Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170315030306

"Yeah well, my beliefs are different than yours. Also, what are you doing with that Wrap-" An itching starts up in my arm, and I scratch it. Instead of dispelling it, it heats up. "What the-you did this! You know how I'll get rid of you? I'm going to flood this room! That should wash out this infernal juice!" By now, I'm opening my shirt and scratching heavily at my sides. "You probably think you've won, don't you? ICARUS, seal the Encounter room! Cut off all oxygen intakes and outputs, make it waterproof! I don't want anything to get out into the rest of the Trieste!" I quickly fabricate a suba helmet, but the itching is unbearable. I just barely slip it over my face, then my hands go back to scratching of their own free will. "Agh! ICARUS, flood the room!" A pair of hatches at either side of the wall facing the ocean start to open, water leaking in. "Either you're going to have to swim to the surface, or you'll drown. The self-preservation instinct will force your hand! It don't matter if your suit has got it's own air supply, you'll have to surface sooner or later! This godamned itching!" I'm practically rolled up in a ball, scratching myself. I feel like I'm turning the water to steam with the heat my body is making.