May 21, 2010 01:56
Why are there- [A BIIIG roll of thunder cuts her off. Prentiss is up on deck. She sounds mildly disgruntled.] We're in outer space; I don't think there should be a thunderstorm up here. I didn't even know that was possible.
[Warden Filter]
Does anyone have any idea what's going on? If this is another flood so soon...
[SIGH.] How are we supposed to work like this?
[Private to Neil McCormick]
Are you alright? I'm not sure what this is yet, but... I'll let you know when I do. Anyway, assuming it isn't a flood and we're not about to lose our memories again- [Yeah, that's right, make a joke of it. That'll make it less awkward.] -we need to meet up and talk.
[ooc: Posting then disappearing. I have to sleep, but wanted to get in on this plague thing. Tags in the morning!]
neil has a terrible backstory,
talking,
plague of freakin' locusts,
post-flood,
huh,
wardenly