Locker 327, mid-morning
The locker door opened and dropped out a bedraggled, angry hag of a woman in a lab coat and a frankly fabulous hat.
"Why do we even have that lever?" she demanded to the air as she ripped off her goggles.
She glanced around the hallway. "And where am I?"
Yzma was back, and abusing the heck out italics. Look out, everyone.
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"Why do we even have that lever?" she demanded to the air as she ripped off her goggles.
She glanced around the hallway. "And where am I?"
Yzma was back, and abusing the heck out italics. Look out, everyone.
[OOC: Open to anyone ( Read more... )
Slash crash BANG! The door slammed open and Illyria rolled out and into the hallway in a relatively graceful somersault.
Relatively being the operative word, hampered as she was by a long green tentacle wrapped around her left leg. She managed to make it upright with some level of dignity still intact, so she chose to call it graceful. In her head. Out loud, she chose only to say, "I said STAY," while she tapped the tentacle none too gently with the battle-ax she was carrying.
"∀∂∃ ∅∇ ∈∉∋∇∇ ∏ ∑#8719#8719#8719∇∇∇∇∇!!" echoed out of the locker.
"I do not require your protection here," she answered, her voice losing a bit of irritation when she realized it wasn't just being sulky. "You can help me best by remaining in the gateway to prevent the entry of any entities planning harm to this dimension."
"∑∑∑∑ ∃∃∀∂ ∅∇∃∃∃∃ ∈∉∋∏?" The tentacle uncoiled from her leg, but still poked and waved uncertainly from the gaping black void inside the locker.
If your brain was complex enough to comprehend the interdimensional impossibilities of such a condition without going completely bug-shagging crazy, you might almost believe that Illyria's reply contained something resembling fondness. "Yes, Pancakes, I'll bring you a treat."
"∃∀∂∑∑∑∑ ∃ ∃∃∅∇∃∃ ∉∋∉∋∉∋ ∈∉∋∏∉∋∉ ∋∉∋∉∋?"
Eyeroll. Wide blue eyeroll. "Yes, the ones with the sprinkles. Now, go."
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