OOC: Sorry for the absence, guys, and also, thanks for putting my guys in the hospital, I now have an excuse for my characters to not know anything about what's going on. :P
IC:
The train from FeeCo slowed to a halt into the old Rupture Farms trainstation. The side door opened, revealing a slig with a few cases, heaving them out onto the platform. After a sigh, the slig steps forward into the light. He is covered in bandages, and seems to be struggling slightly. He takes a step forward. One of his bandages is caught on the doorframe, and he falls over clumsily, smashing his tentacles into the concrete. After a little sobbing and under-breath cursing, he scrambles up, grabs his luggage and steps a little forward.
"They better have paid off my illness!" said Goresplatter.
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