Ooc: Sorry, thought that guy would ask for his pie, then the rpg looked dead and yah.
Anyways, remember not to use random characters, i.e. characters with no name or personality, like a horde of scrabs or sligs chasing you, falling off a cliff and dying, that sorta thing.
/me reads the heap of new posts for relevant thingymajiggers.
...Waitwait, WHERE THE HELL IS DIMITRIO xD? And did the magic fire stop
?
IC
(GROUND FLOOR)
(Kitchen)
Operation: Make a pie seemed to be going well. The three stooges,
Tiny the big bro slig,
Tiro the mudokon child and
Agent 80085 the...Whatever the hell she was (mini big bro slig with oddly placed lumps?) had managed to find a pie, stick it in the oven AND an instruction manual. Pretty good for two sligs and a kid when cooking wasn't their job.
The massive(er) big bro watched over the bunker and oven with childlike eyes behind the visors. Perhaps they weren't meant to be doing this...They hadn't even gotten a job there after all. An almighty glukkon hadn't given them his blessing, or a rite of passage to make sure they wouldn't blow up the cooker. It seemed simple enough though. With an electronic 'ding', the mudokon pulled on some oven gloves (Admittedly large for his smaller three-fingered hands), carefully opened the doors and stood back as hot air rushed out.
Stupid, on the other hand, had gotten a pan lodged onto her head. She was just running around like a crazed crawling slig, emitting muffled yelps of attacking vykkers and clanging the aluminium pan into walls.
They left her to it with a giggle, figuring she'd get out sooner or later. Tiny let the mudokon carefully lift a hot tray, edging it onto the bunker. The big bro watched the steaming pie, not daring to poke it from its sheer ten minutes in a cooking box.
"Did someone want a pie...?" He squeaked. He winced at a shrill scream, quickly snatching hold of a leaping crawling slig's tail. The mudokon and big bro blinked at the thrashing thing with the pan on her head, and a toy in her hand.
They all girlscreamed when some creepy guy with an intercom (
Arnie yelled
Attention! To all personnel and other lifeforms - and robots - of Rupture Farms! You are to return to your R+Rs, bunks or wherever you sleep, and stay there until tomorrow. Nobody is allowed to leave until morning, when there will be a meeting in the Cafeteria. I expect you to be there, unless you want to leave Rupture Farms. I repeat: tomorrow morning, meeting in Cafeteria!
Then the scary glukkon left the cafeteria.
They all stared blankly (Expect for bucket-head) at the glukkon, looked at one another and shrugged.
"Anyone want pie before bedtime...?" Tiny squeaked.
"Save it for Dimitrio!" The metallic voice sounded out, yanking the pan off her head and chucking it away carelessly. "And umm...Maybe he's went to bed...Yeah, brekfast in bed sounds good."
Ooc: Not. Pun. Intended. I swearz.