Survival Skills

A 4-post collection

Challenge #03084-H176: Hello Again, Little Friend

They had crashed on a planet where the atmosphere was toxic. The pods were safe and able to be moved together to create a larger shelter, and with only four of them, the shelter was big enough for at least a month, though rescue stated they'd be there in about two weeks given the distance and lack of short cuts in that area. Their patient's infection showed by day two. The human frowned, seeing it, then began to cut apart citrus peels that had developed a fungal mold, working with the fungus in a way that smelled awful.

"Human, what are you doing? You said you had a way to treat the infection?" The human looked upon their friend. "I do, it's called penicillin." -- Lessons

Everybody knew that Humans were strange, but this... this had to take some variety of confectionery pastry. Human Vis, though ordered to rest, had taken to rummaging through the waste receptacles after his injury began leaking something green. There was no fully-trained Medik among the survivors to take over what they were doing. Therefore those with him at least attempted to help.

What Human Vis wanted was orange peels. He had already set one of the food printers to create as much sterile surgical-grade saline as it could. Further, they were processing the orange juice into citric acid. Once the orange peels came together, the next step was apparently sorting blue-green from black.

If the atmosphere around their crash site were not sulphur dioxide, the other three survivors might have suggested Human Vis take a walk in the fresh air. They were still more than a week from the arrival of the rescue team and this... was a regrettable necessity. What coffee filters had to do with it was currently baffling.

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Challenge #02019-E195: Lost and Found in Space

Wait, what happens to the poor guy in space in “Show Me the Way...”???

Does he find his way home or does he make space into his new home? I’m so curious now. -- Anon Guest

[AN: The prompt throws back to this story for those who don't want to go on an archive crawl]

Personal journal: Stardate... I don't even know by now. Everyone has a different way of counting and the standard year is something I can't even figure

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Challenge #01695-D234: Unlikely Survival Tactics

[Person #1]: Stop asking hard questions.

[Person #2]: Buddy, if I could stop thinking 'em, I'd stop asking 'em. -- RecklessPrudence

It's very clear that humans are gather-hunters whenever an isolating emergency occurs. Their first instinct is to gather everything they can and use that as a basis for what they do next. Often, this can be displacement activity in situations where the best course of action is to wait for the ERT to come to the rescue.

But there are other

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Challenge #01486-D025: Worth a Life

“unfortunately it hurts all 3 of my feelings” - Carrie Fisher -- RecklessPrudence

Oh crap. She'd tripped over a Faerie nest.

Of all the authors who featured the Fair Folk in their modern writings, A. A. Milne said it best: Their bodies were so tiny that they could only process one feeling at a time. What hardly anyone remembered about Faeries is this: immortality can drive cogniscent beings insane. Milne's traditional cause of faerie death is not what these hyperactive creatures needed.

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