Out of Coffee:
Live, damn you! LIIIVE!
Anyway, I don't know if stopping the roleplay then starting W@RF v.9 will really change anything, seeing as nobody has anything to post anyway. I'm still sort of new here so I don't really know if the roleplay being this slow is normal or not. Anyway, whatever everyone else thinks i'll just agree with.
BIC:
Skelter remained silent as the anonymous vykker (Krik) started stitching her mouth shut. She couldn't feel the needle, but she could feel the thread tugging her mouth shut, and even with painkillers, it was still uncomfortable. She kicked her legs back and forth angrily over the side of the medical table, giving the vykker (Krik) a far-from-agreeable look.
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Conway continued his trek around the cafeteria. Finding nothing of interest, he sprawled out over one of the table's benches, dozed off, and proceeded to snore like a foghorn.
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Maggie stood patiently outside the Lab, staring at the door. She ducked down and tried to look through the keyhole. No luck. Huffing, Maggie turned on one of her big, blunt feet and wandered off.
"Connie?" Maggie called, using the nickname Skelter had chrisened on her mudokon friend. She looked around the corner. "You still up here?"
When no reply came, Maggie trotted down some nearby stairs and proceeded to wander the hallways. She looked around, scratching her head with a meaty finger. She pushed open a door that read 'Cafeteria' and looked inside. Grinning, she spotted Conway fast asleep. She decided not to disturb him.
Seeing as everybody else was busy at the moment, Maggie decided to try and find whoever owned the place. That way she could get them jobs, and then they'd be able to... well, that wasn't important right now.
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