Seventeenth Scale {Audio.}

[salsaconjere]

[With the sudden squirt from his communicator-- the fish doesn't hesitate to toss it back onto his bed. On comes some far away voices~]

R-RIBBIT-

No, Harpie- quiet down or someone will hear.

[Some frantic FROG noises in the background, which is followed by several ''chops'. As if a butcher knife was cutting through something-
before the comm clicks

Comments

[royalguarantee]

[WHAT.]

Heh heh heh, ah.

Excuse me.

Was that a frog? That I heard? Just now?

[Tiana wasn't actually in full-on ribbit mode, but if you start secreting mucus and eating flies, ribbiting has to be next, right?]

[axemeaquestion]

... ohhh, good. Jesus, I thought that was you.

[royalguarantee]

I am rather worried at this point.

[He thinks he might be next.]

[axemeaquestion]

... I can take a guess why.

Um.

[chopshopgoddess]

. . .

Um. Jere?

[salsaconjere]

[....Bed, stop talking. On comes a slightly less enthusiastic voice-]

..Yes?

[chopshopgoddess]

Um. What're you doing?

[medicalofficer]

... Excuse me, but what exactly are you doing?

[chopshopgoddess]

Sounds like he's making dinner.

[medicalofficer]

I do not believe these frogs were given to us to be eaten.

[chopshopgoddess]

I...actually don't think he's the first person to do it.

But I agree with you. Completely.

[axemeaquestion]

... Uh. Having fun?

[salsaconjere]

I would prefer doing a less monotonous task, but at the time being I am quite,..busy.

[axemeaquestion]

Coo-... king?

[salsaconjere]

[Pause.] What?

..No, ..unless--..you..want,..mee..too?..

[hadalotofsugar]

[Oh shit King hadn't even though of Jeremiah when Haine went poof.]

I don't think Harpie needs to lose his legs.

[salsaconjere]

[He's denying everything. So don't even worry about it~]

..[For the first time, shakey, 'OMGTHANKYOU' ribbits are heard over the comm. Jere makes a soft 'Sssh' noise to follow it.]

[hadalotofsugar]

....Were you going to eat him?

[He sounds vaguely amused.]

[salsaconjere]

[Biggest eye-twitch ever.]

No.