#safety protocols

Challenge #04056-K038: Handle With Extreme Caution

This crate contain dimensional rings that bends space in a way so it acts as a nice little pocket to store our customers belongings. You two idiots put it beside our GRAVITY GENERATOR. If you don’t know how gravity works, you better be grateful that I check the cargo and didn’t turn on the engine. -- Anon Guest

[AN: Dimensionally transcendent spaces usually don't mix with scifi (Doctor Who is a documentary lol) and can be a problem for drama purposes]

It finally happened. B'Nar had heard about Shayde's trickery with pocket realities and decided to experiment with making their own. B'Nar always did push the line between sufficiently advanced technology and sufficiently analysed magic.

The result of their experiments, besides several craters and one entrance to another dimension where nobody came back the same, was a pair of rings the size of hula hoops and a small library's worth of cautionary instructions.

Some of which were on the transit packaging.

Make a safety plan with your friends!! Even if you think you’ll be fine, it’s really dangerous out there. What my friends and I do is the following:

Get an easy contact from your friend for a parent/guardian/reliable friend to them nearby

Make up TWO safety words

The first safety word is a text sent as a warning that they are in an uncomfortable situation and would like to leave. For instance: Hamburger

If they text you saying the word Hamburger, you call them and pretend that there is an emergency or anything of the sort and ask them to come home. Make up any excuse possible to get them out of the situation and DO NOT hang up until they’re safe

Make a SECOND safety word. The second safety word is a text sent if they are in a DANGEROUS situation and need immediate help from a parent/guardian/reliable friend nearby. For instance: Hotdog

If they text the word hotdog, DO NOT CALL THEM. Call the number of their reliable person nearby and explain to them that they are in danger and to get them help immediately.

If you or they don’t have a reliable person nearby, CALL YOUR LOCAL EMERGENCY SERVICES IF THEY USE THE SECOND SAFETY WORD

OTHER LIFESAVING TIPS:

If you are the one sending the safety word, IF POSSIBLE, send your location IMMEDIATELY with it!! This can help your reliable person or emergency services find you easily!!

Carry Narcan/Naxolone with you if possible!! Even if you are not planning on doing drugs, there are way too many dangers out there and it CAN SAVE A LIFE!!

DO NOT DRINK/SMOKE/DO DRUGS AND DRIVE!!!!!! This feels like an obvious one and yet it’s not!!! I don’t care how well you’ve driven under the influence in the past, FUCKING STOP IT. BEING DRUNK AND/OR HIGH IS NOT WORTH SOMEONE ELSE’S LIFE!!!!

Don’t go out alone if you can be with friends and PLEASE don’t leave your friends alone when you’re out if you can help it!!

KEEP YOUR LOCATION ON ON YOUR PHONE!! It will be WAY harder to find you if you’re in danger if your location is off!!

Keep your phone turned on/data on if you can!! The more connected you are, the easier it will be to contact people and keep you and your friends safe!!

If you’re in immediate danger and can’t text your friend a safety word, do your best to call 911 or whatever your local emergency service number is!! Even if you call and don’t say anything!!! They will come searching for you!!!

If someone around you overdoses do NOT waste time!!! Call 911 (or your local emergency number) and GET THEM HELP!!! It doesn’t matter WHAT the drug is, SAVE THEIR LIFE!! THAT SHOULD BE YOUR PRIORITY!!

SAFETY PROTOCCOLS hot off the press as you requested. (My personal fav deleted scene- that has been roughly edited to a full scene anyway, there's more to come but this one is at least presentable)

Avert thine eyes because read more is just as fucked as ever :D

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Amanda lowers herself on the edge of the bath, not their bath, but Dani and Walter's. It was her fault, she thinks, dabbing the splash of cold water into the collar of her shirt. She had asked him to call her that in the heat of the moment, an unusually dominating synthetic investing time into her willing but worn out body, but now he refuses to ever stop. Or maybe he will when it starts losing it's punch. If it ever does. 

"That's it," voice barely a whisper, soft, right by her ear, hands pinned by her head, "that's it, baby."

And he had her basically, literally, wrapped around his fingers at 6am this morning, and mentally, every second since.

"Fuck." Amanda stands over the sink and scrubs her hands and face under the stream again, gripping the cold edge like an anchor. 

She dries herself off and heads back out to the shed, making a beeline away from Christopher as he wanders in off the street. It was already going to be a long day, and the subtle look on his face tells her he knows exactly why.

It takes a few hours to feel better, to busy her mind on other things, calculations and manuals, enough electrical jargon to ruin even the most reved sex drive. She loosens a bracket from the inside of the machine, counting the screws, wrong, and looks for the last one. Lost amongst a mess of broken and rusted crap. 

She finds it with a fingertip, lines it up, and heaves against it to no avail.

"Samuels?" Amanda grinds out between her teeth, practically hanging off the Leatherman with all her weight on one side. "Can I borrow you for a sec?"

"Of course." He wanders in and peers into the machine, she hardly notices him pressing up behind her. "What do you need?"

"Torque. A bit of horsepower if you got it. Muscles, Chris, I need your muscles." As much as she historically despised doing so, it's easy to admit her partner is the stronger party here. Without a doubt. "The last screw is just," she gives it a final twist, "really stubborn, I can't-"

"Yes, you can." Christopher's fingers over her waist are so light it makes her suddenly aware, skin crawling, wisps of air brush past her cheek sending an irrepressible shiver down her spine.

"Samuels," she warns, gasping as he licks his lips at her ear, pressing them to the sensitive skin below. 

"That's it, baby." He hums, pulling her ponytail over her shoulder. "You can do it."

The screw gives an almighty screech and the Leatherman drops, clattering loudly off pipes and components, ringing like a gunshot in the corrugated shed.

"You okay in there?" 

"Yes! Yeah, I got it!" Amanda calls back immediately, her voice stern and warning. "Just dropped something!"

"Okay," Daniels chirps, mumbling to a very quiet Walter by the grill. 

Ripley catches Samuels with a stare so lethal it could have frozen him or turned a man to stone, his eyes innocent and wide, almost believably so. She softens, shakes her head, and mutters an ice cold promise, "you're gonna regret the fuck out of that later."