ooc: It's been Monday for 17 minutes!
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While having a convo with Nexy yesterday, I got convinced that I should return and sort this place out. It is necessary.
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How does she keep doing that?!
Just another job I get to delegate, I guess.
Also, Dionysia is still waiting for #7! Though I dunno if her question is all that current any more...
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Grace, Slig, Male (LOL GIRL NAME)
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Don't say that to his face if you wish to keep your face
Welcome Enchilado and stuff. You seem to have things pretty sorted out now. And you don't need to read the entire thread. You seem to be doing fine.
And all that's left to say is that Rupture Farms' slig-to-mudokon ratio is looking pretty grim again.
5719, if it's ok I'm gonna say they split up to try and catch the mudokon. Seems more sensible than him stopping to guard when there's more than one entrance
I hope that's ok.
IC:
Grace shook his head at Flad's plan, "I don't know if there are other entrances to this old part of the factory, and it'd be a nice little mess if the native sneaked back in and possessed the boss while I was standing about here," Stupid fool he was, he scolded himself, should have left a rear guard. "You two head in slowly. I'll try and loop around a bit, then you might be able to drive him towards me. If he can keep that speedy thing up, it might be our best chance of getting him. I've got my radio if you need to contact me."
And so he left Borso and the other slig to follow the mudokon's trail of blood, while he tried to creep round the back of it. He didn't really know where it was, but if it was following the other mud, who he assumed couldn't run super-fast, the plan might just come off. Keeping his ears pulled, he entered the semi-darkness of the derelict Rupture Farms.
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Anni sort of paused for a moment, trying to work out all of what he'd just said. She was at least able to grasp that he was the one who had spoken to her up in the corridor. "Um, well, Arnie is usually alright as glukkons go, but he's been a bit angry the last couple of days. And I dunno, when he saw you at his door holding a weapon he was probaly scared you were going to attack him."
She stopped when he asked if she heard anything. She stopped and listened, to the background murmur of the factory's machinery, the whistling of the pipes in this derelict half of the factory... "I don't hear anything strange..." She replied. "There are animals down here, though. I'm looking for one now, actually. There's a paramite who I sort of raised..."
She looked around and called again softly, "Somi?" Then she added to Mars, "You know, I think if you hid your weapons they might not recognise you, and you could probably get a job."
ooc: Chronicler appears to have been eaten by moon martians.