ooc: Don't worry Jordan, you'll get used to it eventually. You could try with 2 characters, it'll give you something to do while JB is asleep
Searge, Slaveless, I didn't mean for everyone to magically finish what they're doing. You could assume Slap and Dek continue working through the night, it'd remove the problem of posting all the operations, just say the next morning Gore's characters have been shipped off to hospital, Linc is stable or whatever and the gas has had time to filter out or something.
Just talking about winding down so we don't end up with a situation where three of us are RPing and everyone else is going crazy.
Oh, and Slaveless, Arnie is currently in the Executive R+R, in bed. That's probably a good thing as Dripik is on holiday and won't be posting.
Something totally unexpected by me is happening to Dionysia. That's waht I love about RPs, you never know what'll happen and your characters seem to develop almost on their own.
Dionysia had been about to boast gleefully, until Gappiqu wrapped his arms around her. She froze from surprise,, and then he was gone off, looking for the boss. She recovered quickly, sat down next to the unconscious mud and tried to get her head straight.
"What's wrong with me?" She growled to herself. He was a slig, like any other. She'd always kept her distance since the disaster between her and Stivik, but now here she was; she felt like she'd almost fallen into his arms, and it was not a feeling she wanted to encourage. It wasn't what she was and she knew what would come of letting her emotions out. She squeezed her eyes closed.
When she opened them she stood up, nudged the unconscious mudokon in the side with her foot and sighed, looking up and down the corridor. She paced a little and then slumped down against the wall again. She glanced at the mudokon. "You're great company, aren't you?"
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Anni ran blindly. She tripped over and landed on her face, before springing up quickly. She looked around, breathing hard. She couldn't see the factory anymore. Squashing her panic, she sat down quickly and curled up in a crack in the rocky ground of the stockyards. Her life as a slave meant she was used to roughing it. She closed her eyes and listened to the beating of her heart. Exhaustion slowly overcame her, and she fell into a deep sleep.