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[deloreandriver]

Characters: Waver, Marty, anyone else that stayed topside
Setting: Hidden Floor
Format: Any
Summary: Let's figure out that exhaustion thing!
Warnings: TBA

[The Hidden floor is probably the safest place in the Tower right now, but "safe" is relative when everybody is starting to feel the effects of the new threat.

The infiltration team has a dangerous job, but how well can those who stayed behind prepare for the aftermath when they have their own crisis to deal with?]

[This is a mingly log! Feel free to post your own subthread!]

Comments

[cullscuttlefish]

Sorry. The fish puns come naturally to me.

[She can stop any time she wants.]

I'll try and keep them under control.

[fionnuisce]

You know what? At this point, I don't even care. Keep it up, we might get a laugh out of it. As long as it keeps us fucking awake, we could tapdance down the stairs for all I care.

[And there goes his last fuck to give, strapped to a rocket and fired off into the distance.]

[cullscuttlefish]

[She's been there, done that, worn out the t-shirt. Her expression changes, getting more serious than it has been.]

Now's not the time. Things are too fucked up for puns, so I'll keep a lid on it for now.

[Or at least try.]

We've got a - I won't call it solid when it could very well be as much of a mess as going downstairs would be, but it's a plan. There's only one way to know what's going to happen, so we should head out while we can.

[fionnuisce]

It's a better plan than I'd expected us to have, so there's not much I can complain about. I just hope no one loses it and blows something up.

[cullscuttlefish]

You and me both. That's the last thing we need right now.

[ooc: I tossed a log up here, for ease of investigating.]