OOC: (Is shattered from lack of sleep) I see silence.
IC
(GROUND FLOOR)
(CAFETERIA)
Population: Cylepso, RG-49, Arnie, Vester, Lenny, Ralph, Roy, Otto, Silph, Slax, Nox, Scri, Phats, Kotez, Silph, Slash
Tiro couldn't see the expressions on her face but her voice made it obvious.
“Good, good! Last thing we need is more blood letting,”
Cylepso's tentacles twisted. Something bad, perhaps? An angry face?
“Yeah, it stains clothes, that’s why I have black!” She plucked at the long sleeve of her shirt with her pink nails.
“You mudokons don’t have to worry about that though” She went on. “…well, you might, but your not that old yet…At least I don’t think you are…Wait, how old are you?” She asked.
Tiro counted on his three fingered paws for half a minute or so.
“...Two an' a half.” He grinned widely. That would be five in mudokon years. Elsewhere,
Tiny poked around for food and Scarface sulked in a corner.
(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)
Population: Rick, Wic, Corky, Kotez, , Roy, Nox, Krett
He hardly paid any attention to the mudokon. He was too lost in angst thought that didn't help anything. Hunger was taking its toll. He hadn't eaten since yesterday. The growls of burning acid in his stomach scolded him, but he longed to actually have control over his life. There had been too much things that progressed to worse, what would happen next? Would
Agent flip again? Was she dead already? Would the friends he had now grow sick of his worthless self and scamper off? What was
Scarface up to? Little could he see how much he was losing it. With little to no fat, his muscles were starting to waste away. The heart was a muscle. If he kept it up he'd die.
"... You okay Mister D... Dee-mee-twee-oh?"
Wic stuttered. He snapped out of it for a moment.
“Fine, fine...”
Dimitrio barely whispered. The bony slig attempted to get up, but fell into darkness.
A smack on a cold hard floor threw him out of it. He used his brain. He went to get up to look for Agent then fell back down. He hadn't slept all night from stress and hadn't eaten since yesterday. It wasn't too surprising. He wanted to just drift off to sleep on the floor but its harshness and the fear of others noticing him prevented that.
(FIRST FLOOR)
(DEK'S LAB)
Population: Only Agent
Stressed out of her mind, the female slig clinged to the precious doll and shivered. Being naked could chill a person pretty quickly. She hissed in shivers and curled up tighter, contracting a bunch of visible muscles. She was done a crying spree for now. But the memories hadn't came. Some things were apparent. A slig was special to her. He had others with him, some mudokon...But things also came as they went. She couldn't remember why she was in some strange box thing. Was she born here? What was it made of? Rage gone, she fiddled with the doll before re-remembering its importance to her.
Gasping softly,
Agent held 'him' loosely in guilt.
“I keep forgetting stuff...” She whispered, too faint for even herself to hear. She curled up tightly, shaking slightly from sobs and exposure to the cold.