[ Throughout the clean, Miles struggles against the vines as best he can. Like hell he's getting eaten at the eleventh hour just because the system had to take a few minutes to boot up. The vines constrict him tightly; something cracks on his suit, and he feels very much like his bones are about to follow suit. Not one bit of his body is going to be in bruised after this, he's sure of it.
And then, just when he can't take any more of this - when the vines have him wrapped so fully that he can't even struggle - everything goes slack. Miles falls back down to the catwalk with a wet smack, plant goop covering him (and the catwalk, and a good sized splatter distance, sorry Bel) almost completely. But he's alive and this fucking plant is dead. They have a way back up to the surface that may be full of chemicals but at least not infested by a man eating plant.
Miles just flops his head back against the still writhing pile of vines and just. Laughs. A bit hysterically, a lot relieved. ]
Excellent work, Captain.
[ He sits up slowly, wiping goo off his face with his good hand. And still laughing breathlessly. ]
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And then, just when he can't take any more of this - when the vines have him wrapped so fully that he can't even struggle - everything goes slack. Miles falls back down to the catwalk with a wet smack, plant goop covering him (and the catwalk, and a good sized splatter distance, sorry Bel) almost completely. But he's alive and this fucking plant is dead. They have a way back up to the surface that may be full of chemicals but at least not infested by a man eating plant.
Miles just flops his head back against the still writhing pile of vines and just. Laughs. A bit hysterically, a lot relieved. ]
Excellent work, Captain.
[ He sits up slowly, wiping goo off his face with his good hand. And still laughing breathlessly. ]