OOC:
OH MY FRICKING GOD.
IC:
Wic rubbed his large eyes, and looked around him. Had he been asleep?
Groggily standing up, he was barely tall enough to look over the tables in the room. Thinking hard, he tried to work out what had happened. He'd chased a muscled she-slig... and he'd gotten some water... it was all such a blur. Wait- Tiro? Where was Tiro?
Walking a little way from where he had been 'sleeping', he thought of the young Mudokon child who... had poured the glass of water over the she-slig's head! That's about the last thing he could remember before he entered a very strange sort of dream-like state.
He grumbled, a little annoyed. How did he fall asleep, right in the middle of the Kitchen, in the middle of the day?! Perhaps it was because he'd had such little sleep the night before?
Wic sighed and rubbed his eyes again. Whatever had happened, it didn't matter now. He had to find Tiro... or, possibly, find a job. Wic shuddered and thought of what Ricky and Cal might think... it was the middle of the next day, and he still hadn't done what he'd come here to do in the first place!! Looking around once more for some que for action, he spotted the cafeteria door and ran for it.
[EDIT] OOC: Hope you enjoy Australia, Gretin!
It's actually really cold here o_o...