IC: Roy slowly got to his feet still a little shaken. "Alright..thanks." He said while rubbing his head. He wanted to find a job and to get away from this Slig as soon as possible. Roy was then shocked at the Sligs harsh words and dashed towards the cafeteria. "I don't loaf nor do I comeplain so you don't have to shoot me!" He yelled back at Patrick getting himself out of breath while still running toward the cafeteria. "Oh and thanks for the directions to the cafeteria!" He yelled almost falling down.

Vester swung his head around as someone (Krett) shouted. Lenny sqwaked, and the yelped, "BE NICE! Food area for calming people down!!"
Vester snorted and nodded in agreement. This movement cause Lenny to almost slip off the Big Bros armored skull.
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Cylepso stroked her tentacles in concern, "Oh jezz, what are we gunna do with you Dimitrio...?"
She stopped as the metal armed slig groaned, "...Wha?"
"Oh thank Odd you haven't died! How the hell could I have explained that? Well," She trotted over to the slig (Dimitrio duh) and crouched down next to him, "can you hear me?"

IC: witnessing the mudokon that had been lying on the floor (Roy), run off down the coridoor, Nox took a closer look at the slig (Patrick), as he approached him down the coridoor behind him.

well well well, what do we have here then? looks like a big 'ard slig, Nox'y old boy, maybe he's older than these youngster sligs you keep seein' runnin' 'round, maybe he's a war veteran too?! looks old enough. best ask him, Nox, before i start making you cause trouble again.

"no...no i wouldnt want that" Nox said to himself. he reached the slig, and spoke out to him, "hey...mate...have i seen you before? about 5 years ago, did you serve in the war?".

IC: As Patrick saw the mudokon (Roy) run to the cafeteria, he saw another slig (Nox) come by him. He looked at him and heard the sudden question "hey...mate...have i seen you before? about 5 years ago, did you serve in the war?"

Patrick, amused by the slig's question, decided to humor himself.
"Why boy, which war might you be talking about? I've served in so many I've lost count! I've been the best ya know, but uh... I don't recall ever seeing you. Maybe a name might ring a bell for me?" Patrick was pushing his luck now.

Nox received his reply from the slig (Patrick), taken aback slightly.

he's startin' somethin' Nox, oh yeah...yeah, he's really tryin' to push your buttons! do 'im over, son! show 'im what vets are made of! go on!!

Nox tried his best to push these sadistic thoughts from his mind without shaking his head, and scowled slightly.

"well, the names Nox, and i aint one of these youngsters, if thats what your thinking. i served in the 'D&M' 3 year war, from start to finish about 5 years ago, with a few memoirs too," Nox turned slightly, showing 2 white lines along his shoulder, "bullet graizes, got too close to an enemy trench," Nox then proceeded to point out an irregularity on his chest, accompanied by a long thin scar, "2 ribs removed, i got a good beating in a Detention Centre by CO sligs and batons, just after the war ended. some scars are mental, aswell as physical though, know what i mean?" Nox said in a dark manner, tapping the side of his head, his weary state showing through.

I was in 'The Charge of Bunker D-14', 'Re-Take of Outpost 21', and others. anyway," Nox continued, suspiciously, "if you are a war vet, you should of been given a tattoo like this one," Nox raised his right forearm to show a detailed black tattoo, "Glukkons order all war vets to receive this tattoo if they serve in any kind of enduring war. if you are, thank fuck! there's not many of us left! and we could sure teach these young 'uns a few things from times-gone-by! well...are yeh?".

(FIRST FLOOR)

(DEK'S LAB)

Dimitrio blinked as Cylepso spoke as he got up. Nice to see there was nice sligs in existence. They were such a rarity...Most sligs started off nice as youngsters, but had those traits snapped out of them. They morphed from innocent children to twisted trigger-happy sickos. Some just stayed nice. Did they get trained and raised differentely? Did they just have a stronger lasting conscience?
"Oh thank Odd you haven't died! How the hell could I have explained that? Well," She crouched down next to him, "can you hear me?". He blinked. He was awake and going out of the door, why would she ask? She had always seemed a little peculiar anyway.
"...Yeah." He answered, before wandering down a corridor.
"I'm gonna look for Agent again. Do you guys wanna come?"

IC: As Patrick saw Nox show his tattoo, he began to burst in a sweat. He didn't have one, and it would be all to obvious to show that he was lying before when he said he was in a war, and who knows what might happen to liars in this area? Then he got a clever idea.

"Well, I DID have that tattoo, but I got myself in a nasty accident in my last job, I got burned something fierce on my right for-arm, to the point where nearly all the skin burned off! That would of course include the tattoo! It left me looking like a monster, so I went and got some surgery from vykkers! It hurt like hell it did, but now you can't even tell I've been in any trouble!" Patrick lit up as he lied, he thought of himself as a genius.

"You are write though, these young sligs, even the steroid ones have no idea what their doing. Why, one of the big ones got their gun stolen by a little mud! Isn't that the most pathetic thing you've heard?" Although he wasn't in any wars, Patrick did have a long life of excitement, and he COULD teach some sligs around here a thing or two about ordering around the slaves. As long as the food was good at least.

Nox seemed slightly overwhelmed at the prospect that he'd found another war vet, after his other vet friends back in Slig Barracks had died out gradually, through simple accidents, but most, suicides.

they couldn't handle the horrors of war, eh Nox? they couldn't take the stress, and hack the gory sights, eh Nox?!? but you can...cant yeh? dont go blowin' yer brains out Nox! dont you dare!! i wanna have some more fun with you before yeh kark it!!

"i aint gonna!" Nox blurted out, then suddenly realising where he was and composing himself quickly. "err...sorry, lot on me mind. thats bloody terrible, the burns an' all, but its good to see a fellow comrade!" Nox dropped the scrab leg he was holding and held out his caluss-ridden hand to shake hands with the slig (Patrick).

"by the way, whats yer name? i've gotta' know yer name if we're gonna' keep these Muds under control, using goooood ol' fashioned sheer violence! eh pal?"

OOC: BWHAHAHA!
IC:
Cylepso blinked then smiled happily, clasping her pink-nailed hands together, "Well, thats brilliant! AT least you aren't deaf, or anything. I'm surprised, I had gone deaf once, but that was because I had a baby slurg stuck in my ear. Debbie pointed it out to me, or I wouldn't of noticed..."
She stoped as Dimitrio said, ""I'm gonna look for Agent again. Do you guys wanna come?"
"What? What happened to her? Is she alright? Well, I like her, so I'll come. It isn't too often you met another girl. Is she a close friend of yours?" She wrung her hands together, looking curious.

Can i too play?

OOC: it'd be best to read the the RPG rules, post your characters profile in the 'W@RF profile thread', then make your first post here of your characters arrival. we all make mistakes, see yeh soon!

OOC: Yes, anyone can, but you have to read and obey the rules, use better grammer (Your post doesn't use correct grammar) and...Well yeah, what Molluck's Assistant said.

IC

(FIRST FLOOR)

(CORRIDOR)

Cylepso blinked then smiled joyfully as she clasped her painted nailed hands. She was such an optimist...She seemed like a goth with the black shirt, but...He didn't know anything about goths anyways.
"Well, thats brilliant!" She chirped. "At least you aren't deaf, or anything. I'm surprised, I had gone deaf once, but that was because I had a baby slurg stuck in my ear. Debbie pointed it out to me, or I wouldn't of noticed..." He sniggered, in a way not intended to be cruel.
She stopped as Dimitrio said what he planend to do.
"What?" She asked. "What happened to her? Is she alright?" He flinched. probably not, and he had no idea.
"Well, I like her, so I'll come. It isn't too often you met another girl. Is she a close friend of yours?" She wrung her hands together, looking curious. He scratched his neck shyly.
"Wellll....I..." He took time. "I dunno, I mean we're on positive terms...She...She went missing yesterday after going after this criminal guy -" He turned around, hiding his face and ran down the hall, expecting them (Cylepso and Slax) to follow. He didn't feel he could do this alone.

IC: Holy crap he believed me, the sucker! Patrick thought to himself proudly. The fact that he made such a huge lie and this sucker believed it made himself feel powerful, but he tried to not act to surprised. As he enjoyed his moment, he was asked for his name. A hand was held out to propose Patrick's first, supposed friendship in Rupture Farms, but he couldn't help notice the scrab leg Nox dropped.

Waste of good food... Patrick thought as he looked down at it. Yet it was only for a second, he perked up and shook hands with Nox.

"Right where are my manners? The names Patrick. No fancy last name like others, nice to meet ya."

As Patrick shook hands he knelt down, his eyes still on Nox, to grab the scrab leg. It didn't seem healthy by any means to eat it, but he took a big bite out of it anyway.
"Right, hope ya don't mind that I take this." He said, mouth full.

whilst issuing Patrick a firm handshake, he noticed the sligs veiw drop down to the scrab leg he had just dropped, and witnessed him pick it up and take a mouthfull.

becarefull with this one Nox, something dont seem right about him...

"yep, definately from the wars. one o' the first things they teach yeh, never waste food, never know when you'll see it again." Nox spoke to Patrick as a friend, "anyone crosses us on guard duty, and they'll pay, oh sweeeeeeet momma, yessurrie!".

thats right Nox, give 'em hell...

"where's that wussy steroid slig yeh mentioned?" Nox's tone suddenly changing,
"why, back in my day they didn't even have them Big Bro wotsits, they'd only just finished touchin' up on Flyin' sligs! yeh comin' lookin' for 'im then?". Nox held his rifle back in 2 hands, letting the darker, unstable side of his mind get the better of him. it became obvious Nox had just changed state-of-mind due to his condition, by the tell-tale assertiveness of his manner, and the slightly manic glint in his visor.

just like back in the good ol' war days, Nox.

OOC: I'm just wondering, MA, you DO know patrick is a fat slig right? :P

IC: "The big bro?" Patrick repeated. "Why, last I saw it, it was in the cafeteria, pathetic sight like I said, makes me want to shoot my- OH DAMN!" Patrick quickly grabbed a hold of his stomach, groaning loudly.
"OH GOD, OH GOD, WHERE'S THE BATHROOM!? THE GODFORSAKEN BATHROOM!?" He loudly asked Nox as his bowels were moving.

OOC: This is assuming that sligs DO have bowel movements. Oh and short post...

-Cafeteria-
IC: Finally making it to the cafeteria something caused Roy to stop from going any further. "Is someone screaming?" He said to himself quietly. Gripping his hands together he took a step into the cafeteria afraid of what might be awaiting him. Looking around for anyone that could help him find a boss. "Hello?" He said nervously while scanning the cafeteria. He could smell the delicious food that was behind the counter. It was to much for Roy food was now the only thing in his mind so he ran to the counter grapped himself a plate and began to grab anything that could fit in his hand.
OCC: I don't really now what the cafeteria looks like. =/

"Criminal huh? She's a tough gal, so I bet she's alright." Cylepso nodded, looking sure of herself. She brushed her shirt off, and then saw Dimitrio run off. "Hey, wait a minute, Dimi! I'll come! Nothing much else ta do around this dump anyways..." she glanced around for her gun then remembered, "Oh crap! I gave me gun to that oaf Vester! Ah well, I don't think we would be attack around this joint anyways."
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Lenny glanced around, and spied Roy trying to grab a whole lot of scrab legs. Beaming, the spotted slig lifted a black-nailed hand and yelped, "Hello there! Who are-" As he waved a bit too enthusiastically and fell of Vesters armored head with a sqwark, "OWIE!"

OOC: @Metroixer: sorry about that, i did know but i must of forgot when i did that post, i've edited it.

IC: Nox's schizophrenia found this amusing.

HA HA HA!! heh heh, ****! he's gonna' **** 'imself!!

"bloody hell!" Nox yelled hurriedly, his sinister thoughts a few moments ago dashing from his mind, "err, i've only just got 'ere, i...err...im sorry mate, i dont have a clue!!"

this is gettin' funnier by the second! heh heh heh.

ooc: Been a looooong ansence, but then I'm still waiting for Slaveless and Gretin.
MA, please remember the RPG rules: No unecessary swearing!

Sorry Slaveless.

IC:
Jim noticed Kix looking rather angry, so he placed his hand on her wrist, hoping to stop her doing anything stupid. "Just ignore her, she wants to annoy you," He muttered.

Dionysia sauntered around the corner, watched by Krik, and a few seconds later he stepped out and joined her.
"Dionysia, good to see you," He said slickly, coming up behind her.
She spun around and, hoping to avoid mention of their last meeting, immediately leapt to business, "We have to be careful: there's a mud around here who we think is a native and I've been pretending to be an idiot to find out about him. The boss won't do anything until he's sure but it was total chaos here yesterday: sligs going crazy shooting muds and animals running everywhere!"
Krik was pleased thaty she was doing her job, but he had little interest in the happenings of the factory. He gave her a disinterested look and said, "I can be careful. And what about you? What about that slig?"
Dionysia snorted, "That idiot? I haven't even seen him since I saw you with him. I don't know what he told you but the idiot was stalking me or something; I never told him I liked him; I hardly spoke to him." She looked surly but Krik new when she was lying to him.
"What did you say to him?"
She shrugged and looked away from him and made an ugly expression, "Not much," she answered vaguely.
Krik made a cynical look that said clearly that he knew she was lying, and held it until she dared a glance in his direction. She looked away again and said nothing.
He gave her a devilish look, "I have tests to do; come with me."

OOC: I need the slaveless so I can get the Venks and...I dunno.

(FIRST FLOOR)

(CORRIDOR)

"Criminal huh? She's a tough gal, so I bet she's alright." Cylepso nodded. Dimitrio wasn't so sure. Agent hadn't said anything, or appeared to be anywhere. "Hey, wait a minute, Dimi! I'll come! Nothing much else ta do around this dump anyways..." Her voice faded off as he carried on running, pushing through the toilet door then into the passage. He took the downstairs, blindly hoping she'd be in the cafeteria.

(CORRIDORS)

He then proceeded to run through the corridors. He prayed she would be in one piece...If not, he didn't know what to do. He had Tiny, Tiro, Cylepso, but that number seemed so much smaller without her. He had known her the longest...Had she just abandoned them all and took off? She was a bounty hunter, perhaps she had went off chasing someone on short notice. Wherever she was, she had taken his peace of mind with her. he daren't think she was gone. If she was, his prayers would mean nothing and his hopes would be shattered.

Slax followed Dimitrio to were ever he was going ever since he came here it was all action.

Read the F**king rules!

Cylepso glanced around, losing sight od Dimitrio, "Hey, where the heck did you go?" Cylepso scuffted a foot, then cursed loudly, "Oh fudge it! damn...why is this place so big?" She signed, then rolled her shoulders and started to go a fast trot down the corridors.

OOC: Uhhh, oh wait, his post is deleted, nevermind. I wants Slaveless and Venks, for they are sacredly welcome spleens.

Skillyaslig, how can one roll their shoulders? Or eyes?

IC

(CORRIDORS)

Not sure whenever Slax or Cylepso were there, he pushed on with his head low to avoid eye contact. He hated looking people in the eye. He just wanted Agent to be okay...His ribs were showing through as he panted. He was slower than he could of been. That was due to not sleeping enough from the stress and not enough food. He'd have to eat today, like it or not. He wasn't feeling suicidel or self-loathing enough to starve himself to nothing. There was that cafeteria door...His body welcomed the smell of food. Almost drooling while Agent ran through his mind, he used his mechanical arm to shove that door open. His organic arm just got bruised and hurt, even with the simple things sometimes. His housefly-like eyes were pierced with shock.

(CAFETERIA)

Agent just lay and watched Silph answer to that yellow boy (#9), then walk off. He was saying things to a slig with a ripped tentacled face...She couldn't remember who exactly he was, but she didn't like him one bit.

"Geez, it's just a kid...maybe he needs educating though. Does he have a guardian?"
Scarface groaned at the unfamiliar voice. He scowled underneath his metal infra-red mask. Strange thing, infra-red vision. Warm things like people were in reds and yellows, cold things like walls were purple, blue or other colours. It stopped camoflaging people running off, though a certain sneaky mudokon could hide from it in the shadows. How exactly? A little shade wouldn't freeze away all of your body heat. Were mudokons even warm-blooded in the first place? Being a dumb slig, all he knew was people were warm-looking and the surroundings usually weren't.
"Of course not, he's a stinkin' mud!" He snapped for no reason. He had been sulky since he came here. He wanted to talk to Dimitrio, but the younger slig always ran away. He had a good enough reason to do so, Scarface was a sadist.
"He's a filthy slave, why would -" He turned around while talking, finding he was facing some beast (Silph) and still didn't have his gun with him. He shup up and stayed rooted to the spot. It sure looked carnivorous...And it was in the cafeteria...

Agent tapped her thick nails on the floor. She wasn't like other sligs. Her nails grew harder and to a sharp point (She had a tough time filing them down), she has an intolerance to meat (Shame they only served scrab legs) and sometimes instinct would take over. She would feel an urge to mess around her bed covers, sniff around at other sligs and another one she didn't understand. But it was getting on her nerves. It never left her, and just grew worse as she grew older. It was like she was leaving something unfulfilled...But what?

Tiny narrowed his eyes at that really fat walking slig (Patrick). Since when were sligs allowed to get that fat? Dimitrio had one arm, but he also had a metal one to make up for it. What was this guy's excuse? A corset? It was pretty obvious he was reffering to him. He didn't know what hypocrite meant, but it was hypocrisy that annoyed him. He critised him for being not too brave a big when he was fat with the figure of a eusocial queen. He jumped (Not really. Big bros couldn't jump, they were too heavy) when the fat guy (Patrick) screamed about the bathroom. He shyly stomped over, cleared his throat, pointed to the swinging door and spoke in his usual high voice.
"Its upstairs, next to the sleepy room." As sick of being ridiculed as he was, he didn't want that slig to poop everywhere. There'd be an awful mess, smell and he would cringe deeply for him. Even pity him. Yet another scream made him 'jump'.

Agent 80085 screeched like a caught rabbit when something sharply bony hauled her off the floor in a grip of flesh and metal. It gripped her body and held her tight. It wouldn't let go as she fought and struggled against it, wriggling her tail and body. Her arms were held to her sides. She squealed some more as she cried in desperation.
"MOMMY! MOMMY; HELP ME!" She wailed. Her naked self smacked the metal floor when she was dropped suddenly. She lay still and played dead. Nothing happened for some seconds and no one was tearing into her flesh, so she turned around on her hands and snarled up at a slig. It was just some pathetic-looking bony slig with...A weird arm.
"Agent; you're okay!" He gasped. "I-I th-thought you were dead but you're-you're alive and-and - YOU'RE ALIVE!" Whoever this weirdo was, he was unable to contain his excitement. She on the other hand was unable to not be creeped out and nervous like a cornered animal. Another hug hurt her physically. She gacked for air, then did what she usually did when she got scared. She hid it with rage. That slig was on the floor faster than he could say 'I missed you'. He slowly looked over at the naked, growly, butchy, busty female slig. It was his turn to be scared.
"Get lost, creep!" She almost spat. "Who the!..." Her dictionary failed her again. "...Who do you think you are?!" He stared at her like she had socked him in the face. Tentacles wobbling, he got up and shakily walked over to get some scrablegs.

Tiro has stood and watched the commotion since he strangely got bored quickly of chasing Scarface. perhaps the thought he might get caught put him off. Dimitrio just walked away while shaking to get some scrablegs, picked one up and then dropped it. Accidently, though, having a phrosthetic limb to do things lacked the same grace of a normal limb. He held his face in both his real and unreal hands and sobbed.
Agent lowered her head. Perhaps she was too harsh on the guy? Her black eyes were as wide as saucers when she realized who he was. Cursing, she crawled quickly, then slowly as not to scare him off.
"...Ummm..." She didn't know where to start. She had never apologized before in her life.

Slax walked down the long corridoors it was'nt hard to keep track of Dimitrio he moved as slow as a slurg in Slaxs opineon he followed him towards the cafe a snack whould'nt be to bad. He then saw agent we found her we thought he watched as events unfolded.

-Cafeteria-
IC: Hearing all the lound racket Roy quickly put his tray away and ran under a table near him. "What's going on?" He mumbled quietly. Now watching the struggling Agent 80085 Roy couldn't take it anymore he quickly dashed out of the Cafeteria. He stopped by a wall leading down a long hall way to catch his breath. "What the heck was that?!" He said with his eyes towards the floor. 'And I want a job here?' Thinking to himself not so sure as he was when he came here. "Of course I do!" He yelled standing up straight has if he were afraid of nothing. A meat grinder went off in the lone hall way causing Roy to duck to the floor like an idiot.

IC: "SON OF A SLOG!" Patrick kept jumping around as best he could to calm himself down, his stomach was roaring something fierce.
Odd I must look like an idiot right now! He thought to himself. Suddenly he heard an unusually high voice (For him it was at least).
"Its upstairs, next to the sleepy room."
"Sleepy room eh?" Patrick thought to himself, he thought he knew where that was.
"Hey alright, thanks little guy!" Patrick turned around only to see the big bro tiny, his huge muscles dwarfing his.
"Err um... Right, big guy, thanks!" Patrick rushed off to the "Sleepy room" (R+R?), his big gushy body going along with him as much as he could, he was still holding his stomach.

Big Bro Slig Run to Metroixer"Hey!Do ya now where i must Go???!!!Im Firzt time here...ya now..."

OOC: Fil The Slig, you still aren't doing it right. Metroixer's character is named Patrick, not Metroixer. People rarely roleplay characters with their own usernames. I's by themselves need capitalization, your character cannot just wind up in the cafeteria by teleportation to where Patrick is, your grammar needs more help and you only need one exclamation/question mark.

ooc: Where the dickens is Slaveless???

OOC: I dunno. He's been around, and I also want him so I can eat Chris. Get him, Splat.

OOC: Well I'm back! Has anything happened to my characters, or RF that I should know about?
It's my holidays so I should be able to keep up.

OOC: sorry Splat.

IC: Nox noticed a huge Big Bro slig (Tiny) lumber up behind Patrick, then squeak out directions for him, to which Patrick turned to in reply, and then promptly ran off down the coridoor.

f*** me!, i've seen smaller Tank-Carts during the war! and why the squeaky voice, eh Nox? yeah, while i'm on it, why did that fat lump just run away an' all?! bloody coward! what soddin' war was he in, eh?! the p***in' pencil pushers club?!? chase 'im down Nox, chase 'im down and gut him like the yellow-belly he is! YEEHAW! you do that Nox, you do it! get yer knife out now...now!

"he's a friend damn it!" Nox blurted out unsuspectingly, before the Big Bro slig (Tiny).

you just did it again, Nox. stop listening to me...heh heh.

Nox re-composed himself, looking even worse than before, the years of schizophrenia after the enduring war had taken an obvious physical toll on Nox. his mind so far gone it was un-fixable. he ridgidly held out a hand to the BB slig (Tiny), wearily asking;

"sorry about that, im Nox, and you?".

Splat's edit:

Seriously Fil, read the RPG rules! Read posts by other members and until you do that stop posting here cus what you're doing at the moment is spam and if you keep it up you may get an infraction (infractions can lead to you getting banned from Oddworld Forums).

Ehem, Master Splat: -

Kinda contradictory, no? Yay Venks <3.

OOC: However, he's not just breaking the RPG rules, he's also breaking the normal forum rules by spamming here, so thus is still susceptible to infraction.

And, BTW, thanks for ignoring me D:

What zerox said.

BWHAHAHAHA.....(did everyone die?)
 

OOC: you know, when you...roll your shoulders back, like around in circles, like if you have a twinge in them or something, kinda like a strech...


IC:
Cylepso had no idea where Dimitrio had ran off to. She frowned and snapped, "Oh, where the hell is a map in this shrykull damned place?" the female slig raised her head and sniffed, and regonised the strench of scrab legs, "Ah yes! The cafeteria, bet someone would of seen Agent, that place is like the common room or something." Cylepso nodded, and took of with a whirl of gears.
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(OOC: To avoid confusing, these two are in the cafeteria)
Vester gazed down a Lenny, as the spotted slig thrashed about like a gabbit on land, "You okay?"
"This floor is like ice! they need carpets or something!" Lenny exclaimed shrilly.
Vester gave a gruff bark of laughter, then paused and swung his head around as if noticing everyone for the first time, "Where all yous come from...?"

IC: Standing up and rubbing his head Roy looked around a little dizzy from his fall. He didn't run that far away from the cafeteria. He was so frightened by all that mess in the cafeteria that he didn't even get to eat his scrab legs or meet anyone. "Well Patrick did say a Boss should be in there." He said still rubbing his head then looking back towards the cafeteria he got a little nervous but fought the urge to run and headed back. Walking in again he noticed several people he didn't see before. "Uhh hi" Roy said coming up from behind Vester and Lenny.

IC: With a start Jerr woke up and yelled something about being so very sorry. when h noticed nobody was around him he then calmed down a bit, and hoped everyone hadn't heard that. Now that he was awake he wondered what he should do now. Walking back down the stairs and into the cafeteria yet again he noticed a bunch of commotion seemed to be going on. Going to the nearest slig (Nox) He asked "What's going on down here? It seems a bit like something big has been happening." This slig didn't look much like a worker, he looked more like a slig who had gritted his teeth and gotten through something big and bad. But what had he gotten through? A tatoo was on one of his arms. He looked very worn out at the momment. And Jerr just glimsed a slig dash out of the cafeteria in the direction of the R+R room. Or that's what Jerr thought, seeing as Jerr didn't know the factory very well. 'Wonder what's been happening while I was asleep.'
OOC: I agree with Skillyaslig. Were has everyone gone?