and you're gonna be getting your money's worth with me with how long I'm gonna have to spend taking your engine apart to figure out what I'm gonna need to replace." She said, before finishing pumping into Riya's tank and moving to fill some Jerry cans by her feet. "Dragon's bargain. If you insist to conduct missions over your altitude ceiling, I really suggest you invest in some compressors. For my sake." She looked at Edgar. "How many Jerry cans' it take to fill your tank?"
"Hey, Hilda?" Edgar asked, watching you pour the Jerry cans of skin-tingling fuel into his plane's fuel in your mask and flight goggles. He insisted upon doing it, but the moment he started pouring he started coughing like crazy, even with the filter mask, and his girls flushed blue and looked inflamed, so he eventually relented to let you do it.
"Yeah?" You asked, still focused on pouring the fuel, turning it upside down as it ran dry, tossing the empty can on the ground, and then grabbing the next.
"So, you said you don't know much about Fischers, right?"
"That's right." You said as you started pouring the next can in.
"I wanted to talk to you about that. Like, what we believe in, cause I think it can help you." You looked up at him with narrow eyes.
"You know I worship the Goddesses, right?" You asked.
"Oh, no! I don't mean like-… ok, listen, I… want to tell you some things, and I want to promise you won't freak out about it, ok? Cause some people do." He explained, sitting on one of the support poles of the dock he was on.
"Alright, I promise I wont freak out about whatever you're about to tell me." You said, touching your right shoulder, forehead, and left shoulder to be witnessed by the Goddesses for this.
"Alright… where do I begin… ok. There are beings in the Dark Sea we refer to as the Gods. Or the Deep Ones. They…look monstrous to a lot of people. Do you remember that first night, when you had a nightmare about almost being eaten by a sea monster?"
"Yeah." You said cautiously, glancing up at him and trying to continue to pour the fuel.
"That was one of them, I think. I think our dreams slid together because of the mushrooms of something but whatever."
"Wh- You worship that fucking thing?" You asked incredulously.
"No! Well, probably not that one. Ok, listen. They look like that, but I promise you that they just want to… help us. They love humans. All humans. And they want to help us be happy and succeed. Fischers are just the closest to them." He said, waving to his fishy features.
"So… how can they help me?" You asked, creeped out.
"There's a simple ritual I can perform with you to allow one of the Gods to know who you are. If that happens, they'll whisper to you. A lot. Mostly just affirmations, but they occasionally give advice too. They've saved my ass a few times. A lot of salvagers don't have as good luck as me." He explained. "I know you're feeling anxious. You're shaking a lot. I think they might be able to help, and you don't even need to think of them as gods, really, I mean I knew someone from my village who just called them "The Gang". my village has a pretty casual relationship with the Gods, more than most." He finished, as you poured the last of the fuel into the tank, seeing sunlight shimmer off the surface. It was full.
[ ] Accept the Deep Ones move, spend 4 XP.
[ ] Reject, take 1 stress or Break Trust, say what.