Pour moi c’est l’heure de foutre à la poubelle
WHO: Lugnut + Dirge
WHAT: Magnum had knocked Lugnut out previously and stuffed him in his closet for safe-keeping. Lugnut is now awake. Finally.
WHERE: Still the same closet, in the Hollow.
WHEN: Now. (Magnum is dead!)
WARNINGS/NOTES: Deeerge.
Far beneath the plates of Zone 6, deep within the winding twists and turns of the cavernous system of the underground, Lugnut found himself in a closet.
Based on the composition of the walls and a basic coordinate ping, this was undoubtedly a closet in the Hollow at least, although it was one he had never been in previously - which was odd in and of itself. Odder still, he did not recall why he was here. No memory file was associated to his present position. At all.
...But Lugnut figured that his mission would become apparent to him eventually, if he just stood here long enough - and rather than simply dwell on why he was here, he could of course make himself useful in the meantime.
Alphabetizing the items he was coming across, somewhere between a box of math books labeled 'incentives for Skywarp' and an inexplicable giant mushroom farm, he exclaimed out-loud: "Ducks." With a sudden urgency, he hoped the internal base comm system worked in here. "Dirge, did we feed the…ducks?"
WHAT: Magnum had knocked Lugnut out previously and stuffed him in his closet for safe-keeping. Lugnut is now awake. Finally.
WHERE: Still the same closet, in the Hollow.
WHEN: Now. (Magnum is dead!)
WARNINGS/NOTES: Deeerge.
Far beneath the plates of Zone 6, deep within the winding twists and turns of the cavernous system of the underground, Lugnut found himself in a closet.
Based on the composition of the walls and a basic coordinate ping, this was undoubtedly a closet in the Hollow at least, although it was one he had never been in previously - which was odd in and of itself. Odder still, he did not recall why he was here. No memory file was associated to his present position. At all.
...But Lugnut figured that his mission would become apparent to him eventually, if he just stood here long enough - and rather than simply dwell on why he was here, he could of course make himself useful in the meantime.
Alphabetizing the items he was coming across, somewhere between a box of math books labeled 'incentives for Skywarp' and an inexplicable giant mushroom farm, he exclaimed out-loud: "Ducks." With a sudden urgency, he hoped the internal base comm system worked in here. "Dirge, did we feed the…ducks?"