ooc: Right, it's been twenty posts since the last time someone wrote the letters 'IC' in this fair thread, and so I quit waiting and I'm gonna go back to saving my RPG... Uh, Dripik's RPG. *Sticks tongue out at everyone*
IC: (Man, it feels good to type that)
Grace looked over his shoulder at the somewhat weedy little Borso, but then he shrugged. At least the slig was enthusiastic, and the other slig and the robot were here now, too.
"Right, well I'm going to go out and look for this native, but if one of you wants to go and look for him on the cameras and tell me where he is, that'd help, I'm sure. I have a radio, on frequency 8.5." He muscled his way out of the room, pushing past Dionysia who glared at his back, though he paid her exactly no attention.
She looked sourly around the room, resting her attention on #7 Slig, looking at him with insolent expectancy, waiting for him to explain what was going on and what his oh-so-wonderful plan would be.
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Anni and Jim both looked up as the message blared overhead. When Arnie's shouting faded to a ringing silence, Jim looked around. "Um."
Anni's face was glowing with excitement, but before she could say anything, Ralph spoke.
Ralph rolled his eyes, "Doesn't sound like anyone in this factory does their jobs properly. Anyway, I know the boss didn't assign me to this job, but my job was up there in the packaging area, along with two other people who never bothered to show up. So I figured I'd come down here and help get things started and then maybe someone could help me out up there."
Anni shrugged, "Well most things get done here, don't they? The place is still running. Anyway, maybe me and Jim could go upstairs in a bit and you can help Skullik down here!" She pointed to the hulking outlaw.
Jim, foreseeing this as an attempt by Anni to get away from work and, horror of horrors, maybe even go and look for this native, started to speak then, "Um, maybe it'd be better if you stay-"
"Anyway," Anni declared loudly, "What we're doing is," She glanced at Jim, "Meat comes through that little hatchways and down the conveyor and gets ground up and then over there it gets pounded. So we have to make sure it's getting mushed up properly and then if it doesn't we probably mess with the controls until it does."
Jim couldn't help noticing that this was very nearly a word-for-word copy of what he'd just said in answer to the same question, and said pointedly, "Anni, how long have you worked here?"
She grinned at him angelically.