OOC: Um...Sturg is kinda sat in the lab, waiting for the Vykkers to...do something, since he has nothing else better to do after going into the cafeteria, except for the fact that never happened.
IC: Slash remained, hovering near the Glukkons. They'd moved a bit for privacy, but had he maybe heard...chant suppressor? So, that pin somehow had chant suppressor technology crammed in there? Surely it couldn't be as powerful as the larger models...though, alot of space in those was taken up by the anti-grav technology (hey, maybe I can ditch the wings on these!), rather than the actual laser technology. He decided to wait until they'd finished their conversation before questioning the Slig inventor, he didn't want to get in trouble for trying to interrupt, and obviously they wanted privacy at the moment.
Silph turned his head at a demented, wet Slig go crawling in a rage across the cafeteria floor. He'd normally try to perhaps prevent such, but without metal pants, he couldn't see it actually doing anyone any harm. He stood up and walked at the Slig's slow pace after it anyway...this could be amusing.
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