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

[confirmed_bachelor]

It seems more like something out of a science fiction movie.

[cloak_and_sniper]

What year was it when you passed away, Doctor Watson?

[confirmed_bachelor]

2012. And you?

[cloak_and_sniper]

[stares at him for a moment, clenching her jaw to stop her mouth from falling open. she has an alternate-reality double running around, she shouldn't be as surprised as she is]

2186.

[confirmed_bachelor]

[well then my jaw is going to drop enough for the both of us]

21 -- That's nearly two hundred years' difference!

[cloak_and_sniper]

I guess that explains why my armor looks odd to you.

[chuckles, though she's still reeling]

[confirmed_bachelor]

[nods]

Rather beyond my time...

[cloak_and_sniper]

Okay... what were we doing?

[sheepish smile, stopping herself from rubbing her neck just before she smears frog-juice all over it]

[confirmed_bachelor]

Capturing frogs and talking about our sordid military histories.

[cloak_and_sniper]

Ah, yeah. Frogs. Any ideas where the hell they all came from?

[picking up a shiny green one and tossing it in with the rest]

[confirmed_bachelor]

Lower levels, perhaps? It's been flooding recently.

[cloak_and_sniper]

Maybe. I went down there earlier but didn't stick around long enough to see any. At least they're not those damn monkey-things.

[confirmed_bachelor]

God spare us from those damned monkeys. At least frogs are silent.

[cloak_and_sniper]

Once these are gone, we might have a few days of peace. Inside, anyway.