OOC: Last day of school for meee...And I just had a thought, how do the big bro's get around through the doors and whatnot O.o? Especially since my character is meant to be a couple feet higher 8P.
IC
(GROUND FLOOR)
(CAFETERIA)
The butchy slig hummed to herself, rounding the corner and casually slipping through the door like she was allowed. The little mudokon warilly followed in after her. He wasn't used to being allowed to go whenever he wanted. Younger slaves like him had been shot for having a stretch. And he didn't think he was allowed through that room...But he figured he'd be safe with that slig. She seemed to be allowed to do as she pleased in the Slig Barracks.
With the two through the door, next came the big bro.
He eyed the door warilly. He heaved and tried to squeeze his cranking pants and massive shoulders in, trying to duck and shimmy through sideways. He did get past it through some miracle, but the doorframe looked a little worse for wear.
He whimpered at the slight but noticeable damage and stomped through timidly.
(GROUND FLOOR)
(Kitchen)
Inside, the place smelled of both raw and cooked meat. Some machines they figured were meant for cooking radiated heat against the metal walls. The metal floor seemed a little hot under
Tiro and
Agent's skin too, so
they quickly crawled or walked on by.
Tiny tiptoed, though that was a tad useless given the sounds of his moving pants filling the room.
The mudokon poked hs head about. With a sneaky grin, he began chanting but a chant suppressor made quick work of that. A zap and a heightened yelp followed.
The two sligs stared at him. The female glared and the big bro just looked a little wary. Possesion scared him, even if it was by an overconfident little kid. He'd heard horror stories of how Abe blew sligs up when he was done with them.
They turned away eventually and resumed wandering about the room, the huge slig keeping his head low. He didn't want to bump it on the ceiling.
A cut paramite hung bleeding from a wall (I think I remember
Silph bringing one in).
Agent twitched her tentacles in distaste and made for the door to her right. She didn't really like meat. It didn't go down too well with her digestive tract...Maybe she was allergic, but meat was the only thing on offer in the industrial world, so it seemed.
She held her faintly gurgling stomach with a wince and went a little faster.