The hand of Time is a big steel bolt
Who: The Master and Byron Balaz.
What: Sniffing each other out outside the Halloween party.
When: Backdated to 31/10/2010 22:55:23:098 EST.
Where: Outside Ara.
Rating: M for moving it out of the party thread in case things get dicey and off topic.
Status: Complete.
"No," the Master said peevishly, stuffing his hands, if it were possible, still deeper into the hoodie's pocket. One seam seemed to give way a little, the human garment, though modified, showing the strain a year's wear had put to it. He'd been leaning against the wall, but now he pushed away from it, shifting his weight forward. He sniffed. "You're meant to wear a costume when you go to a fancy dress party."
What: Sniffing each other out outside the Halloween party.
When: Backdated to 31/10/2010 22:55:23:098 EST.
Where: Outside Ara.
Rating: M for moving it out of the party thread in case things get dicey and off topic.
Status: Complete.
"No," the Master said peevishly, stuffing his hands, if it were possible, still deeper into the hoodie's pocket. One seam seemed to give way a little, the human garment, though modified, showing the strain a year's wear had put to it. He'd been leaning against the wall, but now he pushed away from it, shifting his weight forward. He sniffed. "You're meant to wear a costume when you go to a fancy dress party."