Feb 11, 2011 12:12
U-um... I...
Does anybody have any plates we can borrow?
Ours... a lot of them, they...
[She looks kind of nervous, like a child who's gotten into a sticky situation and can't shove everything in the trash can. Bringing a blood-covered finger to her mouth, she sucks on it and turns the communicator to the kitchen counter.
A good seven or eight plates are completely shattered, some pieces having fallen to the floor, but most of it's spread across the counter. She whimpers softly behind her finger.]
This weird line thing showed up... and then I touched it, and it broke all of the plates, and it cut my hand... but I have bandaids.
But we don't have more plates...
it wasn't me,
ouchies and boo-boos,
there go our plates,
uh-oh,
well darn,
did we break something?,
!event