Out of Coffee:
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ooc: Um, Dionysia didn't jump at Conway, she jumped at Ark (the mudokon they were looking for in the lab). Also to knit-pick, how would they know the name 'Jesus Christ' on Oddworld?
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I tried other curses. They didn't seem to fit.
And you wrote
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Dionysia crouched behind the crate just below where she expected to find the mud. Now all she needed was a distraction so she could get up there without notice...
"Hello-o-o!! The name's Conway! You folks look as though you're in a spot of trouble... What can I do ya for?"
Lovely.
She dived on top of the crate, hauled herself into the shadowy pipe-work and lunged (somewhat noisily) towards where she hoped the mud was hiding, aiming to grab it, and maybe knock it down below.
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So I thought Dionysia had mistaken him for Ark or something.
And I just realised i'd completely ditched Mola and Ophelia. That was not intentional. I like roleplaying them. =p
Might as well catch up on them I guess.
BIC:
Mola was wandering aimlessly, his feet patting the ground. He hummed happily to himself as he skipped along following the scent of cooking food, trying to find the cafeteria. As he approached a staircase he noticed a bunch of creatures talking inside what was labled to be the 'Lab.' He froze at the sight of a wolvark inside. Wolvarks destroyed his home. Wolvarks were scary!
He ran down the flight of steps, hoping not to be noticed. He didn't like wolvarks! When he came to the bottom he completely forgot what he was doing and proceeded to follow the delicious scent of buttery, mouth-watering, fried meep skins...
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Ophelia smiled at the robot she'd been talking to and gripped the orb tighter in her hands. Quickly she slipped it in her pocket.
"Thanks," she said, waving happily. "I appriciate the gift. I don't know what it does really, but thanks. And... oh for the love of Odd, where did he go now?"
Ophelia groaned and looked around. Mola was gone. Again. She walked down the hall with a dramatic sigh and trotted down some stairs. Maybe Mola was actually eager for a job; it wouldn't hurt to stay awhile and try to find him some work to do. Then maybe she could finally ditch him and get on with leading the village.
The female grubb looked around worriedly as she reached the bottom. Grubbs were among the smallest of Oddworld creatures; it was easy for them to get hurt or ignored. She just hoped Mola was okay.