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

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I know, sort of -- that's why I tried -- but I don't know what to do--!

[sinkingship]

. . . why you tried—?

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Not to pressure you. I love you, Nezumi. I'm in love with you.

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You—

[NNNNNNH ;;]

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Well. I mean. Yes.

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[just. quiet. as if he's having some sort of violent internal struggle :x]

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You don't have to answer it.

[sinkingship]

What?

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Anything I say like that. It's not something that demands an answer.

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I know that.

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...

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. . . I got you something else.

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More than a book-? Nezumi, you're spoiling me.

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It's for me, too, you know. And anyway . . .

[shrugs a little, trying to disentangle himself, trying to figure out how to breathe again]

Just look behind you.

[everfixedmark]

Eh-?

[turns to. Look. At their brand new bookshelves.]

Ah! Really? I hope we can fill those.

[sinkingship]

. . . we'll be sure to.

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[getting up from the bed and going over to them]

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[fighting the urge to curl into a fetal position, instead just stretching out on the bed]

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[takes Hamlet -- the play, not the mouse -- out of his cardigan and puts it on the shelf]

[sinkingship]

[. . . watching him]

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[smiles at it] There we go, then.

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. . .

Now it's home.

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[turns and just smiles at him]

[sinkingship]

. . .

[yeah. okay.]

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...[THUMPS OVER AND FLOPS ONTO THE BED, grinning up at him] Nezumiii.