Skelter yawned and looked around. 'I should find whoever owns this place,' She thought dully, turning to enter the cafeteria. Suddenly somebody bumped into her (Dionysia) and barked "Hey, watch where you're going!"
Skelter bared her teeth; she didn't take orders from stuck-up brats. "You'd better watch yourself, unless you wanna end up with a lot less teeth." She growled, sizing her up. She was in a bad enough mood as it was without throwing some mudokon punk into the mix.
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Mola army-crawled under a nearby table and curled up, wimpering. If Ophelia caught him, he'd be majorly screwed. He sat there for a few seconds, shock-still with fear, before reaching out from under the table, grabbing a handful of whatever food was in reach, and stuffing it in his mouth.
Meanwhile Ophelia had left the scene of the fire; she didn't want to get in the way. She remembered Mola, and muttered under her breath "When I get ahold of that little grubb I swear i'm gonna..."
She stepped into the cafeteria, making sure to step around a mudokon and an intern who seemed to be in some sort of quarrel, and glanced around. Mola was nowhere to be seen, but she had a feeling that he was near; he was a bony little thing, able to hide in small places most grubbs couldn't fit in. Ophelia tapped a nearby slig on the shoulder (Cylepso). "Excuse me, have you seen a grubb around here? He's small, thin, has a stupid hat, and has probably flooded everyone in this room with questions..."
Out of Coffee: Cylepso is still in the cafeteria, right?
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