Pre-smiley face mingle... kind of

[fuckingnature]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 61, Evening to Night
Where: Level 3
What: Ribbit

[ As night falls over HQ, those on the third floor might notice things getting a little more... colorful. Maybe it's the light reflecting off all the water around or maybe your eyes are just playing tricks with you. Or maybe, just maybe, there are hundreds of small, colorful frogs jumping out of the stairway to the second floor and out into the hallways due to all of that rising water in the second floor, leaping wildly all over any surface they can find. ]

[ Just maybe. ]

[ And they're not all that's making their way across the third floor... ]

(( OOC: As a reminder! These are pilot frogs running loose and coming in skin contact with any of these frogs causes temporary disorientation and nausea. Come in contact with too many for too long and you're liable to pass out (or worse) from the severity of it. Fun times. ))

(( This post is also meant to be a mostly un-run mingling with frogs, but if you'd like a little more excitement in your thread, just hit up this comment and Ten will take you on an adventure. ))

Comments

[ticking]

I don't need an apology, just an answer.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[Picking up a frog. These will seep through gloves eventually. Most likely.]

Not for that. I may have let a madwoman take a tour of your brain unknowingly.

[ticking]

...well. I may have provoked a madman into destroying part of yours.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

Perhaps we are even then. Or more I don't want to think about the consequences of that.

[ticking]

He wanted to kill me since he can't kill you, and then there was some weird alcohol involved... I didn't stick around to see much.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

I'm sure your charming personality did nothing to dissuade him. Yours was an absolute delight on the other hand, but you might want to show her the finer things in life. Or at least get her new wall paper for her room.

[Coming back up with frog in tow.]

[ticking]

I can't imagine who she is or why I would. This doesn't change anything between us either.

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

She is what is left of your Joyd. A memory of a memory if you want to be ironic about it. Funny. I never pictured Joyd as a woman.

As for that matter, I'm still deciding.

[Taking a suggestion from Isabella, but somehow don't imagine trying to slip this frog down the back of Slick's shirt is going to work out well.]

[ticking]

...She would also just be a ghost.

And you're annoying. Let me know when you've made your decision, then.

[leaving!!]

[fortuneforyourdisaster]

[Waving. Have fun, Slick.]

[ticking]

[w/e!!]