Persi: What would I do? Prod you back to health? *Alibaba glares at him.* Alibaba: Naib, that is not very considerate. OOC: Off on a road trip. Will get on when I can find interwebz...
Persi: I would say prisoner, seeming as she escaped a Federation brig and stole a shuttle. That's a big no no, Miss Chloe. You might have to go to time out... *He walks oit of the shadows, his sword unsheathed but held casually. Alibaba walks out and immediately hurried to the two.* Alibaba: Are you hurt seriously? Any…
Hmm, I wonder if I could rig the lycanthropy retrovirus to do somethin' funny for executions. *Smiles, getting an idea.* I wonder what a werebunny would look like? (OOC: My opinion is, if it works great, it don't need work. What's the point of it looking good, if all you look at is the screen? Guess it can be taken as…
Ohh! That's gotta hurt! Hail Ba'al! (OOC: I love how we're having a sadistic conversation IC but a rather pleasant one about comluters at the same time... I'm pretty sure this might mark us as institutionally insane... Anyway, this HP was pretty reliable untill that last step. A little up there sure, but it was a good…
(OOC: Eh, I was running with an HP Pavilion for the last three to four years, untill the screen took a sh*t and then the video output, and then the damn comp just wouldn't start. Let's just say it was a bad week or so... anyway, that means I'm not picky...) Oooh. So, does this one disintergrate his liver? *Presses button,…
"We're...." Aahuus starts, then looks at H'Gall."I'm not gling to beat you. Getting you talking is probably the best thing for both of us." He sits down, and grunts as joints creak from standing so long. "Elements... this hurts. Have you ever had to stand that long? It's killer on the joints." Aahuus says, putting on a…
'Hmmm... must have been a rat or something..." Perseus mutters, still looking around. "Well, if it gets hungry, it can eat at the mess hall like everyone else." he adds with a chuckle, fully joking. He walks out, and makes his way to his room. He was part of the medical staff, when not trading, but it wasn't his shift yet.…
*Eats another donut. Then drinks coffee again, but nit before putting something in it. A witchy something.* Sooooo.... have we found any wrothy opposition yet? I kinda want to whip someones TRIBBLE today...
Hmm, chocolate glazed. Seems to be the least heart attackey of the options. *Eats donut and washes it down with coffee.* Sooo.... anything weird happen while I was gone again? Beside the obvious stuff?