Out Of Coffee: Am I the only one who thinks this roleplay is going really, really slowly?
BIC:
Ophelia charged down the hallway like a miniature tank, her eyes filled with so much anger that she looked like she could burn a hole in the walls with just sight alone.
"Mola," she muttered bitterly to herself. "When I get ahold of that little abomination I swear i'm gonna..." Her voice trailed off as she paused and sniffed the air. Smoke... was that smoke? "Hello?" She called, warily looking around. "Is something burning around here?"
When no reply came, Ophelia skipped down the stairs and looked around. She wandered for a while, unwittingly passing the cafeteria (and Mola) and crossed her arms. The smoke was stronger here, she was sure of it. Was it just her imagination? She sighed and trekked onwards, looking around curiously and heading towards a room labled 'Production Lines'.
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