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[fuckseptember]

[ON THE NETWORK]

Not to alarm anyone but we might. Might be getting flooded within the next couple of days. I don't know anything concrete yet, just figured people would appreciate a head's up so

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[unguilding]

[throughout most of the morning, Dio's vanship could be seen swerving in and out of any clouds forming or rolling by. Now, though, it finally touches down]

Ahh, it doesn't look like anything's up there, after all.

[computerjackoff]

[PETER BISHOP YOU HAVE MAIL]

Want me to help you move stuff?

[fuckseptember]

Do you want to help with Gene?

[computerjackoff]

Is that the cow? As long as she doesn't kick me.

[fuckseptember]

We're at the labs.

[JOIN USSS]

[velocivector]

[checking the network on his mobile device, in the Mess Hall]

. . . Tch. Might be getting flooded?

[nocturnemission]

Yeah! We should totally bust out all the pool toys!

[velocivector]

[gives him a Look]

It's wonderful to see you taking this so seriously.

[nocturnemission]

Hey, what's wrong with making the best of a wet situation?

[already_risen]

*getting her stuff out of the labs, annoyed as all hell about these maybes and false alarms*

*storing anything that'd be ruined by water in the Mess Hall; is still going to stay in the labs until an actual flood appears*

[fuckseptember]

[coming down to get stuff out and also warn her in person]

Hey.

[already_risen]

*SO ANNOYED AT THE SITUATION, UGH*

Hello. Thanks for the vague warning.

[fuckseptember]

I'm sorry, that's literally all I know about it-- the carnie people are investigating.

[say_thee_nay]

[The Norse God of Thunder will just be over here in one of the drier fields, cannibalizing lumber from a barn to build a Viking longship.

You know, like you do.]

[moefortono]

[Like you do, indeed. Good heavens.]

Goodness.

[say_thee_nay]

[Glancing over.]

Ah. I do earnestly hope thou wert not at all employing this barn, milady.

[moefortono]

No, not at all.

... what is it you're doing with it?