[Splat]

ooc: I never specified where Dion and Krik were, but now you mention it the lab's probably not an unlikely place since Slap and Chris have left it empty. (I assume they're gone by now).

IC:
Dionysia shrugged her shoulder violently, forcing the Slash's hand away. "Get off of me; of course the vykker knows what he's doing." She glared at Krik, as if the intrusion of this idiot slig was his fault.
Krik had turned away to put some things in his bag and now turned and gave a long-suffered look. "Was there something specific you wanted?" He asked the slig.

"I've got this satchel of mine and a...Tomahawk I think it was? But I need somewhere safe to put them for now. Do you think you could keep an eye on them for now? It's getting annoying carrying them around."

"What on Odd's a flying slig doing with a mudokon weapon?" He asked, slightly surprised, eying the tomahawk suspiciously, as if it might suddenly explode or something.

Krik noticed a crawling slig (Agent) haul itself up onto the operating table at the other end of the room, but assumed it was supposed to be there and gave it no other attention. He didn't pay enough attention to see its unusual gender, its even more unusual toy, or hear its slightly distrubing words.

ooc: Waiting for Gretin and Slaveless.