OOC:
Thank you Carnix, you win a win.
And Splat....I see what you did there, with your sneaky little edits...Whooo, plus 1 text is sooo big.
...Okay, I've probably done Doedums totally ooc but...D:I'm not too familiar with him yet, I haven't seen him with Scridums that much
.....Uhhhh,
Sturg is in the Lab now, right?
IC
(R&R)
Doe sat on the bed, daydreaming. Daydreaming so much of how he could kill nearly everyone in the room (Just the industrialists), he didn't notice
Scri leave. He turned to see her dissapear out of the R&R door. He dashed off his bed and out of the room, failing to see the big fainted slig commotion outside.
Scarface shivered at the look he was getting from
Jatt, then breathed relief when he became distracted. He rolled his eyes, when that fruitloop intern over there next to the masked slig (
Domino) didn't even notice him point straight at him. He flinched instinctively when that lazy walking slig next to helmet-wearing intern (
Arrack) yelled out:
"HEY! WHO WANTS TO WATCH GLUKKON EYE FOR THE VYKKER?"
He glared at him and pointed his gun, only to find it wasn't there, and thus he made himself look like a loonatic. He glared.
"Who
does?!" He snarled, being his usual sourpuss self. "Nobody gives a flying flop, genius!"
Tiny looked away shyly as
Jutt spoke to him. He wasn't used to speaking to people. Mostly he would just sit in his corner and watch tv or something.
"Sure, yer not. Thats why ye look as terrified as a grub inna slog pit. Why, is there a fuzzle or somethin' 'round?" the smaller-than-him big bro asked.
"What, fuzzles?!" A big bro so similar to him (
Jatt) cried out. "I hate those nasty little hair balls! Where is it? I'll kill it for ye." He then proceeded to swing his scary big blitzpacker gun around.
Scarface just gave a dirty look to the slig and intern, then raised an eyebrow when Tiny timidly stomped over to them (
Domino and
Arrack) in their seat. He could prance like a ballerina all he wanted, but his pants still sounded like lawnmowers being chucked down a flight of stairs whenever he walked. The larger than normal big bro scratched his neck shyly.
"Can I...Watch it with you then?" He squeaked in his high un-bigbro voice. "What's it about?"
(Outside R&R)
Dimitrio didn't stir, even when
Slax gave him a kick. He only nudged from the force and continued to lie there in unconscious silence. He didn't hear
Lenny hit the floor and blabber either. Or feel his other semi-insane female slig friend
Cylepso prod him with a cold gun.
Tiro held his face in his three fingered paw and cringed. The lightheaded Dimitrio was drawing attention to himself, and not waking up. A whine emmitted from the slig's throat.
'I'm Wic, by the way.' His new found friend said. 'My friend's are a Slig and a scary Intern, they called me here. But they're not here no mores. What's your name?' he asked, smiling and holding out a hand to shake. Tiro grinned like he was wired. He shook the hand up and down rapidly.
"My name's Tiro!" He chirped. "I used to be in the Sliggy Barracks, then this bony guy with a weird arm -" He pointed to Dimitrio. "Saved me and my friends then..."
He paused and stared into space. His friends. He used to have four other sterile mudokon friends as family. But after escaping and settling into a native village, a slig invasion had him kidnapped and shipped to RuptureFarms with Scarface. He hadn't seen the four since and missed them greatly. His wib wobbled and his eyes welled up with tears. Desperate not to look embarrassing and draw attention to himself, he forced a smile and turned to
Cylepso.
"Will I go get a glass o' water from the cafeteria?" He couldn't hide the teary shakiness in his voice.
(Cafeteria)
Wanting to see her, Doe ran out of that room. On the way to the cafeteria to see her, he managed to stub his smallest toe on the door, trip down a flight of stairs and his own feet in various corridors. He panted and sat down next to her in the cafeteria.
"Hi." He smiled, bruises forming on his tanned skin.
(Dek's lab)
Chris struggled to dig up the slig with her spindly clawed arms. She continued to move things out of the way in a hurry.
"Frankly, I have no idea..." She answered the mudokon (
Krett). "Try asking the patient that later -"
Agent finally became free, but was off in a flash towards the door. Chris winced when Agent's break for freedom ended in her smacking into the solid metal door.
Shaking her big shiny head, she heard a voice and turned to address it. She froze on the spot. There was a meech there (
Sturg), which was supposed to be extinct. Wildlife creatures weren't supposed to talk or ride wheelchairs. And the meech was asking if he could use it. Her mouth quivered as she tried to think of something.
Another abnormality distracted her. The crazed patient had scurried to a desolate corner, and was hissing loudly and spitting in the meech's direction. Agent growled lowly, flicking her tongue out of her tentacled mouth.
(Kitchen)
#9 Burst into the kitchen regardless of whenever he was allowed or not, and proceeded to run around looking for evidence. Anything unusual. After finding nothing upon looking and raking in things, he hurtled into the cupboard.
Panting, he looked around the dusty metal place. Crates. Boxes. Possibly food supplies. His eyes swivelled to more abnormal sightings. A trial of blood on the floor had begun in a large spot, then trickled away and ended in a thin line like a tree branch. A bloodstained knife had been discarded at his feet, and a small shiny hand gun lay there in silence. Shaking, he borrowed the weapon in case it could prove useful and held it tightly. It didn't look good. Possible scenes of the alledgedly butchy female slig being knifed or shot, flashed through his mind.
Sorry, I've just been waiting so long.
