Eighth Test: Cycle Three, Month one, Day Twenty-Four

Apr 20, 2009 00:09

[Anko, true to her occasionally snake-like nature, is basking in the sun of an Egyptian midday, coat off and under her to offer a little protection from the hot sand. She seems perfectly content watching everyone go mad over the stars while she munches on a baklava-esque pastry--though she's keeping an eye out for stray projectiles.

She sounds fairly unconcerned, about everything, as she glances at the sphere, turning on at its own whim, and shrugs at it.]

I'd be up there, but I'd have no idea what I'd be looking for.

But, hey, one of you has the brains to figure it out, but not the means to get up there [Another shrug] I'll help ya out, I suppose.

[She leaves out the part about a possible fee. Some prices are better paid in favors owed.]

Until then, I think I'll relax a bit. At least everything's in color again. Sort of...bleached out color, but whatever.

[Flopping back onto the coat, the last of the pastry in her mouth, (though her pockets promise more where that came from), she grins.]

Some of you pasty kids better pray this fake sun can't sunburn ya.

[ooc: Sorry about the sudden disappearance, guys. I got kidnapped into having a irl social life for a day or two. It's okay, I'm better now. ;D ]

possible boob alert, cycle three, plot: walk like an egyptian, scary snake lady

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