There are lists to be made and rosters to be translated, and Biff is doing them ( Read more... )

It started as an ordinary morning. The roster had been passed out, a list of needed supplies had been given, and the scouting party made ready and headed out for the day.

It didn't go so well.The groups filtered back around the same time, out of breath, panicked, some injured ( Read more... )

Biff has a sign!

The sign reads, in several languages, "Will teach English for food entertainment."

Yeah, he's bored.

"Is it time to go kill something yet?"

Strange sounds are coming from the common room ( Read more... )

It's raining, it's pouring, translating is boring, so Biff is sticking rolled-up magazine pages out the window and seeing how long it takes them to dissolve.

"Woah. That's not cool. Dammit, I'm out, where's the rest of those things?"

The refill hunt commences.

After being infomred by Katara that it's raining, Mel is pacing all the halls, checking on everyone ( Read more... )

There's a body just outside the walls.

It's... probably breathing. The hat seems to be moving up and down anyway, even if there are a few dried-out wounds and the clothing is ripped and damaged.

Either way, it's not moving much, but the hat and the blonde hair might be familiar.

They're waiting in the infirmary, waiting for the injured to start coming in.

Simon, Mariel, Padme and Hotaru. Nobody's talking. Just waiting.

Everyone gears up. The only gear the purple woman, with her white, pupilless eyes and pink facial tattoos, needs is a quarrel full of long metal darts strapped across her back. She waits until everyone is done ( Read more... )

The Book of Dangers is free, and Biff leafs through it as he sharpens a severed chair leg. Wooden ( Read more... )