I was looking for a place to hide away...
Don't mind the tiny golden dragon sitting in the lobby of the basement. Really, don't. She's hoping to stay hidden, which explains why she's perched in a ficus in view of the elevator, mostly obscured by the leaves.
But she shifts every now and then, nervously, flexing wings or lashing her tail, hopping from one twig to another.
So if anyone notices a very agitated two or three inch-long glimmer of gold hanging about, keeping an eye on the elevator... Well. There are dragons in the basement every day, right? ...Right?
Okay, maybe not.
((OOC: Before the elevator goes 'splodey. Or at least, it starts before the elevator goes 'splodey. If you want it to explode mid-thread, that's cool with me!))
But she shifts every now and then, nervously, flexing wings or lashing her tail, hopping from one twig to another.
So if anyone notices a very agitated two or three inch-long glimmer of gold hanging about, keeping an eye on the elevator... Well. There are dragons in the basement every day, right? ...Right?
Okay, maybe not.
((OOC: Before the elevator goes 'splodey. Or at least, it starts before the elevator goes 'splodey. If you want it to explode mid-thread, that's cool with me!))