Out of Coffee:
Yay, new people. =)
BIC:
"How does that feel?" The vykker asked Skelter. It took a second for Skelter's aggrivated brain to process the message.
"Hmmm dhm thm mmm? Hmm dhm thm MMM?! Hmm hm hmm dh mmm nnnk!" How the hell do you think it feels!
Skelter snatched a mirror from a medical table nearby and looked at herself. Her stitches looked like they'd been tightened on purpose, and made the skin around them turn a sickly, bruised eggplant color. Skelter moaned and sat back down on the table, feeling like she'd lost whatever tiny strand of self-respect she had left.
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"OH SKELTEEERR!" Maggie practically screamed up the stairs. Hopefully the intern would get the message and she wouldn't have to walk up any stairs. "CONNIE'S ASLEEEP! WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH HIM?!"
No reply came. Maggie huffed and turned on her foot, sitting down on the bottom stair. She watched in silence as a slig (Corky) and his slog (Phats) walked by. Suddenly Maggie jumped up and started following them. In a demonstration of her lack of personal space, Maggie followed the slig so closely that she was practically breathing down his neck, just staring at him.
"Hi!" she exploded, banking to the side and trotting next to the pair. "I'm Maggie!"
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