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thisavrou_log2016-04-28 11:47 pm
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Who: Chara, Ratchet, and Kyoko
When: Flexible!
Where: In a hallway or the Main Hall, by a vent exit
What: Gundertale: Like regular Moira shennanigans, but with slightly more guns.
Warnings: Chara warnings. Puella Magi madoka magica warnings. Guns, and kids with guns.
Crawling around the air ducts has been a lot easier since they found the cargo bay's headlamps. They're adult-sized, sure, but that doesn't stop Chara from wearing one like a necklace, and now their days of MID-lit three-legged crawling are gone forever. It's useful. It takes less than a second to stuff out of sight.
It means that when they turn a corner, they see the dog residue before they put a hand in it. Ugh, there's a lot of it. Who thought it was a good idea to keep all those annoying dogs, again? There had to be a good way to catch and sell them, or give them away, or whatever anyone wanted to do. Just so long as it meant less residue left around any old place they managed to get into...
Huh. That part right there isn't residue. Chara looks again, picking details out through the dark. Those right there are tennis ball remains. And beside it...
"... a gun?" The mumble is unclear, but the general murmur of it fills the vent.
Chara reaches for the thing on impulse, brushing bits of dirt and splintered tree-branch to one side to take it. And then--oh, this must be some irony. They're back in three-legged crawling, making unwieldy thumps as they reach the nearest vent grate. Fortunately it's not far. In fact--wait, is there someone out there? After all their clunking and crawling around, the silence as Chara looks out into the hall is incredibly conspicuous.
When: Flexible!
Where: In a hallway or the Main Hall, by a vent exit
What: Gundertale: Like regular Moira shennanigans, but with slightly more guns.
Warnings: Chara warnings. Puella Magi madoka magica warnings. Guns, and kids with guns.
Crawling around the air ducts has been a lot easier since they found the cargo bay's headlamps. They're adult-sized, sure, but that doesn't stop Chara from wearing one like a necklace, and now their days of MID-lit three-legged crawling are gone forever. It's useful. It takes less than a second to stuff out of sight.
It means that when they turn a corner, they see the dog residue before they put a hand in it. Ugh, there's a lot of it. Who thought it was a good idea to keep all those annoying dogs, again? There had to be a good way to catch and sell them, or give them away, or whatever anyone wanted to do. Just so long as it meant less residue left around any old place they managed to get into...
Huh. That part right there isn't residue. Chara looks again, picking details out through the dark. Those right there are tennis ball remains. And beside it...
"... a gun?" The mumble is unclear, but the general murmur of it fills the vent.
Chara reaches for the thing on impulse, brushing bits of dirt and splintered tree-branch to one side to take it. And then--oh, this must be some irony. They're back in three-legged crawling, making unwieldy thumps as they reach the nearest vent grate. Fortunately it's not far. In fact--wait, is there someone out there? After all their clunking and crawling around, the silence as Chara looks out into the hall is incredibly conspicuous.